LOTR/Hobbit Imagines

Thranduil - Stay

Thranduil x fem!reader

Prompt: "Stay"

Warnings: bit of smooching and make out session, jealous Thranduil

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The doors of your room flew open and Thranduil walked inside.
You smiled to yourself, knowing it was him without turning around. After your little disagreement earlier, you had expected him to follow you.
He was getting predictable.

"Stay."
"I can't, and you know that," you said at the same time, another small smile forming on your lips. Predictable, indeed.

Thranduil started pacing through your shared room, and watched you and your chambermaid Aílayna pack your belongings. His robes were gliding over the floor tiles in such a way it made him look like he was floating. Even when he was frustrated beyond belief, he still looked breathtaking.

"Someone else can go to Erebor in your place," he suggested, breaking the silence again.

"You know I am the most suitable person for this, I'll have King Thorin eating out of my hand in no time. With anyone else the negotiations will take a lot longer. We discussed this."

Thranduil stopped pacing, and looked at you. "It was hardly a discussion. You just told me you were going."
"Now you know what that feels like," you muttered.

Aílayna chuckled and you winked at her.

His eyes danced between you and Aílayna before they turned dark.

"As your King, I demand you to stay!"

Your hands froze before they gripped the gown you were folding until your knuckles were white. Now he wasn't playing fair anymore.

You looked at your chambermaid. "Can you give us a moment?"

She nodded and hurried out of the room.

"You had to pull the King card?" you asked him as soon as the door closed behind Aílayna. You kept your eyes fixed on the gown you were holding.

"As your King, I'm asking you to stay," he repeated, changing his choice of words this time.

When you didn't respond, he took a few steps until he was right behind you.
His breath tickled your neck, making you shiver. Goosebumps rose on your skin and Thranduil hummed, pleased with your reaction.

Damned your body for betraying you this way!
You had to be strong, not turn into mush the minute he's within arm's reach. He probably thought he was winning this 'argument' too.

"And as my husband?" you asked softly, trying to get the upper hand again.
"As your husband," he whispered, tracing the neckline of your dress with his finger, "I am begging you to stay."

Oh.

Your breath hitched when his lips followed the same trail his finger had moments before.
You tilted your head to give him more access. No one said you couldn't enjoy yourself while winning an argument.

"You've never begged before. I wonder why you decided to start now...?"

He ignored your question and stopped his caresses when his eyes fell on the gown you were clutching in your hands. It was your ceremonial gown, one of Thranduil's favorites.

"You are going to wear that in the presence of the Dwarven King?"
"Since it is an official visit, yes. My ceremonial gown would be the best choice."
"That dress is too revealing," he stated with a clenched jaw.

You packed the gown anyway, and turned around with your arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. An obvious challenge for him to try and disagree with you.

It was a constant battle of attraction and rejection when you were arguing. It usually ended in a heavy passionate make out session or more... You weren't sure if it would end like that this time but you were hoping for the latter.

"You never complained when I wore the dress before," you teased.
"There weren't any Dwarves present at the time," he said, his voice dangerously low. "Do not think I haven't noticed how the King's eyes were practically glued on you last time he was in Mirkwood."

So that's what this was about...
You started laughing. Of course!

"Are you jealous?"
"Of a Dwarf? Never!" he growled angrily.

You swung your arms around his neck and brought your face close to his, your noses almost touching.

"You know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

You started leaving butterfly kisses on his cheek, making your way down his jawline towards his neck.

"There is only one King's name on my lips in the night," you whispered.

Thranduil wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, attacking your neck in return.

"By the morning, my name is the only name on your lips. I'll make sure of that."

He tossed you on the bed, and wasted no time in attacking your lips again.
Before you completely lost yourself, you broke the kiss and placed a finger on his lips to stop him.

"So does that mean I can go?"