Thranduil & I

Section two: Thranduil & I

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Section two: Thranduil & I

His quarters, previously unnoticed, are stunning. There is a great desk, with many stacks of paper, quill and an inkwell, along with several tapering candles. There is a wide open space, filled only by a couch, several half full shelves, and a Door, which I assume leads to a bathing room, to the right. To the left was where he slept, a large oaken bed; for some odd reason silvan elves have a preference for oak, A dresser and a closet, along with a nightand. A small mirror hangs over a low table, a single comb lyinh upon it. Lit candles adorn nearly ever flat available surface, providing a soft candlelight, which bathes the room in its warm glow. There are, sadly, no windows, and the walls and floor are of rough hewn stone, but save for that, it is magnificent. He leads me towards his bed, and I follow, though a little wary. He doesn't, however, do what I was expecting, and secretly hoping he would do. He wraps me tightly in his arms, and sitting on the edge of the gold trimmed, brown hued comforter, he simple buries his face by my neck, my dark toned hair mingling with his shimmering golden hues. I smile, feeling the gentle pressure of his lips against my throat, and lean my head back, chin tilted up to give him a bit more access. Soon the pleasurable nip of his teeth on my skin is invading my senses.

Later that night, I find myself secure in his strong arms, lying half asleep. I sigh happily, still unable to believe this was happening to me. I slowly drift asleep, a smile splayed across my lips.

In the morning, I awake to find the chambers empty, and a small frown takes residence on my face. I stand, and walk slowly back to my own chambers, having slept in my ordinary clothes that night, and change quickly, striding back down the various halls to the throne room. Where he sit regally positioned upon his oaken Throne, his beautiful crown cresting the golden tresses. I smile instantly, smiling towards him, but to my despair, his face shows no emotion. I walk quickly up to him, he says nothing to me, even as I dip into a slight bow.

"My King..." I say quietly, straightening and am met with a glower.

"There is something I must tell you, Naowen..." He says equally quietly.

"Yes my king?" I ask, trying to keep the hopeful expression off of my face.

"We cannot happen."