In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
As Thranduil and Tauriel finally declare their love to each other, there are those that plot to tear them apart.
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The fire in the hearth had burned down to little more than a few glowing embers as the last dregs of sleep lifted from him. A slight smile curled Thranduils' lips as he recalled the events of the festival but more particularly the events that followed and resisted the urge to hug the soft warm body closer to him. The room was filled with the aromas of her preferred lavender and lilac, the scent of her filled his senses as he lay there quietly with his face buried in the soft silkiness of her hair. One arm possessively holding her around her slender waist, he was more than aware of the firm breast he held gently in his hand. The warmth of her naked body pressed so tightly against his own as he curled around her had stirred his desire to an ache in his groin.
Forcing his mind to other things he allowed her to sleep as he mentally shook his head at her unpredictable nature. She alone had the ability anger him beyond reason with her stubbornness yet a certain glance, a smile or a touch could incite such a desire within him that he was willing to throw caution to the wind. He loved his son beyond words yet he knew with deep regret that once he learned of the liaison things would be forever changed between them. Instinctively he tightened his arm slightly around her, his thoughts turning to their confrontation is his private study the day he had returned to the Woodland Realm.
He thought of the previous evening in the meditation room, questioning his reasoning. While he had told himself he only wished to speak with her and to make peace between them, the nagging voice of his conscience knew otherwise. He had been unable to resist any excuse to touch her as he stepped behind her, brushing the soft warm skin of her neck with his fingertips as he lifted her hair. His mind told him he should have accepted her apology and left it at that, while his heart could not because she had in truth done nothing wrong.
Stretching slightly as sleep began to slip from her, Tauriel awoke completely. Everything came flooding back through her mind like a raging river threatening to sweep her away. She had been so swept up in the excitement of the festivities there was so much she had not noticed. Legolas loomed in her thoughts, his stern expression as Elvändéruil became even more possessive of her than usual. The strange knowing glances as the faces of Aûraë and Ilÿraná loomed before her minds' eye as bits and pieces of their conversation tugged at her memory.
In a blink of an eye all of it washed over her and was gone, replaced by her awareness of him as he held her possessively against the hardness of his warm body. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck, the soft caress of her breast held gently in his hand. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hard length of his desire pressed firmly against her backside, her heart raced as her own desire began to stir between her legs.
Trembling at his touch, she felt his fingertips trace teasingly down her stomach, slipping easily between her thighs. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt the hand at her breast gently roll her nipple in his fingers as the other explored the growing wetness of her sex, dipping deeply into her only to draw upward to massage her swollen nub. Her soft whimpers grew into deeper groans as he continued to pleasure her, playing her body as a minstrel would his instrument, he seemed to know just where and how to touch her to make her want him more.
