Fifty Shades Of Elf (Thranduil x Reader)

- Chapter 7-

The soft noise of a knuckle against the oak door awakened you, using your elbows to sit yourself up.

"Come in."

The sight of Galion was a welcoming one indeed, imprinting a smile unto yours.

"I have My Lady's breakfast." He announced, a tray of silver with your bread and butter alongside white, seedless grapes and those berries.

You sighed at the sight of them, but thanked Galion all the same, watching him placing it on the bedside table, bowing then turned to take his leave. You looked over at the tray, inspecting it, and inhaling the new scent. It was unfamiliar, and you tried to suss out which part of the meal it was, taking the time to give each item a good sniff before you found it out to be the berries. Your head tilted slightly, something was suspiciously different about them. They were all alike in appearance, but yet something was different. You decided not to take them, and instead to squeeze them into your goblet of wine, watching it turn a slightly darker red. You didn't dare see what it would do to you, and so decided to use Galion as your little guinea pig. It would be the perfect way to show Galion how much you appreciated him by giving him this drink to consume. After you had finished your meal, you looked in the draws, finding an embroidery set, conveniently for beginners, and so you began to read the instructions. You were able to grasp the fundamentals, and worked happily using the single flower picture included as a guide. It took your mind off of the surroundings, and you were at peace for the first time since you were moved down into this room.

After what you knew to be 2 hours later, you heard another soft knock at your door, your entire demeanour dropping at the sight of Thranduil entering the room. You continued on with your embroidery smiling at how it almost was finished. You felt the movement of Thranduil, setting your project down aside you, looking up at him, seeing that his eyes were curious, trying to search your eyes, as if he was expecting you to be doing something or acting a certain way by now. He still had not made even the slightest attempt to make communication. He seemed to be confused, angry and desperate almost. . . Thank goodness the awkward silence was broken by the sound of footsteps entering the room. You were pleasantly surprised to see that it was Galion once more. He always brought a smile to your face. It was a change from the cold, venomous looks you'd always receive off of that Thranduil you so lovingly loathed.

Yes, lovingly.

Somehow, you still found a place for him in your heart, as if he'd never left.

Your attention was brought back when you heard Galion speak up.

"My Lady, are you not going to drink that? If there is anything wrong l shall get it replaced myself."

You smiled, shaking your head softly,

"Oh no, l'd thought to give it to you, because you are always so very kind to me. It's a wonderful change of atmosphere. Besides. I do not drink." You announced, holding it out to him.

"Oh pardon my rudeness! I did not think to ask you if you drank. Please, forgive me."

You simply nodded with a reassuring smile, "No harm done Galion. You are forgiven."

He took the goblet off of you, taking a sip simultaneously as Thranduil went to make a move on you. You fought against him until you saw the fury in his eyes, still so very confused. You finally were able to get him off of you, telling him to get lost and leave you alone. You gave him a hard stare. You stared instead now up at Galion, curiosity tugging within your eyes as you watched for some sort of reaction. Thranduil, all-the-meanwhile walked up to Galion, checking what it was he was exactly drinking. It took a moment before you noticed Galion's pupils begin dilate, to almost double the size. Your gaze was shifted to Thranduil's when he asked why you did not drink the wine. You replied with the same answer you gave Galion, not sure if he was actually convinced, yet he did not express that verbally. Thranduil turned back to Galion, about to ask him how it tasted before Galion dropped the goblet, wine spilling onto the wooden floor, a smirk upon his face, staring seductively into Thranduil's eyes.

"Galion, whatever is the problem? Wipe that smirk clean off of your face now!" Thranduil ordered, perplexed at this sudden change in personality. His eyes then widened in realisation, realising that Galion must've, in fact, been tricked by you to somehow consume the berries.

Galion bent over, purposely sticking out his backside, picking up the goblet, which still had a drain of wine in it. You sat there, watching as Galion began to strut towards his King, swaying his hips with each step, backing him onto the chair. Your eyes widened, too confused, having to think why this was happening, until it struck you. Those berries inside of the drink must've been spiked with some sort of hypnosis. One that seemingly made the consumer fall in love at first sight, quite literally at that. No wonder they smelt fishy! You only now just understood why Thranduil was acting the was he was when he entered the room. You silently sighed to yourself, absolutely disgusted about how Thranduil was so desperate enough as to force you to make you love him.

"Goodness me My Lord, you look ever so scrumptious. So much so l wouldn't giving myself a little taste of you." Galion spoke up, offering the drain of wine to Thranduil. It was wine. How could Thranduil possibly ever say no to wine? This was how: piecing together that you must've spiked the wine with the juice of the berries, then made Galion drink it unknowingly, because of either your apprehensiveness to eat them, or because you knew. Thranduil rejected the offer, looking up directly into Galion's eyes, a fierce passion of hate burning within them, to which Galion then fake frowned at.

"My, my. No need to be angry." Galion smirked, seating himself comfortably onto Thranduil's lap, caressing his finger over a defined, sharp cheekbone "You're always so full of hate and angry. It's no good stressing yourself out darling. Hey, l have an idea. How about l give you something to let's say. . . 'Pop that cherry of anger'? Hmmm?" He suggested, throwing back his face to drink the rest of the wine, sighing in contempt, tracing a finger down his neck and to a collarbone, fingering it while looking directly into His Lord's eyes, dragging his teeth over his lower lip. He leaned into His Lord's ear, breathing ever so softly so that his breath tickled the elf-king's overly-sensitive ears, being rewarding by an almost inaudible moan, that passed through the King's lips.

"I'd like to feel the wrath of your serpent of the north." He whispered ever-so-faintly, chuckling deeply, beginning to move himself against the King's lap in almost a grinding-fashion, pressing his soft lips against the Kings, not wanting for any confirmation before he slipped his dainty, yet strong tongue between the lips he had so yearningly desired to taste all these years ago.

Your jaw had dropped like a dumbbell at the hearing and sight of this, keeping ever so quiet so as to not disturb the two. As much as you would've liked to have watch the rest of this, you chose against it, and instead took this chance to escape from this hell-hole. You pulled the covers off and slipped out as quickly and as quietly as possible, so very thankful that the two elves were now too flushed and into-the-moment to notice. The door was still open, making the task of escaping all that much easier. Once you had made the distance between yourself and that room, you stopped for a breather, looking up to find yourself in the forest of Mirkwood. You had not seen this forest, or rather, the outside world in a little over a few years, and knew whether nor you North, South, East or West to the kingdom you once called home.

You began to run, not knowing anything but that this was the forest of Mirkwood. You wanted to make as much distance between you and that place as were possible, of course staying within this forest, and you sure as hell didn't want to be caught by some citizen, for they wouldn't recognise you because of the years of your absence.