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Thranduil x reader- The Cookie Thieves

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You are a clumsy elf. Which is exactly the reason why you are on your husband's back, with legs wrapped around his waist, as the two of you sneak across the grand Palace of Dol Guldor. You have one mission. Cookies.

It is a very difficult mission. There are far too many people walking around. Any sensible elf would be taking advantage of this beautiful night by looking at the stars, or resting. But since when are the Silvans 'sensible'? The answer? Never. Which is why they were all playing an elaborate game of hide and seek. And your husband's father, Elvenking Oropher himself, was it. Though, he did not know it.

At any moment he could turn a corner and find you. Then? Then you would have to die.

Such were the rules, if the person who was it got within two feet you, you had to die. So your beloved and your beautiful cookies would die along with you, if you could get those cookies first, that is. It was a very dangerous task.

You were almost there. The dreaded kitchens, with an evil chef who would rat you out to the King the instant he even sensed you were near his cookies. Then not only would you and your husband die, but you would die without cookies.

Thranduil cautiously peakes around the corner into the immense kitchen. It was dark, the only light hovered above the dark blond chef's head.

You leaned forward against Thranduil, almost causing him to fall, but he caught himself just in time to hide from the view of the chef who had turned around and started walking to the island that dominated the kitchen.

Thranduil started to giggle. Terrified, you clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle it.

"This is serious!" You whispered at him.

He gently bit your hand, so you lightly hit his head with the other.

"I know mel, I know." Obviously he didn't; he was still laughing.

"Ok," you breath, as you put your hands atop his shoulders, "back to the mission."

"Right."

You both hear something faint, but you wait, not daring to get caught by the viscous chef and be ratted out the king.

There's a slight rustle, you wait.

You both peer around the corner, the chef is back where he was, at the far side of the room happily mixing something in a bowl while humming. A huge plate, full of cookies is placed in the center, gleaming in the light. Now's your chance. You take it.

Thranduil crouches low and you start to wobble, feeling like your might slip off his back at any point, as he moves you closer to the island.

You get there. He rises just enough so you can peak over the counter. And there he is. The chef himself, whisking away, acting like there aren't any elves out to steal his cookies.

You grab the cookies and Thranduil makes a run for it.

The chef turns when he hears laughter coming from down the hall. You hear a screeched "NOO!" from down the hall as you turn the corner. The cookies were saved.

"Well done my love." You said as you lowered a cookie down to his face so he could eat it.

"(Y/N)? That's my nose."

"Oh." You say before moving the cookie to where he could actually eat it.

As the two of you were walking back to your rooms you see a couple of Silvans, who were quickly walking in the opposite direction. Then more came. And more. Soon there were none at all.

Thranduil doesn't pay any attention to it, and you simply shrug it off, happy to eat the delightful cookies. That is, until you see a frowning face so terrifying, that it causes you to launch a cookie right in the center of its forehead out of reflex. It was Oropher. The very King who was IT. He stood there, tall as a mountain, stern as a lion, and as rigid as a cliff.

Your husband stiffened at the sight of his father, you sat as straight as you could, clutching the plate of cookies to your chest—it was the only hope of saving them.

"What, may I ask, are you doing?" King Oropher asked you and Thranduil, as he stepped closer.

Thranduil took a step back, making sure to stay far enough away from him.

"Ah, well you see, we were just talking and we decided that we needed a snack." Thranduil explained.

"Of course," he nodded his head very seriously, "then exactly why is (Y/N) on your back?"

"Well you see (Y/N)'s very clumsy, so we didn't want to wake anyone up..."

"Yes?" The it king took a step closer.

"RUN!" You shout as you throw a cookie at your father-in-law, but he catches it, unimpressed.

Thranduil turns and tears away so fast that a couple precious cookies's lives are lost. It was a noble sacrifice. In war a few must be sacrificed.

Thranduil grabs the corner of the wall to help him turn the corner.

Bang.

Crash.

Thunk.

"Ow"

He forgot there was vase behind that corner.

And now you and Thranduil are dead.

The king of being it decided that it was a good idea to laugh at you while helping his son and daughter-in-law up. Perhaps next time you would survive Cookie Stealing Tag. At least you got the cookies before anyone else did...