Blind Lover From Abroad {Thranduil Fanfic {18+}

"What is it like being partially blind, because I never will experience anything remotely human as that?"
Thranduil asked me, his voice I could tell laced such curiosity like a kid in a candy store, looking for the most sugary treat of all.

"It may suck ass, but your senses become intense, including touch, sense of hearing, smell, and taste.
I also hear emotions lacing people's voices, and once I hear a person's voice, I will always recognize it once I meet them again."
I say honestly to him, smiling warmly in his direction as I sat on a flat rock formation, my hands flat on it, feeling every grain of sand that made the rock upon my fingers.

I then felt his hand touch my right cheek, and his fingers graze along my cheek, even feel the imprints of his skin of his fingers graze my skin as well.
"Would you feel more intensely when I would be inside your body?"
He asked me, making me swallow hard, and I could tell he was being honest in asking this question, yet it was the first time he was trying to woo me, in the worst way possible by asking for sex, when I haven't known him long, only three weeks.

"That's a question I do not know, because I never got close to a man enough to attempt such an action back home."
I say honestly to him.
"Furthermore, men are not really attracted to my enormous size, nor do they try to woo me like you are doing this very minute."

I felt his minty breath scrape my nostrils, it was a breath that indicates he was taken aback by my very admission I never was held by a man in all my thirty-two years, and I bet it shocked him to be honest.
I heard his weight on the rock we both sat on shift, and he pulls away, his pale blurry complexion and his I know long pure white hair was blurred, but I saw it swish when he did pull away, as well as his blurry blobbed unnaturally light blue eyes moved away from me.
"Wooing you....."
He chuckled as if mocking himself.
"I really am old if my wooing skills are this dull."

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