The Elvenking feels lonely and needs some cuddles…. Any volunteers?
“That’s really an amazing steed, my lord.”
It had all started with an innocent, truly innocent
comment, just because you were really admiring the King’s Elk, the majestic
animal that he rode out of the palace. Thranduil had simply smiled at you
warmly and fondly.
“May I take you for a ride on it, then?” he had
And so there you were, sitting on the large saddle,
your King sitting behind you, his strong hands holding the reins to lead the meek but imposing Elk. The wood was quiet and
silent, the only noises were the animal’s stride and breath and the clatter of
the King’s sword at his side: he had taken his weapon with him, for no guards
were escorting you. It was just you and Thranduil.
I mean the three kings were here and that arrowshot by thorin and that smirk of thranduil im dying and that bows and that army and the dwarves hiding from the elves and they were still alive and damn all these hot people.