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It must be hours since this meeting started, and it's starting to bore you. You have already said your piece regarding the bold movements of the spiders in the south, and they all have been discussing another topic that you have no business with but to listen to. The king is sitting on his throne, listening carefully as other members of the council shared their thoughts about the matter. His chin, prompted on his right hand as if thinking deeply. He looked regal as always. With his crown that resembles the Woodland Realm, and his hair that seems to shine like starlight. He looked exactly as he is, a king.
You blinked back to reality when he moved. He sits properly and puts his right hand on the table. The rings he wore shimmered against the moonlight.
"What about the dwarves, my lord? Will they really stay in the dungeons as you said?" asked Tauriel. You saw Legolas give her a look. The dwarves that you brought back from Mirkwood were still in the dungeons, and although you have no doubts about the decision of the king, you too wondered whether they would really stay there forever, especially since one of them was also a king. Or king-to-be.
“The dwarves will stay in the dungeons until Thorin decides to change his mind about my deal. Which, I doubt, will ever happen given that they are too proud for their kind. They would rather die in the dungeons than give what rightfully belongs to me. And I would like nothing more than to see that happen." the king replied with a sneer. His eyes darkened as he leaned back on his throne, pale long fingers trailing his lips in deep thought.
You stiffened. Long since you have decided to stop whatever attraction you have for the Elvenking. You gave your time instead to be one of the guards to distract yourself. It helps sometimes, especially on patrols outside the halls of the realm. But in meetings like this, being a guard is of no help. None, since all you do is watch the king on his throne. It is torture, one that you did not foresee when you decided to be as good as Tauriel and be given the title of a captain. Which now requires you to be on council meetings, where the king is always present. Both to your liking and great disappointment.
His lips. How many times have you stared at it in wonder? You have no doubt that it is as soft as it looks. No, you wonder how he would use it. How he kisses. It is hard to imagine someone as mighty as the Elvenking kissing someone. Even to his wife, who is long gone, you find it hard to imagine him being soft. Tender and caring. He is as cold as the winter for so many ages that even an imagination of him as affectionate is hard to come by. And his fingers, ai elenath, you don't want to start with that.
To stop your trail of thoughts, you shifted in your seat and listened to the discussion. Every so often, you gave your thoughts along with Legolas and Tauriel, but your mind was not focused on the rising darkness to the south, no, your thoughts slowly shifted to your king.
He's staring at another council member as he spoke of something your mind cannot comprehend as it is now busy ogling the king. You have to stop. But how could you when he's there sitting in front of you, just as he is in every one of your dreams.
In this dream, you are reporting one of your patrols when he asked you to follow him. Confused, you followed him as he made his way towards a great wooden door with ornate design, only after you closed the door behind you did you notice that you're inside his chamber. The Elvenking's chamber. You stopped in your tracks immediately, dumbfounded. A long hallway stared at you full of paintings and relics of different kinds. You saw a sword, a necklace of green gems, a circlet that you recognized as the one that the king often wore when he goes outside the realm, and some other things you know for a fact that are older, and much more valuable than you. There is a doorway on your left, Thranduil almost went inside when he saw you stopped.
"Is something the matter?" the king asked as he looked at you. You shook your head, too embarrassed to ask what's your business in his chambers. You followed him inside and swallowed your thoughts.
The room was pure royalty. A huge bed sits in the middle, with an intricate headboard made of wood that crept up to the ceiling. There's a table near one of the windows full of scrolls and books. You still don't know why you are here. You opened your mouth to ask but the king talked first.
"Tell me, is there something going on between you and my son?"
You gaped at him. That was not at all you expected from him to say.
"No! Nothing at all, my king. Legolas and I are friends but that's all that there is. I see him only as a friend, a brother. I don't know how you came by such a thing," you explained immediately. Heart racing at the implication.
He sits on the chair. Legs crossed as he stared at you. Whether he's deciding if you're lying or not, you didn't know. You stood in front of him, waiting for his reply. Your cheeks burned slowly with his gaze. You never received this kind of attention from the king, it makes your heart race, your fingers trembling, and your feet shuffling.
"Ah, but someone informed me about my son being intimately close to one of my captains. Tauriel, I have yet to talk to." he said in a slow manner. You shifted your feet. There is something in his eyes telling you that he's enjoying this conversation.
"I'm certain that I was not the captain your..informant meant, my king. If there is something going on between me and Legolas, I would not dare lie to your face,"
"That leaves me to Tauriel, then. Very well. I do not doubt your loyalty, Captain."
You bowed deeply. Is that it? Can you go now?
"Still, I ask, is there someone who has already captured your attention to deny my son as you did?" you froze.
"Someone? Uh, no, my king. I do not have a lover, or anyone really." your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You are sure that if you were to face a mirror, your cheeks would be as red as an apple. Whatever it is that made the king question you this way, you only wish for it to end. He looked at you deeply. You have no choice but to stare back, you don't want him to feel disrespected if you tore your gaze apart. Even though you wanted nothing more than that. And to hide.
"But there is someone. Someone you care for. Isn't there, Captain?" he asked. You opened your mouth. There is no way that you would tell the king that you fancied him. No way. But he's already read you, lying is not a choice.
"Indeed, my king. But he's out of my reach and I doubt he will ever be." you replied plainly, hoping that this conversation will end. He suddenly stood from his seat. You took a step backward in shock. He towered over you. You gulped and prayed that this is the end of this, and that he would send you to patrol to whatever end of Middle Earth. Away from him.
You only reach his shoulder at your full height. You kept your gaze at his neck and said nothing. His scent filled your nose and you almost cursed yourself for noticing.
“Who could ever be out of your reach as my captain? If you deny it to be my son, the prince?" You cannot think of an answer. You just stared at him. Opening your mouth, then closing. His gaze hardened on you. Lips thinned. He thinks you're a liar!
"You lied to me then, Captain. You fancied my son yet you deny it in my face-"
"No, my king! It's you. I—I fancied you." you mumbled. You hope the ground would eat you alive and never spit you out. There was silence after you talked. You looked at him and saw him staring at you.
"Forgive me, my king. I just don't want you to see me as a liar."
"You are but a child to me." he said looking at you. He circled you slowly. You bit your lips. You can feel him behind you, staring. Then you felt your hair being touched. You stiffened Like all the other Elves, you wore your hair at your back, with only a few clips to keep it off your face. You felt him touching it, his fingers swaying through the strands.
"All this time, Captain, that I call for you and your service, you have secret feelings for me? Your king?" he asked behind you. His voice, dripping with sarcasm.
"I do not mean it in any other way than affection, my king. I simply just, uh like y-you. I don't know how to describe it, but of course it is all but a girl's dream. Please, forgive me. I will forget all of it, and move on in time," you gripped your trembling hands in front when he leveled his face in yours to stare directly at you. Your face is so close you could feel his breath.
"Indeed, you will." and then he put a finger under your chin and kissed you. You did not move. His lips are moving but you're still in shock. Is this a dream? Surely, this is a dream.
There is no way in hell that Thrandul is kissing you. Your eyes remained open in shock, and saw his closed as he moved his lips in yours. His hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you closed your eyes.
You don't know how to kiss. This is your first time being kissed at all. He cupped your face and stroked your left cheek with his thumb. His lips moved slowly in yours, capturing your lower lip and then moving to taste the upper lip. You let him do all that, still in shock. Then he bit your lower lip, your mouth parted in pain, your trembling hands moved to grip his robes. His tongue found its way in. He moved his tongue inside as if finding something, he kissed you like he was starved, and in need. You're suddenly hot. Your breath shallow as you let the king kiss you. He bit your lower lip again, this time as if he meant it, and you cannot keep the whine from slipping out. Your grip in his robes tightened. Then he stopped. He stood on his full height and looked at you. His lips were swollen and wet. He exhaled.
"Don't you know how to kiss?" he asked, still looking at you
"I—no, that—well, that was my first kiss, m-my king," you did not dare look at his face. Your cheeks are burning, it feels so hot you're surprised there is no steam coming off of it.
"Surely, you are being modest. I would not care if you tell me that you simply don't know how. To deny that you had no experience is an entirely different thing." his gaze lowered on your hand still clenched to his robes. You let go immediately, and kept your hands on your back. Pinching, and gripping your fingers.
"Uh, there was one time but it—it's hardly a kiss. It was during one of our patrols on Mirkwood, I tripped and a guard caught me in a rush. Well, our lips met but that—I think that was not a kiss." Specially if the kiss you would compare it to was his. No, that was not a kiss at all. You felt your cheeks burning again.
"What a surprise." he moved to sit on the chair that he left earlier. And gestured for you. "Come here," you moved and stopped inches from him. Your knees touched when he caught your wrist. His skin is hot against yours.
"Sit on my lap," you stared at him. He looked at you as if he's waiting for you to say no. You swallowed your thoughts and tried to sit on his lap sideways. He caught your waist in a grip.
"Facing me," he demanded. Your heart raced, as you parted your legs and sat slowly on his lap. You are so close. Your faces inches apart, you could see every detail on his face clearly.
His left hand was on your waist, steadying your body. His other hand moved to cup your face, his thumb trailing softly on your cheek. You closed your eyes when he dipped his head to kiss you again. He moved slowly, he alternated between your upper and lower lips, and then he let go. His lips still trailing over yours, he gave you light smacks. The sound echoing in his chamber.
"Kiss me back," he breathed. You panicked. You don't know how. "Do not think of it. Just move your lips over mine, part your lips, and kiss." he almost hissed the last word. You moved towards his face. With a parted lips, you captured his lower lip and sucked. You sucked it slowly, unsure with each move. The king did not move and just let you kiss him. You moved to capture his upper lip next, sucking it as you did his lower one. He tasted like sin. Like someone who would burn you completely. You moved your hand to capture his face but he took it and moved it behind your back. You swallowed hard. You stopped kissing him to look at him. Eyes asking if you did something wrong. He stared back at you. His lips are swollen red. You felt your cheeks burned.
"Continue," he said in a hoarse voice. You moved to capture his lips again, this time with ease. You sucked and sucked until your breath was shallow. Still, there is no reaction from the king. Panicking, you captured his lower lips and bit. You remember him doing that to you earlier. You felt his lips parted. And then you pushed your tongue inside. Claiming his mouth as he did yours earlier, you pushed forward, gasping when you felt something hard on your seat. The king took that as an opportunity to capture your lips with his and kiss you. His hands gripping your waist, you put your other hand on his chest, clenching his robes as he kissed you hard. Harder, and harsher than he kissed you earlier. It was a punishing kiss. He moved his lips aggressively, not letting you catch your breath. You kissed back and tried to move at his pace. His tongue found yours and you mirrored his moves. His other hand moved to the back of your neck. He pulled you closer, sucking your lips with a need. You moaned against his mouth. His erection pressing exactly on you, you trembled above him.
With a hard grip on your waist, he ended the kiss with a bite on your lip. You panted. Inhaling the air in need. He trailed his kisses on your cheek. Giving damp kisses as you closed your eyes. His kisses moved to your throat, sucking, nibbling, and licking as he went. You shuddered completely. You moaned when he gave you an open mouthed kiss on the side of your neck, sucking it so hard, you almost called for his name. You panted, his hands on your neck tightened when he moved your head to give the other side of your throat attention.
"Ah.." you breathed when he licked your collarbone and then sucked. Your trembling hand tightened on his robes. Your mind is gone. Completely gone from the pleasure that his mouth gives you. You can hardly think of a reason. Whatever the reason to have your king kissing you, you just wish it to never end.
He let go of your skin. Panting, he stared at you. Eyes full of lust, his hand moved to your lips. He looked at it as if he owned it. He dipped in, kissing it slowly, as if he couldn't help himself. He gave your lower lip a hard suck before letting go. You licked your lips and he watched it with a hard gaze.
"Move to the bed, Captain." he uttered in a slow manner. And your heart jumped.
"Captain?"
You get back to reality when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You blinked back. Heart racing from your dream that you had forgotten where you are. Everyone stared at you. The king looked at you sharply. You paled, scared that he had read your mind somehow. You swallowed and looked at the council member who talked.
"I'm sorry. I was not paying attention. What was it you said?" you asked in a trembling voice.
"That was obvious indeed, Captain. Tell me, what was it that occupies your mind in the middle of a meeting? Do I bore you?" you looked to the king. His eyes glaring at you. Still recovering from that dream, your hand trembled under the table when you remembered what he did to you in that dream.
"Forgive me, my king. I-I was.."
"What?" he asked sharply.
You opened your mouth to talk but the door burst open. A panting guard bowed deeply to the king, then looked at you and Tauriel.
"Forgive me, my king. The dwarves. They escaped from the dungeons."