𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

he makes a soft noise as he's tugged into the room, but the grin remains on his face as Thranduil lowers himself to his height. his hands find Thranduil's waist with ease and the dwarf melts into the kiss, the grin fading to a soft smile. "I do so enjoy it when your lips are on+

〝⠀i'm sure 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺⠀....⠀〞a vague gesture with his hand , phalanxes protected by layered 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 , helm abandoned off to the side . 𝒊𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 marched to sit back on the throne ── lumbering height slouched .〝⠀few succeeded .ᐣ⠀〞

he can't help the snort that leaves him as he follows Thranduil, a grin still on his face. "where are we going?"

⠀ Hands gesturing outward then towards himself . ‘ pirate ~ , am I not ? I know precious 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 , when I see it . And you , are of the rarest bit . ’ ⠀

"if you want me to be your pet so badly, all you have to do is ask me." maker help him.

Footsteps have the lord waking almost immediately, nearly tumbling out of the seat but catching himself. “Ah! Well..good morning? I believe..” He stands as he clears his throat, heart pounding slightly. That near fall scared him just a tad. “I apologize, king Thranduil.”

insufferable, and yet, the elf loves him. "you'd put a poor prince in the stables? Thrandy, you wound me." he's teasing, he can't help it. the elf king brings out the playful side of him.

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⠀ His lips turning to a sly smirk , just a hint of teeth showing . Looking the elf up and down . Stunning as always he sees . ‘ how good of it to be graced by your kingly , elven presence or whatnot ~ ’ ⠀