crown of mirkwood

lee pace returning to play thranduil...

“I’d totally fuck you.”

“Sure,” Thran hesitated for only a moment, knowing his playful attitude could be taken rudely.

"How long has it been since you ___?"

"Tell me what you need."

“I am glad that you always see me,” Thranduil said after a moment, allowing himself to take in his lover’s words. Glorfindel always knew how to pull Thranduil back when his mind liked to spiral, and he sighed heavily as his eyes opened.

"Just as you always see me," Glorfindel said softly. He would support his love through all the hard times they faced, no matter the method of its making. That did not mean seeing Thranduil so upset didn't tear at his own heart. Holding him like this helped to soothe that sadness, he could only hope it helped the elven king as well.

“Perhaps we’re both mad,” Thranduil mumbled, a tiny smile breaking through the melancholy. At least they could go crazy together. Behind his little jest, there was a part of him that worried that the public might think Glorfindel paranoid and crazy by association. He'd hate to do anything to compromise the perception of his lover.

“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I just had to see you.”

“I will always hold on for you,” Thranduil could do little else but promise, leaning to place a gentle kiss to Glorfindel’s brow. As much as he wanted to fall apart, now was not the time. His husband needed his strength just as desperately.

“I would keep us together, safe in this tent until the battle passed if I could,” Glorfindel confessed, lifting a hand to cradle his husband’s cheek gently. He knew he was staring at his love’s face, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to remember this moment for the rest of time should the worst happen to either of them.

“You can whisk me away for a good long while when this is through,” Thranduil said wishfully, trying to think of a positive outcome through the chaos. “No one will bother us and we can do as we wish, even for a short while.”

༘⋆｡ hard conversations starters

Truth Serum!: your muses can now ask mine anything and they will be forced to answer honestly!

Our muses cuddle up by the fire while a blizzard rages outside

“As do I, and it only seems to worsen each year,” Thranduil grumbled, not wishing to move for fear of losing any of his lover’s warmth.

"As long as we can hibernate together, I agree," Glorfindel said softly, still shivering. He knew he wasn't actually cold at the moment, but he had felt the bite of the weather too many times not to remember the feeling of the wind and snow against his skin.

Thranduil nodded in silent agreement, listening to the wind as it howled outside, battering at the trees.

Our muses cuddle up by the fire while a blizzard rages outside

“As do I, and it only seems to worsen each year,” Thranduil grumbled, not wishing to move for fear of losing any of his lover’s warmth.