Wrath & Ruin

‘Well, here is Mirkwood! It’s the greatest of the forests of the Northern world.’

Sometimes a storm is just a storm.

“Actively?”

                SOMEWHAT TAKEN BY SURPRISE,  she stops, turning slowly as her brow furrows in confusion. “What use could you possibly have for forty-seven dragons, my lord?” 

                 WATCHING HIM SILENTLY FOR A MOMENT, she suppresses an amused smile upon hearing his response. “I must admit, that does sound like a much better idea,” she finally replies, a thoughtful nod accompanying her answer. “I imagine one dragon would be much easier to deal with.”

"Where would one...get a dragon, I wonder?"

“You are incredible like this.”

“Why don’t show me just how incredible, hm?” She purred, kissing him quickly before pulling away and smirking.

"Show you, hm?" he mused, a smile dancing delicately over his lips. He leaned down and pushed her hair to the side in order to kiss her neck, and stole another glance into the mirror. Thranduil pressed one chaste kiss to her throat and then swiftly lifted her up onto his hips, ruffling with her dress to expose as much of her body as possible. Holding her up with one arm wrapped around her back, his other hand knotted itself up in her hair and pulled her into a deep, wet kiss.

                SOMEWHAT TAKEN BY SURPRISE,  she stops, turning slowly as her brow furrows in confusion. “What use could you possibly have for forty-seven dragons, my lord?” 

                ONE BROW ARCHES UPWARD,  her expression caught somewhere between amusement and confusion. “I… I suppose so, my lord,” she finally replies after a moment of silence, brow furrowing the slightest bit. “But perhaps not more than they deserve their freedom. And that many dragons — they may pose a danger to your kingdom, my lord.”

                SOMEWHAT TAKEN BY SURPRISE,  she stops, turning slowly as her brow furrows in confusion. “What use could you possibly have for forty-seven dragons, my lord?” 

“Actively?”

She rolled onto her side, her back to Thranduil. “No, I suppose that wouldnt be wise,” she agreed.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before grabbing a glass from his cabinet and filling it with water. With one more glamce in the mirror, he left the bathroom, and set the glass of water on the bedstand. "Would you like a tunic to sleep in?" he offered, though he figured she didn't care.

Example, if your muse kisses another muse, it is totally fine for you to get on anon and congratulate my muse, or to say that the other muse isn’t right for them. I will answer ic.

                SOMEWHAT TAKEN BY SURPRISE,  she stops, turning slowly as her brow furrows in confusion. “What use could you possibly have for forty-seven dragons, my lord?”