Ithilwen

She is a Queen

… to yours grinding up against my muse

… to yours moaning my muse’s name

… to yours stripping off

… to yours sexting my muse

… to yours giving my muse a strip tease

… to yours giving my muse a lap dance

… to yours being drenched whilst wearing white

… to yours leaping into my muse’s arms

… to yours confessing a fetish

… to yours pinning my muse against a wall

… to yours trying to turn my muse on

… to yours successfully turning my muse on

… to yours turning my muse off

… to yours tying up my muse

… to yours spanking my muse

… to yours having some “private time” and mine accidentally walking in

… to yours having a “friend” over and mine accidentally interrupting

… to yours flashing my muse

… to yours having a wet dream and calling my muse’s name during it

… to yours bending over seductively to pick something up for my muse

… to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

… to yours trying to play footsie with mine during a meeting

     Sigrún gave the Elvenqueen a confused look. “Of me? I fear, my Lady, there is nothing to be jealous of.”

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( mixture of angst, nsfw, fluff, etc )

A dirty secret

Raising a baby together for three days

A one night stand

A goodbye letter

A love letter

A confession

Slave for a day

A slap in the face

A romantic kiss

A hug

A rejection

My muse naked

A friendly kiss on the cheek

Married for a week

All your money stolen

An insult

A steamy kiss

Some sad news

A date

A night together

"Please don’t make me say it."

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"You know how I feel."

"You disgust me."

"I wish I’d never met you."

"What’s wrong with you?”

"I’m not supposed to feel like this!"

"This is wrong."

"I’m in love with someone else."

"I never meant for this to happen."

"The last thing I wanted was to hurt you."

"You never loved me."

"I know you love me too."

"Do you ever think about what could have been?"

"I miss you."

"You’re like family to me."

"I don’t care what you’ve done, I care about who you are!"

"Please don’t leave me."

"I can’t stay."

"We were made for each other."

"I want to marry you."

"They found out about us."

"I’m so sorry."

Gently, Ithilwen cleaned the wound, luckily it was nothing too serious, nothing that would hinder the health of the King. With a small sigh, Ithilwen placed the cloth to one side and directed Thranduil's gaze towards her, her fingers brushing over the flesh of his cheek. "What is truly bothering you, my love?"