#piemaker verse.

1. Lips

The discussion had been heated, and there was no denying they had butted heads and snarled at each other quite some. Perhaps the idea he had proposed was a bit dangerous, there was no denying that. But it was an idea to keep the outsiders where they belonged. Outside of the woods. Dangerous as it might be, it was a shot. And Égil was willing to take that shot if it meant keeping his home safe.

Thranduil wasn’t that quick to accept it, however.

And after a few more words spat at each other, Égil finally cursed and pushed the other back against the wall, looming over him.

"You are always so quick to turn down most of my ideas, Thranduil. And why is that so?!" he snapped, earning a glare in return from the other. It caused him to bite down the tip of his tongue for a second.

Thranduil was still his king.

But he gave the other no time to reply, no time to react to what had been said. Instead, he had taken the other’s chin and captured his lips.

And wondered what the blazes got over him.

      It still made the ellon shake his head.

                           But he was getting used to it, slowly...

"I cannot believe I am put here though..." he finally sighed softly before peering over his shoulder. But this was the place closest to what once was so huge... So in the end, he did not mind... Not too much, that was.

        And living here did give some new possibilities..

                     "Blondie, has there been anything new going on?"

Preferably the new nicknames hanging around. Though not all stuck with him. Little lord was still one he favoured. But when in the shop, with customers around? It was usually 'blondie' that was uttered, even though he knew Thranduil would hate it.