Kiss me, quick!
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.
He would be skinned for this.
















