A/N:

Here is the sequel to 'Obedience to a king'. It makes sense to have read the story to know the characters. In addition, some plots will be based on events which have happened in 'Obedience to a king'.

English is still not my native language. I am always open to constructive criticism from your side.

The story begins before 'The Hobbit', and continues through the time of 'The Hobbit' and ends... somewhere ;)

It deviates greatly from the plots in the movie/book.

Thranduil walked along the long corridor which led towards his study. He inhaled the fresh spring air which filled his halls and enjoyed the quiet of the early morning hours. Nowadays, it was rarely quiet in the halls of the woodland realm. His children were a lot worse than Legolas had been. Maybe it was because Legolas had been an only child, he mused. A grin appeared on Thranduil's thin lips as he thought about the mischief of his two young children. To the suffering and to the delight of his subjects they were unimaginable good at stirring up trouble. Something they did constantly. Thranduil paused and listened intently after he heard an unmistakable sound - the whisper of his children. A broad grin appeared on his lips as he slowly approached his study.

"I'm older than you. What does that make me," asked Míron as he lifted his chin.

Mithrileth eyed her brother from head to toe, "My older brother," she said firmly. "But judging your nonsensical questions," she raised an eyebrow at him, "You seem to be the younger one of us," she commented naughty and raised her other eyebrow skillfully.

Míron grinned at his sister and decided to ignore her comment.

"I'm older than you, we will do it my way," said Míron and smiled cheeky with a sparkle in his sky-blue eyes.

Mithrileth eyed him for a moment thoughtfully and then nodded in agreement.

"All right," she agreed, pointing her finger in his face. "But just because this time your plan is better than mine," she said.

"And what plan might that be," asked Thranduil as he looked down at his two children.

Míron and Mithrileth turned abruptly toward the door, in whose midst, their father stood, eyeing them with amusement.

"Uh, uh," Míron closed his mouth and looked awkwardly at his sister, which would hopefully say the right thing.

"Míron has planned a surprise for the Spring Festival," said Mithrileth, while she smiled at her father sweetly.

Míron's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, while he stared at his sister incredulously.

"What kind of surprise is that," the king asked with feigned curiosity as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned casually against the door frame.

Míron looked back at his sister, who accepted the question of her father with serenity. "Ada, I mentioned that it's a surprise. If we would tell you right now, it would not be a surprise anymore."

Thranduil arched an eyebrow, a gesture which his daughter immediately copied, adding to his amusement. Of course, he thought and gazed at his mischief-elves, how Baineth lovingly called their children. The list of complaints of his subjects was long, very long. Too long, Thranduil found often, but then no one could be angry with them for long. Thranduil included. The pranks of Míron and Mithrileth were still quite harmless and as long as no one came to harm, he would tolerate their mischief - for now.

"Then I await the upcoming festivities," said Thranduil and his gaze wandered to his son, who was clearly nervous. "Get out of here," he said with a grin and indicated them with a nod to leave his study.

Mithrileth and Míron sat at once in motion and walked out of the study with broad smiles on their faces. Thranduil chuckled as he closed the door. Shaking his head, he went to his desk. It would not be long until the first complains would reach his ears. Why should this day be different than the others?

"Have you gone mad," asked Míron, while he gave his sister a little push. Mithrileth looked at him innocently.

"What's your problem," she said. "I have saved us once again out of trouble."

Míron rolled his eyes annoyed and had to admit that his sister was right - as always, he thought.

"But now we have to come up with something," he muttered.

"Yes, yes," she replied, as she headed purposefully towards the kitchens. "But that can wait. Now we must realize your plan," she said, while looking at her brother mischievously.

Together they stopped in front of the large double doors, which led to the kitchens. "Are you ready," asked Mithrileth.

Míron grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"Well," said Mithrileth and opened the door a crack before she cautiously poked her head into the kitchen. "The coast is clear," she said a moment later, and together they tiptoed into the kitchen.

Thranduil sat behind his desk, reading a parchment when someone knocked at the door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he looked up. The cook walked into the study with Galion at his side. Judging by the expression of the elves, Thranduil knew immediately that his children had been successful, with whatever, he thought. He leaned back in his chair while Bathron and Galion stopped in front of his desk. Silently Thranduil raised an eyebrow and awaited the first complaint of the day, after which, as usual, countless more would follow.

"My king," said Bathron and bowed. "Please forgive me, for disturbing you. It's just.. ," the elf fell silent and Thranduil nodded slowly.

"You can speak openly with me," Thranduil said calmly

"This morning, the sugar was exchanged for salt and the whole breakfast is ruined," complained the cook.

Thranduil was annoyed and shook his head thoughtfully. "Please bring me a generous portion," he said soberly.

"But my king," stammered Bathron.

"Be they my children or not, this is not a joke, which I will tolerate. Please bring me breakfast for me and my family." Thranduil said, and sent the cook back to the kitchen.

Baineth watched her children with curiosity, as they sat down at the table, which was situated on the royal balcony. Míron and Mithrileth shared amused glances and Baineth found the broad grin's on her children's faces very suspicious.

"What have you been up to," she asked, her gaze wandering between her children back and forth.

Mithrileth looked at her mother with a loving smile.

"We were with ada in his study. That's about all."

That's about all, Baineth thought doubtfully and leaned back in her chair. Her attention fell on Legolas, who had entered the balcony. He crept up to his siblings from behind, grabbed them both at the same time at their shoulders and imitated his father's voice. "Have I not told you a thousand times," the prince cried excited.

Míron and Mithrileth screamed out in fright and began to giggle hysterically when they realized, that it was merely been Legolas.

The eldest prince sat down and laughed amused while he looked at Baineth which smiled happily. Judging from the expression of the queen, his father came and Legolas turned to greet him.

"Ada, I've heard that there are news of Dale," Legolas said and followed his father with his eyes, until it had taken a seat.

Thranduil nodded, "Yes, but that has to wait until later," he said, placing a large bowl in the middle of the table.

"What is it," Baineth asked curiously, leaning forward before she looked surprised at Thranduil.

"That my dear, is the breakfast of our subjects that we will eat this morning," he said casually and began distributing the porridge to everyone.

Míron threw Mithrileth a nervous glance. She ignored her brother and stared wide-eyed at her father's hand as she swallowed hard.

Baineth took her spoon and began to eat. Mithrileth sank back in her chair. Guilt was written all over her face when her mother grimaced in disgust. Baineth looked at Thranduil, shaking her head. "It tastes awful," she said. "We have to tell the chef that he is not allowed to distribute it," Baineth said as she reached for a glass of water and drank hastily. "It's terribly salty," she commented the porridge.

Thranduil ran his silver spoon over the rim of his bowl and slowly filled it with porridge and began to eat.

"It is already too late," he said soberly. "If my subjects ate this today, we will do the same," he said and continued to eat.

Legolas pushed his bowl aside and also picked up his glass to drink. The prince made a distorted expression as he drained his glass in one huge swallow.

Thranduil looked at his eldest son and told him silently to eat. Legolas shuddered and refused to, shaking his head. For him, his father's actions made no sense. Thranduil looked at Míron and Mithrileth which had knowingly not touched their breakfast until now.

"Pranks are fine as long as you don't inflicting suffering on others," Thranduil said seriously. "I find it painful to eat something like this," he said, pointing with his spoon at the porridge. "I'm sure that your mother and brother share my opinion," Thranduil said gloomily.

Baineth looked her children in disbelief and Mithrileth and Míron lowered their eyes in shame.

No one spoke during breakfast and when the children had finally emptied their bowls, Thranduil stood up and left the balcony without another word.

Míron stood up, followed by Mithrileth, which felt her mother's stern gaze on her skin. Silently they tried to leave.

"What do you think, where you're going," asked Baineth and the two siblings winced when they heard the seriousness in their mother's voice. Hesitantly, they turned and looked at their angry mother.

"Your father might regard it as sufficient punishment to let you eat the result of your prank, but for me this is not enough," said Baineth strictly. "Legolas," she said, looking at the disgruntled prince at her side. "Please take them to Camaenor."

Legolas nodded and grabbed Míron and Mithrileth by their hands before he pulled them along. As they walked down the long hallway, Míron threw a quick glance at his sister. Mithrileth nodded and looked up to Legolas through her almond-shaped eyes.

"Gwador, you won't bring us to Camaenor, will you," she asked and blinked at him innocently.

Legolas answered her question by growling audibly, while his pace quickened. He wanted to go to his chamber to quench his irrepressible thirst, but before that, he would bring his siblings to their destination. Ultimately, they approached a door, which Míron and Mithrileth already knew all too well. Míron rolled his eyes and his shoulders slumped. Legolas let go of Mithrileth and knocked loudly at the door before opening it.

Camaenor sat at a round table with some seamstresses when Legolas came in. A brief grin crossed Camaenor's face before his expression became serious.

"I have been waiting for them," said Camaenor while he threw Míron and Mithrileth a brief look. Then he stood up and bowed respectfully.

"We have enjoyed a less tasty breakfast this morning," he said, as his eyes wandered from Míron to Mithrileth.

Legolas made a disgusted his face. "My father has made sure that we all, included their mother, did enjoy that same breakfast."

"Is that so," asked Camaenor, eyeing the young siblings searchingly.

"The queen believes that's not enough punishment," said Legolas and handed his siblings to Camaenor before he stepped back.

"So we share an opinion," said Camaenor and looked at the ellith at the table, which nodded in approval.

Legolas turned around to go. "Oh, they will be thirsty," he said as he left the chamber.

"I understand that well," murmured Camaenor while he seized Míron by the collar. The young prince winced as his big brother shut the door loudly.

"Well then," Camaenor said and led the two mischief-elves to a small room, adjoined to the large chamber. "As you can see, there is much to do." With these words he left the children to their detention.

Míron risked a quick glance at his sister, who looked disheartened at the huge amount of buttons, which they had to sort.

"He knew that we would come and spilled the buttons on purpose," she said in frustration.

Míron sighed and sat down next to the mountain of buttons, which he had sorted countless times with his sister before.

"I'm thirsty," muttered Mithrileth softly before she sat down and began to help her brother.

"Me too," said Míron, as he took a closer look at a button. "Why does he need so many buttons," the prince asked.

Mithrileth looked up at him and sighed. "Maybe they have them made especially for us."

They shared a desperate look and started their work.

Baineth pulled the thin blanket tighter around her slender body as she began to shiver in the cool evening breeze. Today had been a very stressful day and she was glad when she watched as the sun slowly sank on the horizon. Two strong hands cupped her narrow shoulders and Baineth sighed inaudibly as Thranduil began to gently massage her. He placed a kiss beneath her ear before he started to nibble at her earlobe. A smile appeared on her lips and she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Thranduil placed a kiss on her temple and turned her to face him. His hands cupped her waist and he lifted Baineth up and put her on the railing. Her fingers ran playfully over his torso as she looked into his eyes.

"You're late today," she said softly.

Thranduil grinned and pulled her closer to him.

"Did you miss me," he asked, smiling, as Baineth rested her head on his shoulder while nodding.

"Yes, very much so," she replied softly.

"Where are our children," Thranduil asked.

Baineth put her arms around his torso and smiled at him. "I have brought them both to Neril. Legolas took them to Camaenor in the morning and I picked them up after lunch. They were very thirsty."

Thranduil chuckled, "Who was not thirsty? After such a breakfast."

Baineth sighed, "I was worried that we would use up all the water resources in the woodland realm," she said and nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck.

"Hm," hummed Thranduil and clung to her body. "Do you think they will delight us with her presence tonight," said Thranduil, looking at Baineth which now looked up to him.

"Neril will take care that they do not come to us." she replied.

Thranduil grinned and lifted Baineth. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to their chamber. Without warning, he threw her on the bed and went into their bathroom. Baineth smiled after she had recovered from the shock. Then she made herself comfortable and waited for her husband. To her surprise, Thranduil was already naked when he came back.

"What? Do you think that I want to waste time," he asked, when he saw Baineth's surprised expression.

He crawled across the bed and slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Thranduil kissed her silky skin, which he loved so much. Baineth fell back into the pillow and ran her hands over his broad shoulders as he placed kisses along her collarbone. Thranduil pushed her dress further down, baring her breasts. She moaned as he rained kisses across her cleavage, stopping at times to nibble on her soft skin. Thranduil enveloped a nipple with his lips and began to suck gently, causing Baineth to arch her back, pressing her body against his. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and ran his large hands over her tummy, which had carried two of his children. Teasingly he slid his hand between her thighs and touched her womanhood just barely. Baineth groaned frustrated and he smiled against her skin. Thranduil placed a kiss above her sternum before his hot breath brushed the skin of the valley between her breasts. Then his face hovered over hers and he enjoyed the sight of her eyes, which were dark and heavy. Baineth was yearning for more.

"Ah," she breathed when he began to circle her pearl slowly with his skilled finger, while she grinded herself against his hand. Thranduil smirked down at her and claimed her lips in a soft kiss. He ran his tongue over them and Baineth parted her lips, granting him entrance. Their kisses grew more feverish. Then he broke their kiss and groaned. Baineth had begun to stroke his swelling shaft slowly. He rained kisses along her throat and buried his face in the crook of her neck while he began to rub himself slowly against her. Baineth writhed and moaned under him as he removed his finger from her pearl, replacing it with his erect shaft, which now rubbed over her most sensitive part.

Baineth wrapped her legs around his waist and he positioned his shaft at her entrance. She leaned her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his slow penetration. Thranduil gritted his teeth as he moved slow and cautious, wanting to enjoy this moment to the fullest. Her hot and thigh inner walls clasped around his shaft firmly, massaging it at every move. Then he pushed himself entirely in her with one smooth motion. Baineth gasped and smiled, as she felt him stretch her. She took his head with both hands and pulled him down to her. Their kiss was filled with desire and yearning, as they ravaged each others mouths. When they finally broke away from each other, they were breathless and he began to thrust in her with a steady pace, causing her to groan in pleasure.

Thranduil entwined their hands and placed them next to her head as he made eye contact with her. Baineth's eyes were heavy-lidded and her cheeks flushed. The corners of his mouth curved up and he smiled at her, as he saw the lust pooling deep in her eyes. Then he adjusted his potion and continued to thrust in her, brushing the head of his shaft over her sweet spot, which was as sensitive as ever. Baineth groaned in pleasure and he felt a little resistance as she tried to free her hands from his. But he was and would remain in control of their love making - for now. His thrusts grew in their intensity and sweat began to pearl on his forehead. His effort was soon rewarded as he felt Baineth's female muscles tighten around his shaft.

She was close and Thranduil sank into her harder and faster, feeling the fire in his own loins become almost unbearable. He plunged deeply in her and brought them over the edge with one last powerful thrust. A guttural groan escaped his lips and Thranduil collapsed onto her. They felt each other's heart beats as their chests pressed firmly together. As their breathing calmed, he released her hands from his grip. Baineth ran her fingers through his disheveled hair and tugged it gently behind his pointed ears. Her fingertips brushed over his damp skin and she felt muscles flex underneath it from the slight movements he made. He seemed satisfied and she smiled at him and pulled him down into a gentle kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered against his lips.

Thranduil chuckled, "The pleasure was all mine," he said and nibbled gently on her bottom lip.

Then she wrapped her arms around his broad torso and held him close, enjoying the waning waves of their climax, which still rolled through their bodies. When they had dissipated, Baineth sighed loudly and removed her legs from his butt, where they had rested. Thranduil lifted himself of her and rolled to his side, pulling her along. Baineth nestled in his embrace and her fingers ran over his muscled tummy, circling his navel before they travelled lower.

"Hmmm," he let out a satisfactory hum, as she began to play with his shaft, which was still slick with their juices. A grin appeared on his face as Baineth sat up, to give her attention to him. Her soft and gentle fingers wrapped around his shaft and she began to stroke him, slowly at first, as she listened to his breathing which became more and more excited with each touch of hers. Her strokes were slow and deliberate - she knew what he liked. Thranduil began to roll his hips in rhythm, slowly and yet demanding. Baineth grinned and her gaze fell on his face. Thranduil's eyes were closed and his relaxed expression tensed as the heat within him grew anew.

Baineth quickened her movements until his shaft is hard and full again. Then she climbed over Thranduil and lowered herself onto him. He bared his teeth, enjoying her attention as she guided him into her depth. She began to move, rolling her hips against his, enjoying the width of his shaft, the feeling of his skin under her fingers, muscles flexing, the sound of his gasps and moans which began to fill their chamber anew with the blissful sounds of their love making. The corner of his mouth twitched and she quickened her movement, as his hands found her waist, gripping her firmly.

Nothing and no one could take her away from him. He felt overpowered by the urge to take her hard and fast, but wanted to give her this moment of pleasure to control him for a moment, which would be over soon. Thranduil let out a deep moan and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, then he saw her face, now clear and beautiful above him. It was lit by the light of the candles which stood on the table nearby. The golden light danced across her sweaty skin, making her look attractive all the more. He noticed the flush of her cheeks. Strands of hair stuck to her face and her breasts danced in rhythm with her movements, which had become faster. He raised his hands, cupping her breasts, rolling her rosy nipples between his fingers. Baineth parted her lips and a sensual moan escaped them. Her inner muscles tighten around him, just once, she does it by purpose, teasing him. A smile appeared on her lips as she opens her eyes, looking down at her husband.

She could see it in his eyes, which had become significantly darker. Thranduil's jaw clenched as he endeavored to control his desire. Baineth felt his grip on her waist tighten, then followed a guttural moan and he flipped her over. Before she could realize what had happened, he was above her, taking her feverishly, grinding into her with fierce desire. Baineth loved his boundless need for her. She moved with him, driven by the same passion that afflicted him, she pushed her hips up to meet his mid way. He was stronger and pushed her onto the mattress. Baineth felt the head of his shaft swell within her and grabbed hold of his shoulders. She stared into his eyes, in which a storm of desire raged. His facial muscles tensed, he drew his lips into a thin line and parted them, furrowing his brow as his seed spilled into her womb. Thranduil continued to pump into her, letting her find her pleasure too. Baineth arched her head back into the pillow and moaned as she was overcome by a wave of lust, which claimed her body fiercely.

Moments later she felt his hot breath on her face. Baineth opened her eyes and looked at her husband. Thranduil's hair was tousled and his face sweaty, while it was wearing a lovely smile. It was a sight to behold. Baineth brushed a finger over his face, then along his jaw line and across his mouth. He pursed his lips and kissed her finger before it continued the journey toward his scalp. Baineth massaged it gently. He moaned satisfied and remained in this position not wanting to separate from her. His weight pressed on her, but in a pleasant manner. She felt that it's perfection and pulled him down into a kiss.

"I will never get tired of our love," she whispered, as their lips broke apart reluctantly.

"Hm," he hummed, "Neither do I," Thranduil said hoarsely and began to move slowly within her.

A/N:

This chapter was a brief introduction to the Prince and Princess of the woodland realm. I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think about the chapter and about Thranduil's children. We will stay for one, maybe two more chapters with them while they are young and then move on.

To those of you who have been waiting for this sequel: please excuse that I took so long to begin it.