Thranduil: The King of Mirkwood pauses in front of the double doors to his private chambers, feeling unusually hesitant. He frowns as his thoughts travel back to the events of earlier that day. A visit from traveling Erebor dwarves is highly unusual for him, given their feelings towards one another. He enters his chambers as his thoughts continue on this path. The dwarves seemed unusually peaceful as well & seemed genuinely warm Thranduil sighs as he sits down on his divan in silence, his mind still on those damned dwarves. He wonders idly if they have ulterior motives in contacting him before they journey further into his lands. His face rips into a manic grin as he thinks on it some more. Yes...that is what it is! They mean to harm me while I rest in here! Thranduil calls out for more guards to be posted outside of his chambers, post-haste. He also calls for guards to be posted under & around his windows. Satisfied, he sits down on his bed, his mind traveling to relieving his stress. He frowns thoughtfully at the door connecting his chambers to his mate's chambers. He stands to his feet & walks through the door, smiling when his mate looks up from a human novel. She immediately opens her arms for him & he slides into them, sighing with relief.
