By Kielle (kielle@subreality.com)
Written for Suzene Campos
DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien -- I'm just borrowing them. Please ask to archive. Feedback is most welcome.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I made a post in my LiveJournal, offering to write drabbles on request. This is one of the resulting ficlets. In this case, Suzene asked for a story about Thranduil/Eol...quite a challenge, eh? Hope it kicks her own muse into play.
WARNING: Hovers between PG-13 and R, depending on your slash tolerance.
His fine silver hair brushes my cheek, and I wonder why they call him "dark elf."
His eyes are certainly dark, shadowed and wary, missing little and revealing nothing. However, he allows few close enough to see this. Silver sindarin mane, pale beautiful forest-dweller...he is no more dark than I, with my golden hair...
...which lies tangled amidst the links of black chain which bind my wrists above my head, holding me captive beneath possessive hands and mouth...
No. I do know why he is called "dark."
Why am I here of my own will? That, I do not know.
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