Elf Love making was a tender and intimate affair. One can always count on an elf to stay true to their spouse, perhaps this is why there is no word for "divorce" in Sindarin or Quenya.

She chuckled, half trying to resist his lips from raining kisses on hers.

"Your Ada will kill us!" She warned lightly, taking the chance to speak before Thranduil returned to nuzzling her. He took a while to study her face.

"Don't care." He muttered, pushing his form onto hers once more. It was rather uncomfortable, meeting in the forest in the dead of the night.

She moaned, feeling his fingers find her nub and rubbing her gently.

"Thranduil!" She whisper-shouted.

He grinned up at her from where he started to crouch, ready to pleasure her with his lips.

" Shhh!" He warned before giving her wet mound a peck. She moaned once more, feeling the warmth spread throughout her dripping core.

Pulling him up , she pushed him onto the tree that she was previously leaning on.

He smothered her lips with his own, taking her waist ever so gently.

"Did you want to continue in my room now?" He grinned.

Her smile vapourised as she looked intently into his eyes. He became rather solemn seeing his lover's reaction.

" Is something wrong?" He asked, caressing the side of her face gently.

Her eyes darted behind him and back to his eyes again. Thranduil sighed out.

"He's behind me,isn't he." The Prince stated rather plainly.

The shocked girl nodded slowly.

"Yes, Ada?" Thranduil said without turning.

" I did not raise my son to disgrace a lady like this, in a place like this!" Oropher boomed, "Be grateful I was the one to discover you, or talk will spread fast about the prince who couldn't follow our traditions!"

" But Ada you do not understand," he replied, turning and defending his lover behind him, "I'm... and i say this quite plainly, I am.. madly, and deeply in love."

"I know you are, I have been in love as well, my son, but we must wait. Do you not wish to prove your worth to her, to prove that your honour and love will last you through?" Oropher stood, arms akimbo and wearing a rather despairing look upon his face.

He blinked several times, wanting to yell some witty comeback at his Ada, but he knew it was his place to keep silent.

"Come, we shall accompany this lovely young elleth back." Oropher, the then king, smiled with kindness and offered the girl his arm. The shocked girl took it all too welcomingly, earning a jealous look from her lover. Sulking, Thranduil huffed behind his father and his lover as they strolled back into the safety of their domain.

"He's always like this?" the girl enquired curiously to the Elven King who walked with her.

" Yes, my future daughter, he does have quite a temper, but I can assure you that it is not from my side of the family." Oropher smiled, helping the nimble elleth over a root which protruded from the ground.

"I suppose I should apologise as well.." She said rather nervously.

" No no, he cannot help but love you, my child, but then it is also his job to uphold our traditions, was he not my son I would not have cared as much, but since you mean so much to him, surely I have to make sure that he has what it takes to take the helm.. when I am.. not around any longer." The king sighed in a rather sombre and despairing tone.

That was when Thranduil's temper dissipated along with the chill of the wind. He understood his father's actions, and maybe he was taking things too seriously, he thought to himself. His father did not berate him for his actions after all..

" We are here." Oropher stated calmly as the infrastructures of their home were in sight. "If you really feel so much for her, I will allow her to take refuge within our walls for the night. Goodnight, my future-daughter." Oropher smiled warmly, his features sharp in his youthfulness. He looked no older than Thranduil, and they shared the same eyebrows, as the girl noted. She blushed rather fiercely when the king took her hands and placed upon them a tender kiss, not the kind lovers shared, but those that a parent would plant on their children's foreheads before bedtime.

Once Oropher had left, Thranduil took the girl back into his arms, carrying her.

"Oh, but he did not state which room..." Thranduil grinned,racing back up to his room with his lover in his arms.

" I'm not letting you do anything to me just yet Thranduil, don't you dare. I can't have you making our love such a scandal around your parts.." She warned, settling in under his sheets.

" My parts don't really care except to make you scream several times before I allow for my own release, beloved." He grins, innuendo thickly laced in his words as he turns to face her, studying her features under the moonlight.

"Go to sleep before I change my mind." He warns.

She closes her eyes, feeling her body melt into his as his lips once again found the tip of her ears.