Driralia and Thranduil walked quietly through the corridors headed to their chambers. It was already late and all the inhabitants of the palace seemed to sleep peacefully unaware of the possible threat that hanged over their heads.
The king was silent, thoughts roamed through his mind but he didn't clung unto them, there was little he could do in that moment, his troops were out in the forest protecting his kingdom and he needed to wait their return so he could give new orders. Actually he did not know what orders to give, he could send man to Dol Guldor to search the territory but evil forces could already be occupying the hill therefore endangering his soldiers' lives.
They approached Driralia's chambers, but she didn't enter immediately. She stood next to the door facing the king calmly.
"Good night my lord, try to rest. Everything will be sorted." She said with a voice so serene Thranduil felt his heart believing her simple words.
"Thank you for the company and for looking after me." He paused choosing his next words. "I want to ask for your forgiveness for the way I treated you when you arrived to the palace, I must admit I was apprehensive about your presence for I didn't know what it meant. I know now I was rude without reason, I hope you can forgive my behavior someday."
Driralia looked at him with surprise at first, and then waited him to mention the garden's incident, but such didn't happen.
"It is of no importance, I'm glad I could be helpful in some way." She said melancholically when realized he wouldn't speak another word. And lowering her head so he couldn't see her face added "I hope you have a pleasant night." She opened the door and entered the room closing it behind her.
"Good night …" he said to the closed door in front of him.
He started walking again, headed to his own chamber when the same feeling of urgency that had struck him in the garden filled him again violently. His body turned back, without him commanding so, he was again facing Driralia's door and was about to knock when suddenly the door opens. Driralia appears with her eyes red and wet, she awed seeing the majestic figure at her door.
"I was… I thought…" She stammered, cleaning her eyes nervously.
Thranduil took his hand to her shin like he had done before, and slowly approached his lips to hers, they merged on a long kiss. He felt her body swoon under his touch and wrapped her with his arm holding her firmly. The girl seemed to take control over her body again and threw her arms around his neck dipping her fingers in his blond hair. They engaged in a long passionate kiss, absorbing every bit of each other eagerly. Driralia pulled him inside the room and closed the door behind them.
Their bodies seemed to dance at each other's rhythm, their hands navigating every unexplored place as if they had known those paths all their lives. The world seemed to stop and nothing else existed beyond that moment of excitement and contentment, with eyes closed they performed a flawless choreography. Thranduil tasted every piece of that mortal body with satisfaction, he absorbed her perfume, felt every inch of soft skin under his touch and looked at her as if she was the most beautiful creature that ever existed. He felt like he needed to have her entirely and soon their bodies united completely, in a perfect junction of halves that were made for each other. At their core there was an energy pulling them together, in a big chaos of pleasure their body and soul became one, perfect and complete, ending in an explosion of happiness and fulfilment.
Driralia laid on her back breathless, her body white and naked incandescent by the heat and the light of the candles. Thranduil looked at her for a moment, he never had felt so close to anyone or anything, the urgency to touch her had been replaced for an urgency to protect her and love her unconditionally. He reached for her, embracing her body gently without saying a word, Driralia smiled and snuggled in the elf's perfect body. Thranduil stood listening to her breathing until she fell asleep shortly after.