More than two years after you left Greenwood you are on your way back there. Not a single day has passed without you thinking about Thranduil and the nights you have spent with him.
You wanted to wear the dress Thranduil gave you but you feared it would draw too much attention so now you carry it in your bag along with some other things you will need on your journey which isn't going to be a long one since a local merchant is going to take you with him on his carriage until you reach the border to Greenwood.
This said merchant is actually one of the reasons why you are on your way to the Elven kingdom.
After your return, the news that you have 'connections' in Greenwood made its rounds and some people tried to use it but now finally it seems to be the right time to revisit the Elvenking since the weather is getting colder and the nights longer, your people could use some extra supplies. And you finally get to see Thranduil again although you have mixed feelings about this.
After your return, you had some time to progress what happened and you realized that no matter how good he treated you in the end, you have been his prisoner, he used you most of the time.
But now you are ready to be received in audience, you have grown over the past two years.
The road is bumpy and every time the wheels rolls over one of the many orange fallen leaves, a crunchy noise can be heard, you can even smell the leaves and the cold, fresh air.
You reach the borders of Greenwood in the early afternoon, the merchant gives you a letter adressed to Thranduil and then you bid farewell.
Two guards stop you as you enter the path to the kingdom but this time you have permission to enter so they let you pass.
The whole forest looks like it's on fire with all the yellow, orange and red leaves, some still on the trees, others on the floor.
It looks completely different than the last time you were here but one thing hasn't changed: from time to time you see someone jumping from one tree to the next, the guards patroling the forest.
Finally you reach the tall gates that lead into the gigantic throne room. Before entering you have to show the guards your invitation letter and then the gates are opened.
Your heart is pounding and now you get nervous, maybe this wasn't the right thing to do. It's been two years after all, a lot might have changed.
As you enter, you realize that you must have forgotten how big the hall really is, there are so many pathways above and below you that seem to get lost somewhere deep in the hall.
A guard stands in front of the path that leads up to the throne, he signals you that you may proceed.
Eyes fixed on your feet, you continue walking, teaking deep breaths to calm yourself.
Suddenly another guard stands in front of you so you look up and your heart skips a beat. Behind this guard towers the throne, three elves standin in front of it.
Two of them are eyeing the third elf, the Elvenking, in his silvery armor, instead of his crown, a circlet of silver is resting on his head, a long grey cape flows from his shoulders to the floor.
One of the elves talks to him and gestures towards you, then, slowly, Thranduil turns around and suddenly your breath and heart seem to race each other.
As you are standing there, Thranduil rushes towards you and cups your face with his hands.
"Melethril nîn", he whispers but as he sees your puzzled face, he smiles and adds: "My beloved."
You are not sure how to respond but you decide it's best if you play along, there is no good to anger Thranduil right upon your arrival.
"I'm sorry it took me so long."
Thranduil shakes his head. "It hasn't been long, don't worry."
"It's been two years..."
"Two years are nothing for me, don't forget that. I still missed you."
You hesitate, then you finally give him a hug. "I missed you too."
Intertwined you two stand in front of the throne, Thranduil smells just like the dry leaves in the forest.
After the elves lets go of you, he asks you to follow him into his chambers, which you do although you fear that this might be a bad idea.
You enter the room, even after two years it seems familiar, nothing has changed and a lot of memories come back to you.
The elf watches you as you slowly let your gaze wander through the room, from the bed to the jacuzzi and finally to Thranduil, his features softened by the dim candle light.
He takes you back in his arms and this time you fully enjoy it, you don't want to admit it but for two years you wanted to come back, for two years you craved this man.
"I have waited for you." His voice was just a tiny whisper, you hardly heard it.
"There is actually a reason why I'm here."
Thranduil lets go of you, his eyes are piercing, the same look he had when you were a prisoner. He says nothing so you pull out the letter the merchant gave you.
Curious, the king takes it and starts to read while walking up and down his chamber.
After a while he lowers his hands and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time, then his voice cracks the silence: "This is what you came for?"
"Well, I..."
"I am disappointed. You come before me for some merchant, to get supplies?"
His eyes are now filled with sorrow and you feel the urge to do something to comfort him but you don't, you just stand there, not knowing what to say or do.
So he continues: "I am not mad that you brought those matters before me, I am happy to help you. I am mad because you decided to do that right away. As if we are business acquaintances."
Now you speak up. "My family is very important to me. I think it is only right that I want to make sure everyone I love has enough food in their belly when the winter comes."
"I unterstand that. But am I not important to you? Don't you love me?"
You have a lump in your throat, again unable to say anything, and as Thranduil's face turns from sad to angry, you made your decision to get this over with as quickly as possible.
Your bag glides from your shoulder and you pull out the robe Thranduil gave you when you were his prisoner.
"I believe this is yours", you say as you press it into his hands. "I don't need it anymore. Now lets talk business and then our ways will part again."
"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Angrily, Thranduil throws the robe onto the ground and leaps towards you.
You take a step back but the elf already grabed your arm and holds you tight.
You are scared and try to pull your arm away, but Thranduil is too strong but he lets go of you by himself and suddenly he looks sad again.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
He sits down on his bed, his chest heaving up and down from his deep breaths, then he continues: "Even though two years are a really short span of time for me, my chambers felt empty without you and now I got scared you don't love me anymore. Forgive me."
For a short amount of time you look at the Elvenking, sitting on his bed, sunk down, still covered in armor as if to protect him from having a broken heart, the same person who usually stands tall with his head held high, even when the times seem rough.
You sit down next to him and stroke over the armor on his forearm. A hint of a smile could be seen since he can't feel your fingers yet you make an effort.
"I haven't stopped loving you", you finally said. "You know I had to leave you, and my people really need those supplies. You would do anything for your people, why shouldn't I want to do the same for my people? That doesn't mean this is the only reason I'm here for."
"You are I am king of my people, I am in charge. You aren't in charge for the people in Lake Town but still you come before me."
"The chances are better when I'm asking you."
Thranduil's laughter fills the room, then he nods and gives you a kiss on your forehead.
As you look up to him, the elf finally places his lips on yours for the first time since you left him.
Your mood lifts immediately, all the frights are gone aswell as the bad thoughts you had when you finally had time after your return. Instead of getting this done quickly, you give in and put your hands on Thranduil's cheeks and return his kiss.
The elf pulls you on his lap and runs his fingers through your hair while you two keep kissing as if you're trying to make up for the past two years.
His cold armor presses against your chest but you don't mind it.
Suddenly Thranduil takes you and throws you onto his bed, he stands at the foot of the bed and now he's standing tall again as you know him.
The inside of his cape is red velvet and a contrast to his silvery and partly dark armor.
He lifts the skirt of your dress and immediately buries his face between your thighs, you squeak in surprise but then you put your hand on Thranduil's head. A soft laughter could be heard from between your legs.
Without a warning, Thranduil lets his hot, wet tongue glide between your lips and a bolt of pleasure shoots through your body.
Again and again the elf lets his tongue flick over your clit and you grind your hips against his face.
His head shows up again und you lay before him, all aroused. The elf gets up and you prepare to complain but he speaks first.
"I need to feel you with my hands."
With those words he works on his armor on his forearm and his gloves, trying to pull his hands out. After several tries his gloves lie on the ground and Thranduil is back between your legs.
Stroking up and down your thighs, he places kisses on your inner thighs and the outer lips, dipping his tongue between them from time to time.
He parts the lips with his fingers and starts nibbling and sucking on your clit very softly while one finger enters your vagina.
"Thranduil", you moan, clenching the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other.
As if to react, the elf lets a second finger glide into you and moves them rhythmically but as your moans become louder, he withdraws his fingers and stands up again.
Then, slowly to tease you, he walks around the bed until he reaches the bed-head and pulls your dress over your head.
You want to sit up but the elf presses your shoulders back into the pillow, he leans forward and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Then another one and one on the neck. His tongue traces from your neck to your collarbone, where he places several more kisses until his lips finally come back to yours.
His kisses are soft and tender but that's not want you want, at least not right now.
You grab his face and start to kiss him hard, you even let your tongue glide into his mouth, but Thranduil breaks away.
"This is my kingdom and you do as I wish." He has a stern look, but as he opens his pants and pulls up his breast plate just enough so his already throbbing cock jumps out, his face softens.
You reach out but again Thranduil takes a step back, the he returns to the foot of the bed and pulls you close to the edge.
He leans down and kisses your breasts, placing one on each nipple, then he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders.
Although you know what he feels like inside you, your heart races and you feel like this is your first time with him.
As Thranduil slowly enters you, you both moan loudly. Right now there is nothing you want more than the Elvenking.
The cold armor presses against your inner thighs every time the elf pounds into you.
Under short, heavy breaths, he murmurs: "This isn't going to take long. I'm sorry."
You look into his face the whole time, that beautiful face you have missed for so long, this face now displays how aroused Thranduil is.
After some more punding, the elf's face changes and with a couple of thrusts and load moaning, he cums into you and the face as well as his whole body finally relax.
Still with his cock inside you, Thranduil massages your clit with his thumb while the other hand plays with the nipple of your left breast, he softly pulls on it and strokes it, the other nipple is being taken care of by his mouth. He licks and sucks on it and you feel a prickle.
His thumb strokes over your clit in circles with constant speed and not long after you clench the sheets and press your head back into the matress. Suddenly you feel an instense burst of pleasure and and you cry out Thranduil's name as you cum.
After you finished, Thranduil gives you a long, tender kiss, you feel a slight tickle from his hair on your naked skin and you grab his chin so he can't break away so quickly but he does anyways.
"It is good to have you back, melethril nîn."
You wrap your arms around the king. "You have no idea how much I really missed you."
"I do, if you missed me as much as I missed you. But for now I must leave you." Thranduil stands up and grabs the letter you gave him. "I'm sorry, but there are matters which need to be taken care of immediately. Not only this." He gestures towards the letter. "But also this."
Now he stretches out his arms as if to present his armor. "I will be back as fast as I can, I promise."
Disappointed you nod, a king has to do what he has to do.
"I love you." With these words he leaves his chambers, leaving you no time to answer, so you let your head sink back into the pillow and drift off to sleep.
