The king spent the rest of that beautiful day surrounded by work and responsibilities. He wrote several letters to some of his most trustworthy connections, saying he feared that his forest was endangered, not specifying what it was about but stressing the importance of a meeting to debate the subject, he feared his letters might end up in the wrong hands, he should be careful. He sent several messengers to different locations of Middle Earth and soon reunited with his troops so he could give the orders of protection of the realm himself.
"A strange threat hangs over us, the orcs have come down from the mountains and approach our lands in large number. The reason for that is still a mystery, however it's very important to stay alert for we do not know which strange forces move at this time. The forest has resented the arrival of this visitors, and it's becoming darker and more dangerous each day that passes, we still do not know what other creatures may also begin to settle in the woods. I count on you to protect our kingdom, and from now on there will be watch teams patrolling our borders day and night, I want you to report immediately any abnormal situation. We hope that no harm results from this situation, but until we know its nature we need to remain alert for the security of our people may depend on that."
His man seemed uneasy after the king's speech, but they were determined to protect their land at any cost. The watching teams were organized, there should always be at least one team doing the patrol, the lands shouldn't, at any circumstance, be left unprotected. Thranduil took care of some other matters with Tauriel and left his man with some apprehension. He felt it was his duty to do something else to ensure the security of his people, but all there was to do was wait for the replies to his letters. Meanwhile he had decided not to send his man to Dul-Guldur, the risks were great and he rather have allies by his side when marching south, he couldn't know the dangers waiting on the other side and feared that he would be sending his man to their graves.
He returned quietly to his chambers the night was already long. Upon entering he found Driralia sitting by the desk, wearing an evening dress and writing a letter. Thranduil stood by the door contemplating the scenery, the candles were lit, there was a tray of food and wine on the small table, and in front of him there was the woman, that against all odds, he loved madly. Felling his presence she turned to the elf, looked at him maternally and ceased writing.
"You look exhausted. Was it a hard day?" She asked rising from the chair elegantly, her feet were bare and her hair was tied in a sloppy braid.
"Matters of security of the realm, with which I will not bother you."
Driralia got to him and took his hand in hers kissing his fingers. "Let's have dinner then, to regain strength." She said pulling him to the table.
"You can't imagine the happiness I fell for having you by my side." Said Thranduil making her stop in the middle of the room while looking into her eyes. "When you arrived you brought bad omen with you, but I couldn't imagine that you were also bringing the light that should brighten me so that even in these dark times I feel like the most fortunate person of this world and the next." He took her in his arms and they stood like that for a while, appreciating the comfort they felt in their passion. When they moved« her eyes were wet and she had a smile on her face.
"I am the fortunate one, all of this is much more than I would ever have dared to ask for. The love I feel fills my heart and I want to dance and sing all day, I don't feel worthy of such fate, but I can't stop feeling great happiness and privilege for such a wonderful person to have wanted to share his life with me. I promise to do everything for you to be the second happiest person in this world for with your love you've made me the first."
The night unfolded languidly on the laziness of the king's chambers. They ate and drank wine, talked about life and exchanged promises of eternal love. The world was dark and silent when Driralia got out of the table and approached Thranduil. She kissed his forehead and with her thin fingers began to slowly unbutton the king's vests exposing his naked and perfect torso, with her lips she toured the elf's neck and chest, Thranduil felt a soft shiver run down his spine and smiled with pleasure.
Driralia kept taking, piece by piece, the king's vestments until he was completely naked, then she took his hand and guided him to the bed. Thranduil sat on the edge and placed her in front of him, the curves of her body insinuated on the light evening dress and with a simple gesture he made the fabric fall at her feet revealing her delicate features. He laid her on the bed and took his time filling her body with kisses, the young woman trembled with pleasure under his soft but determined touch. She pulled the elf to her and traveled her fingers through his strong back.
They lingered with kisses and caresses, the heat was rising and their breaths became more urgent. Then Driralia pushed the king to lay on his back and placed herself on top of his slender body looking at him smiling with amusement, the king responded by grasping her tights firmly, she looked so beautiful and powerful in that position. She teased him with skill, and when he was already truly desperate she received him inside her gently, Thranduil rejoiced of satisfaction. Without hurries Driralia moved up on the elf's firm body. They took their time enjoying every movement. Thranduil felt he was reaching climax and lifted his torso from the bed embracing his lover's naked figure and diving his face on her chest. Together they enjoyed the explosion of pleasure with their bodies joined as one.
