The kiss surprised the dark haired lord, he couldn't get the familiar scent of woodland flowers and honey and Thranduil's lips from his mind. When they broke the kiss and Elrond looked at the golden haired King questioningly. "Is this only for comfort?"
Thranduil shook lightly his head "No mellon-nin. But you see what has been troubling me a long while" and looked at his relam. "I don't know what to do anymore"
Elrond frowned and put his hand the Elvenking's shoulder. "The darkness will not endure."
"Trust me." Elrond said quietly.
