A few weeks after the last chapter...
CLANG.
Thranduil reached over to grab the other pillow and use it to cover his pounding head.
CLANG.
"Eithryn..." he growled weakly.
CLANG. The sound was getting closer.
Thranduil curled into a ball.
The door opened. CLANG.
"I SAID I was sorry," he snarled, although his current position made his threatening tone less convincing.
CLANG.
"Eithryn," he begged. "Please. Let me sleep." Of all the times for his wife to hold a grudge...
There was a pause, and then:
CLANG.
"EITHRYN! I will do anything!"
CLANG. "Just don't try to give me wine again."
"I will not, I promise!"
Pause. "But you already did..."
"Three glasses of wine should not have—"
CLANG. Right. Next. To. His. HEAD.
Sky gulped and put down her frying pans with an apologetic grin as her husband sat up and flashed her a cruel smile.
. . . . . .
"...so where are we going?" Sky asked meekly as Thranduil carried her through the forest, still with an expression that suggested he would very much enjoy torturing her to death.
"Somewhere you cannot bother me," he answered sweetly.
She decided it was time to get out of this situation. "I'm really very sorry," she said in her best I'm-small-and-weak-and-helpless voice.
"Good. That means you will not do it again." His grin widened. "But, to quote you, you already did..."
She laughed nervously. "You're not going to throw me in a cave, are you?"
"No."
"...are you going to tie me up somewhere?"
"That would be ineffective."
"Are you... going to hit me on the head and throw me in a pit?" Sky, who was running out of ideas and really didn't like the look on her husband's face, asked quietly as Thranduil reached the river and turned to walk upstream, wincing as the sunlight bounced off the water to sting his eyes.
He frowned down at her. "I do not believe I have ever been THAT angry at you."
She thought for a moment. "If I start yelling, will you put me down?"
"If you start yelling, I WILL knock you out and leave you in a pit," Thranduil, whose headache was not being helped by walking, promised.
Eithryn shifted to look around for any sign of help. "You're starting to scare me here..."
Thranduil sighed. "I will not hurt you, Eithryn, even though you hurt me. You know that."
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said in a small voice.
"I know, but you did." He looked down into her eyes. "But at least it was my head, and not my heart, and so I forgive you." The smile came back. "But I am still going to throw you in the river."
Sky froze. "What? Wait, no—"
SPLASH.