Juniper awoke with a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Pushing to her knees she knelt in the middle of the bed and looked around her. This was Drannor's normal room, not the flashy den of depravity she had been in the night before. It had felt real, perhaps a bit too real, but her body was not sore from it like one would expect if all that had really happened.

Slowly her eyes swept over the room to Minogos, who looked rather disheveled. He was sleeping, which was odd, but he did look like his night was a rough one, too. Finally, she crawled to the edge of the bed and slid from it. She was hungry and there was food on a table waiting for her. She settled in a chair and started to eat. That strange feeling remained. She ended up gorging herself on meat. At least, Morgoth's Kingdom wasn't vegetarian and the food was good, not rotted and filled with taint.

Minogos began to stir and groan. She peered over and watched, as he began to wiggle around and stretch. She was slipping a sausage past her lips as he sat up and eyed her. "Morning," he said a bit gruffly, ran his hand over his face and pushed his dark mane back. It looked rather unkempt and to see him in such a state made her think.

"Morning," she said softly and kept her suspicions to herself.

"Can I get some of that? He forgot to slop me this morning," he moved, as if he were stiff and sore, to lean his back against the wall and watch her. She then lifted the large platter of sausages and eggs and slid down to the floor, walking over. He was looking rather famished by the time, she stopped just out of his reach. Her eyes narrowed and he sighed, waving her closer. "Really, I am starving. Don't torture a starving man."

She sighed, moved closer, lowered down beside him with the platter and placed it down between them. "You will share with me." There were two forks and she took one and began to spear her meal onto it. Minogos shrugged, took up the other fork and immediately went for the meat.

"Juniper, we need to talk about this." She frowned, looked off and he sighed softly, "Juniper, don't you understand why I am so concerned? You could ..."

She growled in frustration and speared another sausage hard. "Listen to me," she said sharply. "Do you have any idea how this feels right now? I have a constant knot in my stomach, that makes me want to wretch. My beloved one died, my dearest friend is gone and the moon says I need to mate and that mating will happen in Morgoth´s Lair?" She looked him deeply in the eyes then and he could see her emotions playing out in those purple pools. Then he felt them and he was forced to look away. "My choices are gone. I do not wish to mate right now. I want to get this awful fucking mess done. I want to go home to my remaining love and our children. I need my family, but I am here, in this shit hole and the fucking moon is telling me I need to jump on the nearest cock. I am understanding why my people wanted to leave." She shoved the sausage past her lips and chewed angrily.

He was left staring at her. His fork, filled with eggs, just hovered there in the air. He has actually paused and listened to her, felt her frustration, sadness and anger. Finally he lowered his fork and looked down. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry, I should have considered that a bit more. I just thought, you were always prepared or something."

She just shook her head and dropped her fork. Before he knew it she was on her feet. "How do you prepare to be shoved into the middle of a war you have nothing to do with in truth and have your heart murdered before you? How does one seamlessly prepare for that? Then jump into the arms of someone else a few days later? Tell me!" She hissed and glared at him. He knew, he had put his foot in his mouth, "Juniper, please ..."

She was done, walked to the door without a word and simply left. In the hall she turned to go towards the darkened cavern. The walk was a long one and she hoped by the time she got there her mood improved. She strolled along the corridors and was ignored by the Orcs. The village was quiet that day and there was no market open. With a shrug she continued on her way, soon finding herself in that long hall way with little light.

She began to feel better the further along she went and the anticipation of having tea with this mysterious friend was beginning to grow. She wanted to think about anything, but the moon right now and this was perfect. As she neared the end of the hall she could hear the grumblings of her friend and he called to her. "Greetings to you, little light." The voice rolled off the walls around her.

Her pace picked up and she found her smile again. "Hello, my friend, I have come for tea." She stopped at the mouth of the cave and spoke into the darkness. "Are you well today?"

"Well enough." The deep voice rumbled around her, "please, come down." Light got her attention as a row of torches along the wall seemed to just light on their own. She could feel the heat in the air and then it was gone. She looked to her right and saw a stairway that led down. Gingerly her small, bare foot pressed to the warm stone below her, then she took the next step.

"You seem a bit troubled."

"I don't want to talk about it," she said in an apologetic way. "There isn't anything to be done about it anyway."

"I see."

She continued on her way down and stopped, to look back up the steps. There were so many, she had already taken, and it looked like so many more down. She sighed and kept going. "There are things," she said softly, "that I can not control about myself. I feel like my body betrays me all the time."

"Really? How so, little light?"

She was silent as she took the next several steps. "The moon and the sun. I look different between night and day. That does not bother me so much, it is how, when the moon is full, my body has this uncontrollable need to mate. If I don't mate, I end up in great pain and I suffer. I want control of this so badly."

"I can not say that I can understand this problem, however, it seems to really be troubling you." The voice paused and she continued on in silence for a few moments. "You are near the bottom now."

Her gaze lifted from the stone steps and out before her she could see a light that spread out across a stone floor. With a little hop she was down on the floor and as she turned she could see a small warmly lit area. There was a table and a chair in the orange glow of several lanterns. Her head tilted a bit and she began to approach as curiosity took hold.

There were several plates of various sweets laid on the table as well as a pot of tea and everything she could want to put in said tea. She smiled now and excitedly crawled up into the rather large chair and knelt in the seat.

"This looks lovely, don´t you want to join me?" She asked as she got busy preparing herself a cup of tea. She never made it like Galion. She could get close, but it was just never the same. So she lifted her cup to her lips and took a sip. It was rather good and she was close, but she missed the tea at home.

"No, my dear, this is all for you."

She felt extremely hungry and was attacking the jam filled pastries. He was watching from the darkness. "Thank you," she said with a smile and a little jam at the corner of her mouth, which was licked away quickly.

"It seems we both find ourselves in a conundrum," the voice said softly.

"What is yours?" She asked.

"My purpose draws near. However, I no longer feel the need to do what will be asked of me. Before I could not refuse for his will became mine. Now, it is different. I have my own will. Yet he does have the ability for do harm to me. I find myself not wanting to die, but at the same time not wanting to do horrible things. This is my conundrum."

She looked down into her tea and felt a heaviness in her heart. "I am not sure of all the circumstances and I respect your wanting to not burden me with them." She began, then looked out into the darkness and smiled softly. "I suppose the best advice I could give, and please, understand I am not one that should be giving advice, but do what you believe to be right. No matter the consequences. What is right is right."

She lifted her cup and finished the rest of the tea, then looked out to the darkness again. "I believe, their is goodness in this world. No, I know there is. I am different, I get the feeling you are, too. I was afraid at first, but I have friends now. I have a family now. I worked past my fears and my life became wonderful and I have that same hope for you." She smiled a bit brighter and tears ran down her cheeks. "You have a good start though. I am your friend and I bet, if I got to introduce you to everyone else, that they would like you, too. You would end up with more friends. Life does not have to be sad and miserable for anyone. I don't care what you look like or what you are. I care about you."

He lay there in the darkness, listening to her sweet voice and what she said to him. He felt the air leave his lungs and he gasped for a breath. She was small and weak compared to him. Yet there was this fire in her soul that made one believe in the impossible when she spoke and for the first time in his long existence he began to believe there was something else out there for him.

"I am very sorry, my friend, I am unsure of the hour, but I know I can not stay long today. There is something I want to look for." She uncurled her legs from beneath her small frame, placed her feet on the ground and looked all the way up the stairs.

"If you would allow me, My Lady?" The voice said and from the darkness came a humungous clawed hand, black in color and shiny. It was big enough, she thought, to squish twenty Trolls within.

She moved towards it, her small hand reaching out to touch one of the fingers. It was cold to the touch and smooth like glass. Then carefully she climbed up on the large palm . She stood there a moment, looking down in wonder. "Brace yourself," he said and she lowered down to crouch. She gasped at the sensation of lift. One she had felt often when flying, but it was different like this. Then his hand stopped and she looked to see the opening at the mouth of the cave.

Rising she moved across his hand and stepped onto the stone floor. She spun around and looked out into the darkness. "You are full of surprises, aren't you, my new friend? I hope to see you sometime. Under better circumstances."

"I wish that, too, little light, and thank you for showing me that there are other paths to travel if one has the courage."

She waved into the darkness, turned around and ran down the hall.

She neared where the market had been and found herself pulled once again down a darkened hallway, her body pushed against the wall. He was far too close for comfort. "You have to stop doing this." She punched him in the ribs and he winced as she tried to wiggle away. She was grabbed rather roughly and pinned back in place.

"Where do you keep going and who are you meeting?" He hissed and she felt his grip tighten around her wrist.

"You are hurting me!" She cried out.

Drannor winced and loosed his grip. She took the opportunity to lift her knee up hard at his crotch to hit him square between the thighs. Suddenly she was freed and he went down to the floor.

"I had tea and cakes with a Dragon. You just needed to ask me nicely and I would have told you." She looked at her wrist and the bruise that was forming there. "This is not how you become my friend. " She shoved her bruised wrist out to him and showed him the marks. He lay on the ground curled up.

"You didn't have to hit me there. That is a low blow, Juniper. Very low."

"Don't hurt me again." she spat out and turned on her heels. She ran off around the corner and disappeared.

"Tea and cake with a Dragon," he whispered to himself and grinned. "This should be interesting." Finally he pushed himself up and winced. "I will have to find a good way to apologize later though."

She was angry now. That, mixed with everything else, had her growling under her breath and moving with purpose, but no real direction. She stalked down long, dim hallways and through large cavernous rooms whose occupants avoided her. Then all the negativity she was feeling began to ebb away and her steps slowed. Within a few moments she realized that she was quite lost.

She stood in the middle of a cross hallway. One intersecting the other. She looked up and down one then the other and sighed as she could not even tell, which way she had come from. "Way to go. You have managed to get yourself lost." She muttered to herself and finally just picked a way to go and began to move down it.

"Who makes every hall look like the last?" She questioned and just kept moving forward. Eventually the hall stopped and before her was a large, heavy, red door. She looked back and saw nothing, but the long dimly lit hall. It was either open the door or turn around and go back. She had been told she had free roam of the Fortress. With a shrug she reached towards the door and barely touched it with the tips of her fingers, when she heard a soft click and the door slowly opened just a bit.

"Curious." She said, pressed her hand to the door and pushed it open a bit more. She poked her head inside and looked around. Then slipped past the door inside. It was a large, dark room, lit by lanterns. It was quite hot inside. Though occasionally she felt a cool breeze pass over her flesh.

There was a massive desk to one side. It was covered with various parchments and scrolls tied with red ribbon. Shelves upon shelves filled with black books. The writing on the spines she could not read. She moved slowly around the large room. There were other doors leading to other rooms and as she listened she heard nothing but silence.

There was a dark hallway at the end of the room and it was from there ,that the cool breeze came from. She turned away from the hallway. Something just felt bad about it. It was not a place she should go. She turned to go and found herself against something, her eyes staring at dark fabric.

She quickly stepped back and tilted her head back. Her eyes now wide as she found herself staring up at Melkor. Now she began to stumble back from him, her back meeting cold stone and to her right a fireplace sprang to life suddenly. Its glow flickered across her face. He stepped closer to her. She let out a cry, spun to her right and around, what she now realized was a large chair made of stone that sat before the large fire place.

"I did give you free roam of my home, but I did not expect you to be so bold as to enter my private quarters. I find this highly entertaining," he spoke in a soft tone and shifted to look around the back of the chair at her.

"I assure you, I did not know this was your rooms. I will leave with my apologies for invading the sanctity of your personal space," she said as she began to tremble. She stepped to the other side of the chair to leave and he shot around quickly, to intercept her. She let out a small cry and stepped back three, then four steps.

"These will be your rooms, too. You might as well stay a moment," he smiled at her, then stepped to the side and offered her the stone chair to sit in. Something told her this might be a good time to indulge him. Her eyes stayed on him, until she climbed up into to large stone chair and sat. The flames in the fire place lowered to a more tolerable temperature. She drew her legs up into the large seat and pressed her thighs to her chest, her arms wrapped around them and she settled into silence.

He regarded her for several long silent moments. She looked rather tiny in his chair. The way, her glow reflected off the polished stone, heightened this effect. She was actually nice to look upon. Petite with gentle curves, a kind, round face and, at the moment long, golden hair, that lay around her slender shoulders in waves.

"You are not hard on my eyes. I will give you that, my dear." He started off saying to her and smiled. "You are not quite my type, but I can see how you could grow on me." He eyed her as if she were a roasted chicken and he was a starving man. This made her even more uncomfortable and she started looking for a way to escape this room.

He sensed her discomfort and chuckled amused. "I pay you a compliment and you look at me with fear and loathing! Tsk, tsk, tiny Fae, that is rather rude of you. I have been nothing, but accommodating and kind where you are concerned, have I not?"

"Sure you have been. If you take out all of that stuff about killing my loved ones, then yeah, this is been a wonderful time." Her words dripped with sarcasm and she grew bold for a few moments, staring him down. Then looking away within a few seconds.

"I see," he clapped his hands together and smirked. "No more need to die, Juniper. I plan on making you an offer and I might as well tell you, what it is. That way you can think long and hard about it between your moans and orgasms tonight."

Her eyes widened and she felt a lump rising in her throat. He knew just where to dig at her as well. "No more of your friends and family need to die. You will give yourself freely to me and I will call off the attack. They will turn around and leave then. You will be mine and they should have no interest in you any longer. I am most generous, am I not?"

Her eyes narrowed as he gave her his offer and she was out of the chair rather quickly. Her steps carried her back towards the red door. "I was not finished," he said in an even tone.

"I am," she said as she began to try open the door. "I have heard your offer, now I wish my time to go mull it over," she spat out and he could tell she was not taking him seriously. He moved, in the blink of an eye, he was standing so close to her she could feel the heat of his skin. She pushed herself back against the door and looked up in wide eyed horror.

His hand reached out and gently cupped her cheek, the moment was almost tender and then the look in his eyes shifted and he narrowed his gaze. His hand grabbed her face, palm over her mouth and he lowered down so he was eye level with her. "You will do this, my dear, or every single last one of them will die. I will see to the death of the Elf King myself," he hissed at her. She forced to look deeply into his eyes and she saw things that frightened her. "He will suffer until his last breath."

The door disappeared behind her. Being opened so suddenly she fell backwards. Her face slipped from his grasp and she ended up falling into someone. Her eyes shifted up and much to her relief she saw Drannor. He arched a brow and glared at her. He snatched up her wrist, spun her around and pulled her in close. "I have been looking everywhere for you," he growled, then looked to his master and exhaled a deep breath. "Please, forgive this, master. I am unsure, how she got this far. I seems that some barriers have been let down that should not be."

All she could think was that she would much rather deal with Drannor than Melkor. "Have her bathed," Melkor said lowly, "she reeks of Elves." He turned and moved away from the door. It closed behind him and Drannor swiftly turned and drug her by the wrist down the hallway. She stumbled after him and struggled to keep her feet under herself.

The pace finally slowed to a stop and he released her wrist. She stumbled back and pressed to the wall. Her eyes following him as he looked over the wall for something. "He did it himself," he growled, then looked at her, his gaze softening. "I did not mean to frighten you, Juniper, but I had to be firm or he would have taken you far too soon."

"He really does plan on making me his? Even if he has to force my compliance. Why? What use am I to him? He needs me and that' the only reason I am alive. Tell me," she demanded.

Drannor just grabbed her wrist again and pulled her down the hall, further and further from his master´s liar. "It's because he needs me to destroy everything and then re-make it how he chooses. Isn't it? He sees me as a weapon, as a tool."

Drannor listened to her and said in a low, growling voice. "We are all just tools and weapons to him. He uses Minogos against you. He uses me against everyone and he will use you to finally get what he truly desires. He will become Eru."

Minogos jumped to his feet when the door started to open and Juniper was drug into the chambers and right over to the wall, where he held her down and placed a chain on her wrist. "There now, she can not get away from you." He leveled his gaze onto Minogos before releasing her, leaving her in a heap on the cushions.

"I found her with him." Drannor motioned with his hand to Juniper and looked at Minogos with narrowed eyes. "Inside his chambers."

Minogos' gaze snapped onto her. "Why would you go there?" His voice took on an angry tone.

"The only thing I can say in her defense is, that the magic barriers he uses to keep others out of the area were all down." Drannor sighed now and stepped back to sit on a stool near them. "He did not seem surprised by the news either."

She shrank back from Minogos' glare, "I didn't know where I was going. I got mad at Drannor and stormed off. I was just walking and then I became lost. Then I was at a red door," she shrugged and her voice got small. "I went inside because I was told I could go anywhere in the Fortress."

Juniper got to her knees. The chain on her wrist rattled softly, this made her frown. She shook her head trying to focus on what was important at the moment. "What is in that dark place in his rooms?" Drannor shook his head. "What is in there?" She demanded. Minogos' brows creased and now he looked to Drannor to answer her question.

"It is a what and a who." Drannor began and sighed. "Long, long ago two of Feanor's sons recovered the last two Silmarils from Morgoth. The one with the reddest of red hair threw himself and the Silmaril into the flames of the volcano. The one with the darkest of dark hair is said to have thrown his into the sea. The story differs here. Why would he throw it in the sea and walk away? So he could live out his days in perpetual torment over the things he had done?" Drannor shook his head. "I do not know who started that story, but that is not what happened. The dark haired son threw himself in the sea with the Silmaril. Though it burned his hands he bound the stone to him and they together rest at the bottom."

The look in both of their eyes changed and their expression softened as the realization of who and what was in the dark place really was hit them. It was Minogos, who found his voice first. "Maglor threw the stone into the sea," he said so lowly it was almost a whisper.

Juniper just listened and said nothing. Suddenly her heart felt very heavy for her new friends. For Caranthir, Maedhros, Celegorm and Curufin. Her heart felt heaviest for Feanor. The deep baritone of Drannor´s voice lifted again and drew her gaze. "He can not take the stone from Maglor´s hands and he can not use the stone, while it is in Maglor´s hands. There are none, who can touch that cursed stone that have a pure enough heart to do such a thing. None that are born of Eru that is."

She looked down at her small hands folded on her lap. She could feel their eyes on her and still she said nothing. "What he plans to do with it I do not know. It is nothing good I can assure you. Though, if I am to be honest, he truly believes he is in the right."

The sound of their voices faded into background noise. This droning hum that turned to song. It felt very familar, the vibrations from this hum and the voice that was inside of it, speaking to her in her own language. 'Dos z'klaen olva lil' emrades de' iglata. Lil' iglata nindel orn belbau kestal. (You must plant the seed of promise. The promise that will give hope.)' The voice whispered to her.

"Juniper?" She heard her name being called. "Juniper? Are you having a vision?" She blinked and found Minogos practically in her face. She shoved him back and scowled. "No, I was not having a vision. I'm feeling weary and hungry. Not to mention the sun is going down."

"Rest and eat, little Fae, you have, what is sure to be, a spectacular night ahead," Drannor said with a laugh and rose up quickly, before the water bowl that had been left for Minogos was tossed at him by the Pixie. "Food and drink will be brought shortly." He was laughing softly as he opened the door.

She collapsed down on the cushions and curled up on her side. Minogos moved closer and when she didn't punch, kick or bite him, he slid an arm around her and pulled her close. "Why do you smell like a Dragon?" He asked softly and suddenly felt very confused.

She actually began to giggle, "because I had tea and cakes with a Dragon today."

Minogos lifted his head and looked down at her as she had her own little joke. "A Dragon. Alright, little flower, keep your secrets."

The door opened and food was brought in by Human servants. A feast was lain out before them and a copper tub was moved within reach. Many buckets of hot water were brought in and the tub was filled. Then the procession of scantily clad women filed out, the door was closed and they heard the lock clicking into place.

She was sucking the juice from a peach from her fingers when she eyed the tub then pushed herself up. "Well, since apparently I smell like a Dragon, which is not the most flattering thing to be told I might add, I think I will bathe." She was not shy around Minogos. There was no need for it. He had seen her naked before. He watched though as she pulled off her dress and tossed it away. As she turned, the light reflected off her wings and made them shimmer.

His eyes finally pulled away as she sank down into the hot water and just lay back a moment. He went about eating. He had to admit this was better than gruel. The scent of the soap began to permeate everything around him. 'Sweet jasmine,' he thought and smiled. This reminded him of Byn. He tossed the bread in his hand down on the platter. 'Of course he would know what Byn´s favorite scent was,' he thought and looked to the bathing Pixie. The light in the window was growing more dim.

The sound of swishing water made him look up again. She was climbing from the tub and throwing a large thick towel around herself. The chain rattled with every movement she made and he could see the distaste in her expression at the sound. Then she joined him and began to pick out roasted meats to eat. He watched her and how the muscles under her soft flesh tensed and relaxed when she moved. The soft curve of her jaw line as she chewed. Damp golden hair lay over her back and shoulders in rivers of gold that was slowly becoming streaked with the most brilliant silver.

The weight of what was about to happen began to sit upon his shoulders. He could not imagine the amount of strength it had to had taken his father to not touch her in the ways he truly wanted. The last of the light was gone from the window and he could see her discomfort in how she began to hold herself.

"Not yet." He heard her whisper right as he was about to touch her shoulder. He pulled his hand back. Then sighed, thinking she would turn this into a fight. That was not how he wanted this to go.

"Not yet does not mean a fight. If your thoughts were any louder, Morgoth would hear them." She shoved another bite of meat past her lips.

He blinked and tilted his head. "You, you can hear my thoughts?" She nodded. "Have you always been able to hear them?" She shook her head. "I don't know why I can suddenly hear them. There have been several strange things happening with me." Her voice trailed off as she ate.

"That is weird. Father could hear my thoughts really clearly and for very long distances. Maybe without Rowena your own gifts are getting stronger. I will try and think a bit more quiet for you." He smirked.

When she didn't laugh at his joke, he frowned and nudged her gently. "Hey, don't go getting upset on me, please. I understand your hesitations about all of this tonight. I , just ...," his words were cut off by her lips, pressing to his. She had moved so quickly, he had not even noticed, until there she was pressed against his chest. The towel falling away from her body, it took him a few seconds to understand this was real and his arms wrapped around her.

It was a gentle, fluid motion that had her laying against the cushions, his lips never leaving hers. His hand roamed her naked flesh eagerly as he settled beside her. It was like the finest, softest silk under his fingers. He could marvel at this for hours. Just touching her and exploring every inch and she was privy to every thought.

Her breaths turned to gasps and her body began to squirm. He could only think of how long he had wanted to touch this mysterious creature, he had been raised to love, sight unseen. How lucky he felt to have her in his arms. She was being influenced by him and she knew it. She threw herself wholly into this, feeling no guilt for her nature. She stopped hating the moon then and became its lover.

Small delicate fingers glided up his back, then higher under the long, thick, black mane into the hair at the bottom of his head. Those fingers curled into it, sending chills along his spine. He could have devoured her then. His tongue slid between her soft, trembling lips, her body seeking to press against his. Everything was an assault on his senses from the softness of her touch, the heat of her body and the scent of jasmine that surrounded him. In delightful return she felt it all, too.

He shifted so he was on his hands and knees. Still kissing her, he moved to hover over her smaller frame. When his lips left hers they drifted down to her neck. His tongue was moist and hot against her flesh and he drug it from her throat to her ear before pressing his lips to the small, soft lobe. She trembled and felt chills rise over her flesh when the tip of his tongue traced the line from her lobe to the pointy tip of her ear.

His eyes looked on a pool of pure silver, her hair had changed completely. His lips dipped down to press to the curve of her shoulder then down to the pebbled pink of a pert nipple. He gasped and the way, she moved under him, just urged him on. He was struggling to maintain control. Everything within him began to scream for him to have her. His lips passed to the other breast and his fingers traveled lower over her belly that fluttered under the caress of his fingertips.

Those fingertips running lower to softly stroke along the inside of her sleek thigh. Her fingers glided with ease through his hair, suddenly clawing in there, holding on to him. His fingers found her hot creamy core, delving between silken folds and over the sensitive pearl. Her legs shook and she emitted the softest little moans, gripping his hair nearly painfully hard. His eyes rolled back for a moment as fingers sank into tight, wet heat and her hips rolled.

All thoughts of control were lost then. The scent of jasmine was now mixed with earth and wild flowers. It was driving him near insanity. He pulled his fingers from her and positioned himself between her soft thighs. Her hands let go of his hair, reached down between her thighs and delightful little fingers curled around him, stroking him and guiding him closer. He was done in those moments. A hand pressed to the cushions and the thick tip of his spear pressed against her.

For a second it was painful and then it was exquisite. Their flesh becoming one and all the pleasure that came from it was intense. Her body squirmed under his, he answered with rolling thrusts of his hips. His hand moved to grab the tender, but firm flesh of her backside, pulling her to him. The need to be deep was strong and he struggled to not fully give into this animal lust.

Her cries became screams. Growling, lusty screams that echoed around him. A song that told of the pleasure she was experiencing, the body tattled on her as well. The passage he plundered was quivering and her screams turned to growled need. She lifted her hands again and took hold at his broad shoulders, her little, but sharp fingernails digging into his flesh. He cried out, wrapped his arms around her and let control fade. Her body was lifted from the cushions and crushed to his chest. She rocked in his arms, clawed at his back and bit into the firm flesh of his chest.

It was all too much to bear for long. When her thighs tensed and her body began to tremble he erupted within her. Growling, his teeth sank into her shoulder, effectively holding her in place as they rode out the waves of ecstasy. Still shaking with their lust they fell to the cushions with bodies still intertwined.

In the middle of a battle was the worst moment to be overwhelmed with lust. The battle has spilled into the night and was showing no signs of ending. He was coming in from the field. There needed to be plans made and attacks agreed on. The only one that seemed to have any idea of what he was experiencing was Elrohir.

As soon as Thranduil dismounted he was drug into a dark tent that held supplies. Elrohir expertly removed as little armor as possible to comfortably relieve the King of his tension. Thranduil's back pressed against wooden crates, his hand resting upon Elrohir's head. "Han bain, baw daur," Thranduil moaned in his husky tone. His breaths came out ragged, before his hands gripped Elrohir's head and he hissed through his teeth.

Thranduil tried not to think about what was happening with her or who she was with. He felt so little from her that he was surprised when he felt her lust. He finally released Elrohir's head, the ellon sat back against his heels and breathed heavily. "You feel her again. Is this not good?" He asked softly.

"It is and it is not." There was a sadness to his voice as he laced his leggings up once more and Elrohir began to fix his armor.

"Let's go find the others. There are plans to be made."