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Thranduil
"Do you wish to know what they say about us?" Thranduil questioned Elrond. The Lord of Imladris perused through a book of leisure as he reclined in his lofty chair, his feet propped up on a footstool.
"Nay," Elrond answered shortly, refusing to glance up. Thranduil chuckled and eyed his chessboard critically before making another move.
"They remark that you and I behave as a married couple," Thranduil explained nevertheless. His eyes twinkled in mirth and his voice trembled. That earned him an incredulous glance from Elrond.
"Truly?" Elrond asked in disbelief.
"Truly," Thranduil promised. Elrond closed his book, one finger marking the page he was reading.
"And what brought such an outrageous thought to their minds?"
"It seems that we have a certain affinity that they find difficult to describe. More than a friendship... You may almost call it companionship." Thranduil waited eagerly for Elrond's reaction.
Elrond studied his eager expression and the silent prodding in Thranduil's manner, sighed and returned his attention to his book, his expression belonging that to an Elf who was under long suffering.
"If that is true, then I call for an annulment."
Thranduil laughed.
Author's Note:
Some reader once noted that in my Scribblings, Thranduil and Elrond always have good relations (and is building) when I mentioned I would explore every possibility in the beginning.
Blasphemy, I say! :P
