Author's Note:

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Thranduil

"What comes first; a bird or an egg?" His wife asked.

"The bird, of course." Thranduil asked.

"But where did the bird come from?"

"It was created." Thranduil answered, his voice confident.

"But an egg is also a creation." The Queen protested. She sat on a chair by the fire, her hair free from her crown and braids. She was dressed in a luxurious dressing gown that encased her small frame.

Thranduil lay on his stomach before the fire, his legs hoisted in the air and crossed at the ankles. He braced himself on his forearms. His damp hair still gleamed after the bath.

"The egg is formed by the union of a bird and its mate." Thranduil answered. "You need two birds for an egg." Then he hid his smile before deciding to tease his wife. "Yield. I have won, as I always do."

The Queen arched a single brow.

"What comes first?" She asked, "The King or his hubris?"

Thranduil burst out laughing.


Author's Note:

Another suggestion was to do an interaction between Thranduil and Legolas.

But Legolas is currently sulking in the dungeon somewhere.

So I hope husband/wife time will suffice?