OK, wow, here we are after over 2 years of nada! the last upload was 1-15-20
I first want to apologize to the people that have been waiting on me to upload on this. I know it has been forever, I just don't know where the time went. I am sure that you would rather read the story rather than hear my sorry excuses for why I have been absent from this story. So I hope quality has not dropped with quantity as this chapter is longer than my previous ones so I hope it is easy to follow.
anyway please enjoy it and let me know what you think at the end!
The days since the attack had been full of stress and meetings. Councils and organizations all wanting answers to calm his people. Questions were always the same. Why had such a large force gone unnoticed? How had they been able to get so close to them? What did it mean for the orcs to be gathering like this? But there were no answers to give them other than a few placating words and the fact that the situation had been taken care of.
Safeguards had been put in place. More elves were put on patrols of the area and were sent further to scout than before. He even organized them into teams to keep them safer, but the elves living in Mirkwood were unsettled. Fanion had suggested holding an event to celebrate their win and focus on the defeat of the orc army with no casualties. As the days went by the idea of shifting the distraction seemed more and more appealing.
Fanion looked over to him, the meeting they were in had been dull and overly repetitive. Thranduil felt as though he needed to bang a few members' heads into the wall. How could someone so wisened by their years become so repetitive in their old age? A decision was made and after the council brought up the fact that it took a vision to prepare them for the third time Thranduil turned to his friend.
"My friend and council Fanion has given me some advice regarding the current climate here. And in his wisdom has suggested we hold festivities or a day or so of celebration in the wake of the defeat of such a horde. It has been a while since our men faced combat like this and it would be prudent to recognize their achievements. Hand out some praise and give the people something to look forward to."
Fanion smiled gracefully by his side nodding his head at the acknowledgment, "It would take a few days to arrange everything of course, as large celebrations do require some planning. But it is important for our people to see the benefits of this last battle. For a battle that we won to be a cause of panic and disarray is lamentable."
"We have already made changes to the guard and other stations, added posts, and have put the forest under higher priority for watch. We will not let an incident like this happen again." Thranduil stated standing from his chair, "That being said, it is time for the kingdom to get back to the routine of everyday life. We should not pay any more unnecessary attention to this incident. It should be laid to rest now before it pulls at the strands of attention we hold for everyday activities."
There were a few nods around the table as some whispers circulated in the air. "Perhaps not a celebration for the victory of an unprepared battle but more a celebration in appreciation for the troops that fought." One of the members at the table suggested
"Treat it however you would like. I will leave the rest of the planning to Fanion and the rest of the council willing to work on it. In the meantime, there are other matters going on that require my attention." With that Thranduil left the room not wanting to spend any more time on the details of the matter. As he left he nodded at Fanion who stood and bowed before turning to the group. " I think we should honor some of the outstanding soldiers and generals…" his voice dimmed and faded as Thranduil moved down the hall.
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Doronien's lessons had been going slowly that morning. Doronien had been distracted and breaking to look out of the window of the small study they were using that day. Her breath was slow and she often took long pauses that ended with abrupt changes in topic.
During one particularly long pause in her lecturing, Sunal spoke up, "You seem distracted today Doronien, do you perhaps want to conclude lessons for today?"
"No young nathal, I am well. Lessons can continue as we have scheduled. I am just distracted today. It has been a long time since our borders have been breached and it had me thinking of different times. Times I would have much rather have forgotten in the long peaceful time we have been enjoying."
"Were you there for the old wars?" Sunal's interest peaked.
"I remember the time after them. There was unrest for a long time. There were small battles, like the one yesterday, fought regularly. Defending territory and pushing out the darkness that ever crept in these woods was a hard and distressing time."
"I would not know even where to begin to imagine what those times must have been like." Sunal said a frown settling on her face in sympathy, yet a small smile itched behind it. She loved the talk of war and times of hardship. She could imagine endless battlefields, fire stretching for miles. The continuous sound of struggle on a battlefield that never ended. Sunal could dream and envision these things in even more detail now that she had seen a small battle for herself now.
Sunal had seen battles before, skirmishes, between the men of Rohan there were always fights for power, but never anything as grand as a large battle. People did not really want to take life as orcs did, they did not revel in the destruction that orcs did. It was a completely different type of fighting and now she could expand her imaginings of a giant battlefield to her own delight as much as she wanted to.
"They were indeed dark times," Doronien said solemnly, "there were often times when there was thought to be no end to the battles. My husband fought practically every day then. He spent more time on the battlefield than he did at home. Even when he was home for good his mind would find its own way back to the battlefields. It was years before he could properly rest. It was the same for me night after night, waking up afraid he would not be there. Ah young nathal how freeing it would be to not have memories of such a time."
Sunal did not often think of the aftermath of war other than the flames dying down and the screams of the wounded and dying filling the air as one side claimed victory. She tilted her head in thought, Doronien, was not the type to get so sentimental about these things. What was there to lose once a battle was over. One that her husband did not even have to take part of? She couldn't understand the elliths concerns, and she was unsure if she wanted to. She might understand if her husband was in the field and lost his life. Then she would have lost something precious to her and that would have been... sad, but it was these lingering feelings of loss and trepidation that she could not understand.
There was a pause where the air sat slightly tense. Sunal had more questions, about the wars, what they were like, how did they fight hord after hord, but she could see that her teacher was not the one to ask. And though she could see that her teacher was deep in thought Sunal did not care to probe any further into her thoughts. This side of the wars did not entertain her, so she would simply wait out the silence that came with her teacher's distracted mind.
Eventually their lessons ended at the exact time they were planned to. Doronien gracefully stood her dress flowing around her tall narrow frame. She always moved with a gentle purpose, but today there was an indecisiveness that was out of character as she moved towards the door. She took a half step towards the door before turning back to Sunal.
"I have heard tales of your feats during the battle with the orcs." the words were spoken too solemnly to be followed by flattery, "You may have saved many lives by risking your own, but keep in mind that you are still human. Your life is short and precious. I am sure that you may have thought it heroic to leap into the fray, as that is the instinct so many young folks have but do not underestimate our own forces. Our own are some of the best in the land and can mind their own backs when cornered. Us elves are capable of surviving even the most difficult of challenges and we have persevered through these changing times."
Sunal bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a small smirk she could feel edging up on the corners of her mouth. Instead of coming back with some witty retort, Sunal feigned grace, and bowed her head partly to hide her smirking face, she was not so weak as to be fell by a few orcs. "I know I am young and there is still much I need to learn. I thank you for worrying for my safety. It brings me joy that you would consider my safety so important."
Doronien, placated by Sunal's answer, smiled at her pupil. "There is to be a celebratory feast in the coming days. I will be by your side to aid you in learning the proper etiquette. There is not much you need to learn, but there are a few things that will aid you in assimilating into the function. Oh, and we must plan for a special robe for you to wear, I am sure that they will want to acknowledge your battle prowess. Who knows you might even be promoted to the Kings guard."
Sunal stiffened, they wouldn't do that. Would they? The thought of those steely grey eyes on her more than usual sent a chill down her spine. "What would be the benefit of them doing that? I am an outsider."
"Only the strongest are amongst the Kings guard. You would be able to train exclusively with them, which is one benefit I know you would enjoy as you have grown bored with the general guard training. But the main benefit for you would be that you would be able to accompany the King on his hunting trips out in the forest. As much as I love these halls I am sure that a traveler such as yourself must miss the freedom, space, and life that the forest provides, something that these halls do not provide much of." Doronien said, standing in the door frame, "Now I will see you soon young nathal, there is much we need to do in preparation for the feast." and with that, she left, lightly closing the door behind her.
Sunal pondered the so-called benefits of being on the KingsGuard. The most attractive benefit being that she would be able to leave the boundaries of the city, something that only border guards could do. And a task that she was not given. She missed the fresh smell of the wind, and the sounds that all the little creatures made, but more than any of those she missed the expanse of the sky.
Sunal leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel the wind on her wings and she cut through the clouds and flew through the sky. Looking down she could see the land below green and lush. She was flying high enough that she could not be seen but as a shining dot in the sky, something easily dismissable for any common folk. She could make out the outlines of a small village and the large squares of divided lands for crops. Everything there was in its proper place, yet it could all be taken away so easily should she have the inkling to tear a village apart, or should a small orc horde come through the area. Yes, she missed flying. She missed being in her golden dragon form that brought her father so much pride to see. But dwelling on things one can not do was not beneficial.
She had decisions to make. She had still done a terrible thing in the elven culture. And though there had been some recognition that she was at the very least not going to be forced from their borders. She still had the feeling of King Thranduil's eyes following her. And being on his guard would only give him more opportunity to observe her, find fault in her, or worse discover something unnatural about her, something inhuman.
As the days to the feast approached Doronien prepared Sunal as best she could, having her read about proper decorum, well versed in popular phrases and poems, as well as a few dance lessons taking the place of her going to the fields for practice. Finally, the day arrived. Doronien arrived earlier than usual bringing with her bottles of lotions and potions for her hair and skin. And after a thorough bath, Doronien expertly mixed the oils into her hair, drying it as she went along. Then she moved to massage the rest of the fine smelling oils into her skin. Sunal felt slightly uncomfortable with the attentiveness that Doronien was giving her, but she held her tongue as she knew how much the elith was looking forward to the festivities. Finally, she uncovered the dress that she would be wearing, it was a deep red color that had a shine to it which made the light flicker off the fabric as though it were alive. Sunal was mesmerized by it for a moment. She reached out to touch the soft velvety material. It was cool to the touch, and chills ran over her body as Doronien aided in lifting the fabric over and onto her. Though there were strands holding up the fabric it barely needed it as it clung to her form exposing her shoulders and collarbone. There was a trim of gold at the collar and at the flowing base with a diamond design she had recognized as being fairly popular in the city.
"Your hair matches the trim beautifully as I suspected." Doronien said tracing the pattern absentmindedly, "Your hair now even has the same luster as the gold thread used to weave these patterns, I would believe them if someone told me that they had used your hair to weave this pattern."
"When did you have the time to do this Doronien?" Sunal said admiring her form in the mirror.
"I have a friend who is a tailor, she owed me a favor. This is actually one of my old dresses. It was hemmed and there was some fabric let out in the bust and hips, for your figure is indeed more shapely than mine, but other than that it is the same dress."
"I faer nîn linna nan glass Doronien." Sunal said expressing her thanks in the Sindarin she had learned
"You are almost fluent in Sindarin, and you even speak some of the old tongues, soon there will be no need for you to have a teacher, as you can lead your own study sessions with all the knowledge you have amassed." Doronien said looking on proudly as a teacher would look upon their star pupil.
"Well, though that may be true they won't have the life that you bring to lessons." Sunal said, running her hand down the front of the dress taking in the fine texture.
Doronien laughed lightly, "Well it has been an honor to be your teacher thus far." She put a hand on Sunal's shoulder, "I know that it has been a bit isolating being here. But I have a feeling that more will recognize your place here after this past battle."
"Well, one can only hope." Sunal said
And with that Doronien guided Sunal out the door and through the many corridors and passageways until they could hear the sounds of music and chattering. Everything got louder as they made their way to the banquet hall, and once they passed through the doors Sunal was taken aback by the beauty of it all.
It was a long oval-shaped room with tables and chairs all around the outside that seemed to have grown from the floor up. There were golden lights dancing in the sky through roots and vines that dangled in elegant patterns from the ceiling. The walls were carved with simple yet expert and delicate craftsmanship. There were images of great battles and of love stories made out of carved wood yet their features and clothes were so expertly carved that in the dancing lights one could almost mistake them for having a life of their own. Meanwhile, in the middle of the hall the elves were decorated in their finery, some of the most beautiful clothing and jewels that Sunal had ever seen. Some were talking in circles, whereas others were dancing traditional dances in the center of the room to the tune of breathtaking music that seemed to float from all corners of the room.
Doronien and Sunal had entered at the southern entrance of the oval, at the opposite end of where they stood was the head table. The throne was set in the center of the main table, and in it sat King Thranduil. He had leaned back in his throne just staring at the new arrivals. Though his gaze was transfixed on one individual once their presence was felt in the hall.
There were other elves that turned to admire Sunal for her beauty despite her being human. There seemed to be a warmth emanating from her, a glow almost that pulled those around her closer in, and before either of them could take in the other Sunal was surrounded by elves trying to talk to her about the battle or interested in what she was learning. Thranduil had an itchy feeling in his gut at the sight of it. He was unsure of how he was feeling at this newfound acceptance his people were showing to an outsider, a human one.
He watched her facial expressions as she spoke with his people. There were so many he wondered if all humans were as expressive as this one. He watched as her cheeks flushed with a soft flush that just added more to her visual appeal. He wanted to hear what she was saying, but with the music and the crowds, it was practically impossible.
"Looking for someone?" a familiar voice said coming from behind
"I was looking nowhere in particular really." Thranduil responded tearing his eyes from Sunal and onto his old friend
"I guess I should give you some warning ahead of time, since you handed me the reins to lead tonight's events I wanted to let you know that there will be two that will be promoted to your Kings Guard." Fanion said, a politicians smile plastered on his face
Thranduil's eyes hardened, "You know that every member of the King's Guard is approved by me. You should know better than to go over my head regarding such matters."
"After a battle won, honors must be given to those that made an impact on the success of said battle." Fanion whispered leaning down to his king, "The first is the son of Respen Elran, Feno, he served on the front lines quite magnificently, and has proven himself in training with his father who has been on the Kings Guard for a century at the least. I think that he has wanted his son to join him for a while, but he had no battle experience prior to the orcs."
"Feno Elran…" Thranduil thought aloud, "If he is anything like his father then he is both talented and loyal, though I have not heard of his exploits during the battle I will assume that you have done your research to make sure that he can perform his duties."
"Well you may not have heard of his exploits due to the second candidate. She has overshadowed his performance by being the hero of the hour, and might I say quite the eye-catching lady of this event." Fanion said a small smile playing on his face
Thranduil's eyes flashed over to Sunal, she had a goblet of wine in one hand and was politely laughing at something Doronien had said, he looked back at Fanion, "No."
"I do not see what the problem is. She has shown great prowess on the battlefield. She has bested nearly all the elves on the training grounds. She is well-read, and has almost adapted to our customs in the months that she has been here…"
"She is a human. She is not one of us." Thranduil said, looking back towards Sunal. This time their eyes met and he quickly diverted his sight back to Fanion. "It would be a burden on my other Kings Guards. They would have to spend time getting a human up to protocol when she might leave any day."
"Oh, I have a feeling that Sunal will not be leaving any time soon." Fanion said cryptically, "And anyway the council has approved of it which includes the Captain of the Guard and the Captain of the King's Guard, he seems eager to see what she is made out of."
"It is beginning to sound as though no matter what I say, she will be put on my guard. Am I still not your king, are my words not the final ones to be heard?" Thranduil said darkly
Fanion took a breath, calming the air around the two, "My friend, you were the one that left these decisions up to me and the council. Many believe that she needs to be rewarded in some fashion and this is the way that the council thought would be the most beneficial." Fanion could still feel the irritation and frustration in the air surrounding King Thranduil, "If it makes you any more comfortable, she has been nothing but courteous to me and my people. And Doronean says she is almost ready for self-study among the other elves."
Thranduil went quiet for a moment "If this is what the council has decided then I suppose there is little to be done so late into the night. Have the preparations already been made?"
"Yes," Fanion said, "The honors will be given by you in a half-hour."
Thranduil rested his back against the throne in the hall, "Well then this will be a historic day to see a human join the king's guard. I wonder how the rest of the elves will take to the news."
"With the stories told of her battle prowess I am sure that it will be a smooth transition," Fanion said
"Ever the optimist, my friend." Thranduil said, shaking his head, "Now go, enjoy the festivities. I know you will return once the ceremonies begin."
Time moved quickly as others came to show their respects and council members informed him of other goings-on that happened during the meeting. The king could not help his eyes from scanning the hall every so often for golden hair and a deep red dress. She was often found laughing with a goblet of elven wine in her hand. She was so much more expressive than the other elves around her and that was part of what drew his attention to her.
Eventually, it was time for the ceremony to begin. The council made their way to the front of the hall. And Fanion took his place next to King Thranduil reading through a speech that had all the levity of dried orc meat. It had clearly been written by one of the council members, if not by a few of them; Thranduil could recognize the patronizing tone they used anywhere. Then it was his turn to say a few words, something he never enjoyed doing. Speeches used to be more of his father's forte. So after a few moments paused he said a few placating phrases to the onlooking crowd. That the battle had been won through their determination and strong spirit. And that this was a time to recognize their heroism for putting their lives on the line to slaughter the orcs that dared to enter their territory. It was not much, but it was enough to make the council and soldiers happy.
Then it was Fanion's turn again to give out the distinctions. He called Feno Elran and Sunal to the front, both bowed before Thranduil's presence only raising their heads after he allowed them to. And then she was right before him again, if elves glowed like the moon and stars, then Sunal had the glow of a setting sun around her tonight. Her hair lit up like gold under firelight and her skin looked warm to touch. Thranduil shook these thoughts to the back of his mind.
"You both have shown your prowess in this fight and as such the council and I hereby award you with the position of Knights of the King's Guard." There was some murmuring amongst the crowd, "After much deliberation, we believe that you are qualified to fill this position with fortitude. We will all be expecting much from you as there is no higher distinction than this that we can bestow upon you, and in that regard, this is both an honor and a challenge. One that I am sure you both will take in stride." Thranduil said he still sat in a relaxed position on his throne, tapping his fingers in slight irritation. The young elf that stood before him had braided his long auburn hair and was sneaking curious glances at the human next to him. Something about that elf annoyed Thranduil; he was not sure what it was but there was already a dislike for the young one. Sunal on the other hand was just glowing in the attention. She kept her features schooled in a nonchalant manner that didn't betray any emotion whether shock or happiness. "Now go forth and revel over your new appointments. For in the coming days there will be much training and work to be done." Thranduil said, dismissing them with a relaxed wave of his hand.
The hall echoed with the polite clapping of the elves in the hall. And there was a great murmuring amongst the elves as the two turned around. After a few moments of hesitation, the two at the center of attention nodded to one another in respect and went into the crowd each looking for familiar faces to celebrate with.
Eventually, Thranduil himself was pulled down from his throne to socialize with the rest of the elves and council members that had attended the festivities. Though on different sides of the room their eyes meet once again. For a moment, in the shine of the lights that lit the room, Sunal's eyes looked gold for a brief moment before turning back to their honey brown. He watched as the seconds passed as her face went from gleeful to apprehensive and guarded. He could feel his jaw clench as she turned her attention away from him and to another elf and smiled at whatever he was saying to her. What were they saying to make her smile? What had she been saying that had been so amusing as to have an eager crowd of elves waiting on her every word. Or was it her appearance that they were drawn to? She exuded energy, as though she was the embodiment of life itself. There was an energy around her that was almost physically electric.
"My King?" one of the elves he had been speaking to said in an attempt to get his attention, "My King? Is there something over there?"
Thranduil was shaken from his musings and looked back at the few council members he had been talking to. His face betrayed almost no emotion other than apathy towards the event or to what he had been looking at. "You all have done a satisfactory job with this event. It seems as though the people are enjoying it."
"Thank you, your highness." one of the members of the council said
But as though there was some other force pulling him to look in the other direction, his gaze drifted back to the last place he had seen Sunal. But she was no longer there. He sat down his glass and excused himself from the elves he had been talking to. His eyes scanned the large room searching, searching for red fabric and golden hair.
Finally, he saw a flash of red go behind a pillar. Purposefully he walked in that direction. Turning around from that corner he watched as she finally came back from around the pillar and scanned the room. He froze where he was, waiting. He wasn't sure who she was looking for, but he waited for her eyes to find him in the crowd. And once they did her eyes once again seemed to catch the light in such a way that they seemed to glow golden again. Only for a moment did they stand there, but it felt as though it lasted minutes, such was the intensity behind each other's eyes.
Once again it was Sunal that broke eye contact, hastily making her way out of the large oval room. As though pulled by a rope tied to the woman Thranduil followed her not thinking of the potential position it might put him in. He followed her out of the exit of the event, through the well lit corridors then down further to the lesser lit halls where food was stored for the event. He could tell that Sunal did not know where she was going. And when she thought she was out of sight of him she entered one of the doors. But Thranduil was close behind her. Only a few steps from the door he placed his hand on the old knob and entered.
It was a small dimly lit room, clearly meant for preparing vegetables and the like. There was a table in the center and a few chairs around it. Along the walls were lights and bags of potatoes and other supplies. There were two other elves in the room questioning Sunal's entrance into their workroom. But once he entered their attention fully went to him. They deeply bowed and asked how they could be of service.
"You are excused from your duties for the rest of the evening." Thranduil said in his normal authoritarian tone. Without question, the two prep cooks took their final ingredients off the table and placed them into a basket, as quickly as they could, and left the room.
Sunal stood with her back facing King Thranduil as all of this was going on. His eyes followed every line of her that the dress accentuated. Her golden hair flowed richly down her back. There was a thick silence in the air that grew heavier every second. "Thank you for the position on the King's Guard. I will do my best." Sunal said in a hushed tone, unsure of what to say. She still did not face him, which for some reason irked him greatly.
"You will face me when you are addressing me." Thranduil said, He watched as she took in a large breath. Slowly she turned to face him. There was a slight note of nervousness on her face, but other than that she stood firmly.
Again there was silence in the room as Thranduil studied her face. As the time passed Sunal could not help but fill the empty air with words. "I wonder why your highness has followed me, but I would suppose that it would have something to do with 'that' incident. I have no intention of attacking you like that again. I was very frustrated, you see. There was a lot not going right in my mind and I let my emotions get the best of me that day. I have done my best to be an upstanding visitor of your lands since then." she rambled on
Thranduil took slow deliberate steps towards her. Were these the placating words that he had wanted to hear? For every step forward Sunal looked as though she wanted to take a step back. But there was nowhere in the room to go so she stood her ground rather than circle around the center table like some prey with nowhere to run. But Sunal was not prey, she may apologize, but she would never act like prey, not when she was a hunter.
"Is there anything I can do to make up for what I did to you? I realize now what a grave shame it is in the elven community and if there is anything that I can do to atone for it then I am willing to do so. I will do my best with the protection of you and your lands for as long as I am allowed to stay here." Sunal said, her words coming out shaky yet calm
Finally, Thranduil made his way to her. His steely gray eyes bore into hers. His hand reached up to grasp her chin to force her to look up at him. He hadn't realized it until then but he felt as though he was out of breath looking into her eyes, as though they stole the wind from his chest and in a breathy voice that still somehow added weight to the already tension-filled room "Yes I believe there are a few things."
And in one fluid motion, he wrapped one arm around Sunal bringing her to his chest and leaning down taking her lips with his own. Initially, Sunal was taken aback, her eyes wide in shock as she stared at his long lashes fluttering closed before she closed her own.
This was certainly not the first time that she had used her body for the gratification of other men, especially when it was to get what she wanted. But to think that the elven King of Mirkwood would want the same thing of her that other creatures did was almost unthinkable to her. The kiss itself wasn't objectionable to Sunal; he was cool to the touch and though the kiss was somewhat simple, it held a ferocity that indicated he must have been holding himself back for quite some time.
While for King Thranduil it was like drinking from a fresh stream after a long journey, or more like warming your hands by a fire on a cold winter's night. He wanted so desperately for that fire to pass through his entire body lighting it a flame, and the only way to do that was to get closer to that fire. He pulled Sunal tighter against him, feeling every curve press into him.
His hand left her chin and explored down her neck down to her exposed collar bone and back to the nape of her neck pulling in for a better angle to deepen the kiss. Until finally they broke for air. The air around them still had the weight of before, but that tension had transformed into desire and wanting. Sunal slowly opened her eyes and peered into those of Thranduil.
They were hazy and in her opinion had the luster of the purest mythril she had ever seen. She could see desire growing in the darkness of his eyes, a gaze she had only known to be calculating was now practically feral. She was sure that her gaze held some sort of passion in it as well, for the moment he felt he had sufficiently caught his breath he leaned down again. This time Sunal knew what to expect and reached up, putting her hand in between her mouth and Thranduil's.
"Wait for a moment." Sunal said, quickly slipping out of Thranduil's tight grasp before he could pull her back in. She looked back, "I'm not running anywhere. Just taking some precautions." Sunal got to the door and locked it firmly. Then she turned and rested her back on the door, taking in the sight of Thranduil at this moment. He was still slightly out of breath and his robes did not look as pristine as they normally would. One thing the robes couldn't hide was what Sunal felt the beginnings of earlier, was his growing manhood. Sunal did her best not to smile. There was a part of herself that felt prideful about her womanly charms; she had never been wanting for male attention until she came to these lands where elven sexuality was nearly non-existent. But here she was with the attention of the Sylvan King of Mirkwood. And she was not going to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of it.
It didn't take Sunl but a few steps to reach Thranduil, but with each step she felt a new thrill down her spine, and to her core, she could feel herself heating up. Once Sunal was in front of Thranduil she turned abruptly and brought her hair to one side. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "Well I can't take this off myself you know…" Sunal said, "All you have to do is undo the clasps in the back. I promised Doronien that I would take good care of this dress and I intend to keep that promise."
There was barely a moment between her saying to remove the clasps and Thranduil's hands roughly undoing them. It did not take long for her dress to fall to the floor leaving her in her bare chested and only in her underwear. The cool air in the dimly lit room made her skin crave the warmth of the red velvet. She picked up the garment and placed it on the opposite side of the table, before coming back to stand in front of Thranduil. Methodically she peeled off the first and then the second cloak that he had on, placing them on the table too.
Sunal could feel herself get wet at the sight of him. His cream skin had lighter scars from previous battles and his toned form was fit for battle. In the dim light, she lightly traced the scars she could see. She watched him grapple with what he wanted to do internally. It was like his mind was slowly catching up to what his body was reacting to. She watched as his hands twitched ever so slightly wanting to reach out and touch her. So she did it for him. Reaching down she grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her breast softly kneading it. Then she took her hand away and he continued the menstrations on his own. Then she gently grasped his member and watched as he inhaled sharply at the touch. It was bigger than she remembered it being.
Slowly she began to stroke and massage it while her other hand grasped his hair and gently pulled his head down, "If you don't breathe you'll pass out." she whispered. Slowly he let out a ragged breath then in and out again before his eyes meet hers again. There was little indecision left in them. He took his other hand and grabbed her by the neck and brought her face to his kissing her again. After he broke away from her again ruggedly breathing as she continued her menstrations.
Sunal brought her hand up to his that was around her throat and pulled it off with relative ease. "I won't be able to give you a proper apology if you hold me like this." then she took one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it bobbing her head up and down. She looked up and saw that his eyes instead of the bright mythril color they had been had darkened to a cold steel in his desire. "I think your highness likes my idea of an apology." Sunal said seductively
Kissing and sucking down the side of his neck down his chest, he had to relinquish her breast once she began making her way down to her knees. Quickly she discarded the thin piece of cloth that was separating her from his cock. After releasing it into the air the sight of his precum sliding down it's shaft made her even more wet. She took her tongue and beginning at the base took one long lick from base to tip before closing her mouth around his tip and sucking on the precum while swirling her tongue around it.
The sensation hit Thranduil so hard that he had to bend over and put one arm on the table and the other on her head to stabilize himself. He grabbed hold of a portion of her long locks going along with the pace she was setting. She started slowly then began to quicken up the pace before slowing down again. She was bringing him to the edge and then letting it fall, it was maddening. Thranduil's mussels were aching from tensing and releasing over and over. A sheen of sweet was glistening off of his skin as it went on. Finally, he said, "Enough." and she pulled off of him looking up in brief confusion until he bent down and picked her up, putting her on the table with him firmly in between her legs.
There was not a moment's hesitation as he ripped off the ties on either side of her underwear and sheathed himself inside of her. An audible gasp came from Sunal at the fullness she felt with him inside of her and her insides quivered against his cock. A shiver went down both of their spines and Thranduil rested his forehead in the crook of Sunal's neck, Sunal in turn wrapped her legs around Thranduil as they relished the moment of being completely engulfed in one another. After he got some of his senses back he slowly began to slide in and out of her. It did not take long for the pace to quicken and for both of them to start quietly groaning in pleasure. Arching her back into him and meeting his pace Sunal was getting closer and closer to the edge. Until finally when Thranduil's pace became erratic and fast she began to fall over the edge. She put one of her hands over her mouth as she let out a mixture of a moan and a scream muffling the noise.
But the sound was loud enough to push Thranduil to the edge as well, his hands gripped Sunal tighter as he moved faster and came to a release himself holding his breath as the sensation of cuming into her washed through him.
For a moment they were frozen in place, the only sound in the room being their heavy breathing. Sunal was the first to move. She un wrapped her legs from his waist and placed her hands on Thranduil's chest guiding him back a few steps, which resulted in him pulling out of her. Immediately he missed the warmth of her against him.
Sunal on the other hand got up off of the table and moved around it running a mindless hand through her hair and picked up her dress. "Well I was expecting some sort of confrontation but this," she let out a light laugh, "was not what I expected." Sunal, feeling his gaze on her, looked back to Thranduil; she watched his face as his eyes roamed over her body. That stare that she had always interpreted as cold and calculating now upon closer inspection was dark with a deep hunger. She took in a moment for herself to appreciate the view of King Thranduil in the state that he was in. There was a light sheen of sweat on him that added to the glow that seemed to emanate from him in the dim room. Every mussel on him seemed so defined, she salivated at the knowledge that he was in peak physical condition for fighting, and as she found out this evening, fucking. "It's no wonder you are Ilúvatar's favorites." Without really realizing she was saying it out loud.
Thranduil's mind was in a fog. He watched, only half hearing what Sunal was saying as his eyes absorbed the image of soft curves of her hips and warm glistening bare skin covered by red fabric that hung loosely over her form. What had he done? Well, he knew very well what he had done, started something that he did not know if he could stop. And all of it with a lowly human.
He moved automatically when she handed him his robes. One at a time he pulled them on. Sunal straightened them out as best as she could and by the end he looked presentable. He had a slight haze about him, but he was still a King and majesty rolled off of his form in a way that Sunal had never seen. So much so that she still couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago he was pounding into her with the need of a desperate man.
"We ought to get back before someone realizes we are both missing." Sunal said moving her hair to one side standing in front of Thranduil, after a moment she turned her head to the side, "You undid the clasps earlier, I think you can figure out how to re-clasp them." Thranduil took a step forward and placed his hand on the bare skin of her back. He took some pleasure in the fact that there was a sheen of sweat on her, and his cool hand sent shivers through her. The hairs on her arms raised and goosebumps formed across her skin. Thranduil smirked at the physical response. "Are you going to re-clasp them or am I going to have to find a way to get back to my room without anyone seeing me?"
Obediently Thranduil began to re-clasp her dress. There were not many clasps, but Thranduil took his time with each one as the silence in the room built. Unable to take her curiosity anymore, Sunal asked the question that was on both of their minds, "So is this going to be a regular occurrence, or was this more of a payback scenario…?"
"Which do you wish for it to be?" Thranduil asked in a deep breathy tone, finishing the last clasp.
Sunal turned and pushed her hair back to her back. She looked up into his gray eyes trying to gleeme an answer from them somehow. Though they were hard to read they did not have the coldness that Sunal usually perceived them to have. Was it possible that he wanted her to say that this would become a regular part of their relationship? She thought he did not trust her, that he thought her mere presence was a menace to him and the other elves of Mirkwood. But had he been thinking like this the whole time and she just missed the signals? No, there was something different now versus their first meeting; it must have been when she attacked him. That had to have been it. She couldn't imagine that there had been any other catalyst for this change in view of her. But how was she supposed to turn down the offer of a king? A very attractive one at that.
"I would not deny the fact that I am attracted to you. Nor would I object to the occasional rendezvous, in private of course." Sunal said, running her fingers through her hair.
The king closed the gap between them, reaching towards her face he rested the palm of his large hand on her cheek. Sunal leaned into it slightly waiting for a response. "You are not to tell a single soul of this. It must be kept secret." Thranduil whispered
"Of course." Sunal responded seriously
Reaching his head down to gently place a brief kiss on her lips."Then so shall it be." Thranduil whispered against her lips. He then promptly backed away from Sunal and unlocked and exited the door. Sunal stood there for a moment to gather her bearings. She had been kissed a number of times over the years, but most were drunken or in the heat of passion. There was something so intoxicating about the innocence behind the kiss that King Thranduil had just placed on her. It was like the innocence of a promise between two young children. She brushed her fingers over her lips and a small smile formed.
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