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Chapter 32

Evie POV

"Honey, you need to hold still. Just a few minutes more."

A long blonde haired elfling was shifting his feet with impatience as a dark haired elleth held up a measuring tape from his underarm to his hip. Evie was seated on a velvet armchair nearby, supervising the goings on with growing frustration.

"Why do I even need new garments, I have enough!"

"Because you've grown at least 2 inches since we came back from Imaldris. Now hold still for Liniel."

A huff was the only response she got from the little elf Prince, who had indeed stilled with his arms crossed, clearly unhappy to be inside rather than out at the training grounds. The red head made small talk with the seamstress easily, while she finished up taking measurements.

"Am I done?"

She laughed at the eager tone in the elflings voice and bent to leave a kiss on his head.

"Yes. Off you go."

A cry of joy was heard as the little being took off without a backwards glance, the door slamming shut with a bang.

"I'm so sorry Liniel."

"There's no harm done, My Queen. Now come and look at these samples I've brought. Which would you prefer?"

Evie moved to where the elleth had her basket on the loveseat and reached a hand in to feel the fabrics within. She revelled at the elves ability to create such material that was soft to touch and durable to last in various weathers.

"This deep green for the tunic and the dark brown for the leggings. We want him to look like a little Greenwood warrior."

"A wonderful choice. He will be very surprised."

"Yes. His Adar has commissioned a bow for him for his begetting day and I thought that a new tunic would complement perfectly."

"You have a great eye for detail. Is there going to be a celebration?"

"Indeed, we are planning an archery tournament followed by a feast for everyone. Legolas had no idea!"

"I will make sure not to say a word. Now, when do you need this?"

"there is no need to rush, we have a month still, but let's hope he doesn't grow too much between now and then!"

They both laughed at this but were interrupted when the door opened and Laurel walked in, offering a small curtsey before addressing Evie.

"The King is looking for you, My Queen."

"Thank you Laurel, he's in his study I presume?"

"Yes. Shall I arrange for luncheon to be served in there?"

"That would be great, thank you. And thank you Liniel, I can't wait to see the finished product!"

And with that, the red head walked to the now open door and slipped out, walking with purpose down the grand hallway. Today she was dressed in a white linen shirt paired with dark navy culottes, complete with a belt to bring in the waist, that stopped at her mid-calf. Her long curls were braided back off her face and down her back and her feet made almost no sound as she stepped softly in the black slippers. She hummed as she walked, feeling pleased to back home again, and ignored the curious looks she received from passing courtiers.

She knew why they looked. Liniel had almost had a heart attack when she explained what she was looking for. The pants were not that out there, she thought, but the long dresses and leggings were too much for the warmer weather that was coming. She did start to feel slightly nervous the closer she got to her destination; the elf she was to see had not yet seen her new apparel.

Still she held her head high, smiling at those she passed and carried on. It didn't take long for her to reach a pair of familiar wooden doors and flashed a grateful smile to the guard on the right who moved to open the door for her.

Thranduil POV

He let out a deep breath in an attempted to control his temper, letting the parchment from the scouting party leader slip from his fingers and fall to the top of the pile on his desk. He was not pleased to hear that the ilk was spreading in his beloved forest and that they couldn't work out why is was happening. The infected plants and trees were dying, without any real indication of the cause. He sat back in his velvet chair and scowled at the letters from Mithrandir and Elrond, who had no additional information that would be of use either.

The Elven king's bright blue eyes moved across the vast desk and landed on the photograph on the left. He had requested to keep it when his son had brought his book of memories from the other world to share with him. The picture held two figures, his son and his new wife, both dressed in strange shorts and top with short sleeves, smiling as they hugged each other on the grass. This always helped him feel better, for love and pride filled his heart when he thought of them. A soft smile appeared on his face.

He did not immediately look up when the door opened, for the lavender scent invading the room told him who it was that had entered. Warmth laced his voice when he greeted the newcomer.

"How did the fitting go, my love?"

"painful, but thankfully complete." He heard her soft footsteps as she made her way further into the room.

"They should be ready in a week or so." He did look up then, but the smile on his face fell.

"What is that?"

"What do you mean?"

He raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his wife and rose from behind the desk and circled her slowly.

"Don't play coy with me. What are they?"

He came to stop in front of her and waved a hand at the new pants in illustration.

"They are pants."

"Yes, I see that, but where did you get them?"

"Liniel made them for me."

"What possessed her to do such a thing?"

"I asked her to. Trust me, she was just as shocked as you, but look how comfortable they are and the pockets!"

"The shape of your body is on display for everyone to see!"

"Where I'm from, it's very modest."

He moved his hand forward to grip her waist.

"Well you aren't there anymore. I'm not sure how I feel about this."

He allowed her to step forward, place her hands on his broad shoulders and reach up to kiss his cheek.

"You don't need to worry. It'll catch on soon enough."

"hmmppff. Maybe it shouldn't."

"Don't you think it looks good on me?"

He had to agree that the garment was made well, but the shape of it was still questionable. He moved his hand down to grip her ass.

"How good you look is something only for my eyes, but this might just have its advantages…"

The elf smirked as one of his hand moved to the front of the garment and pulled on the linen belt tied in a bow. He was pleased with his handiwork when the whole thing loosened from her body and fell to the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

His arms circled her body and brought her firmly into his chest, so he could lower his head and kiss her succulent lips with enough passion to render her speechless. Heaven is what kissing her was like and his fill of her was never sated. He let his hands road up and down her back, pausing only to venture under the material of her shirt.

He broke off from their kiss to pepper soft kisses down her jaw and neck, growling in approval when she moaned in response to his ministrations. He moved his hands down to grip her thighs and easily lifted her body so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Together they walked around the desk and he laid her down on the scattered papers gently. Still bent over her body, he moved his head to whisper in her ear as his right hand moved down down to gently rub her lace covered core.

"Shall we find out If you're ready for me?"

Instead of words, he loved the breathless sounds that she made. Giving her one last kiss, he straightened before removing her nickers. He sat down on the edge of his chair, parted her thighs wider and brought her closer to the edge of the desk.

He caressed her thighs with soft teasing touches and then drew a finger down the length of her sex and then again. He moved his face closer to press kisses to the creamy skin of her knee and slowly moved up and up, which his finger kept busy eliciting sweet noises from his beloved. Parting her folds, he could already see the moisture building with her desire and his cock hardened in anticipation of what was to come.

He gripped her thighs, moved forward and licked where his long fingers had been previously. And again, and again relentlessly, delighting in her cries of 'Oh God' and 'Please' that fell from her lips, until she let go and called his name as she came for him.

He took a moment to remove his pants as she slowly sat up, a look of bliss on her face. Thranduil helped the red headed woman move from the edge of the desk to straddle him, groaning in pleasure when she sank down on his hard cock bit by bit.

He was about to move in her, when he felt her hands rest on his shoulders as she moved her hips in a circular motion.

"It's my turn to tease you."

He pulled her forward for a heated kiss as she moved up and down slowly. Torturous really were her actions, he thought. But he loved every second of it. And so, the elf that usually had firm control over everything, let his young wife set the pace, his hands and lips moving anywhere he could reach.

It didn't take long for his release to rocket through him, his hand firm gripping her ass as he did so, calling her name in the process. He opened his eyes when she placed a soft kiss on his brow.

I love you

He cupped her face gently between his hands and kissed her softly once, enjoying the love radiating from their bond and the soft glow that lit up her skin.

I'm glad to see that I still make you happy, my love.

The sound of her laughter was music to his ears.

"I believe you were looking for me. As wonderful as that romp was, I'm sure there was something else you wanted to show me?"

He chuckled at that.

"Yes, we may have gotten distracted slightly. No matter. Dress and I shall show you."

He had pulled his pants back up and was amused by her crawling on hand and knees under the desk looking for her discarded nickers, when he froze at the knock on the door before it opened. He sat down quickly and indicated to the woman to keep silent where she was.

He schooled his face to a neutral mask and looked up to see his advisor Galion stalking in, his grey eyes flicking over the dark blue fabric on the floor, before bowing to his King.

"Good Afternoon My King."

"Greetings Galion."

"Most of the preparations for the Prince's begetting feast are underway, the guestlist has been finalised and the food order is with the chef. Here is the list of competitors I recommend for the archery competition."

He ignored the mess of his desk after the rendezvous and reach a handout to accept the parchment. He eyed it for a moment, before nodding calmly.

"I shall review it."

He noticed the curiosity in the grey eyes as they roamed the room, the messy desk and back to the pile on the floor.

"What is it Galion?"

He raised a brow at the look on the dark-haired elf's face.

"I have not seen the Queen today, she is well?"

"Very well taken care of I assure you."

He raised his foot under the desk to nudge the silently giggling creature housed there in warning to keep quiet.

"Of course. I heard…"

But his next question was cut short when the door opened again, and Laurel entered with a tray of lunch items. He saw her stop momentarily when she saw the material on the ground but hid her thoughts well and did not comment. She curtsied quickly.

"Lunch for you My King."

He would have to reward her loyalty, he thought, for they both knew who the blue pants belonged to.

"Thank you Laurel, that will be all."

"Very good. Good afternoon Lord Galion."

"Good afternoon Laurel."

"Galion, how fares the palace staff…"

He tried to bring the advisor's attention back to him, as he saw his wife's personal maid discreetly pick up the fabric and retreated from the room quickly, the door clicking shut softly.

He wrapped up the conversation with Galion as quickly as he possibly could after that and held his breath until the door was shut firmly behind him also. He let that breath out as he heard the unrestricted laughter from near his feet.

He moved to help the red headed woman out from under the desk and kissed her.

"Well that's the funniest thing I've ever seen. If he had come in only minutes before…"

"hush. All is well."

"honestly I don't know how you stand Galion."

"Believe it or not, my love, but he is very good at his job and I under normal circumstances I enjoy his company, as long as he is not pursuing you."

He smirked at her snort of disbelief but took her hand and led her toward the table of food.

"come, let's eat and then I shall show you Legolas' new bow."

He stopped when he felt her hand jerk him back and turned to look at her with his bright blue eyes, surprised to find her face displaying her distress openly.

"What is it, my love?"

"Thranduil, what have you done with my pants?"