Gwen couldn't believe what he had said to her. The blondes mind was running wildly and her heart was broken into little pieces. Getting disappointed from the ones you thought were your friends and the ones you love is always hard. Disappointed? No, betrayed, that was the right word. Sighing heavily she pulls the covers over her head and tried to fall asleep with soft sobs.
That wasn't him. What has she done to him? Why is he feeling like that? Nobody ever, since his wife died, made him feel like that. He even has put a shell around his heart when it comes to his son. He knew he should stay in his room, trying to find some rest but he couldn't.
Soonly he found himself standing in front of the door to her chamber. He told the guard to take some rest and then slowly opened the door. Thranduil could hear the silent sobs from under the silk covers of the bed. The sound of her sobs made his heart ache, it was his fault. She shouldn't be crying because of him.
Thranduil walks closer to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. Instantly the sobs stopped and he could feel how Gwen's body tensed up.
"I know how it feels. Trust me. I also once felt that pain." He said with his normal cold voice. A sob escaped Gwen's lips and she sits up, moving the sheets back. "It is still not….right to do such a deal without asking me? I am not Thorin's property nor am I yours. I serve no king. They are…I thought we were friends…" She shakes her head and looks to the side.
The Elvenlord looked at her and nodded. "You are right. But a deal between kings is a deal." Her eyes were filling with tears again and she angrily wiped them away. Gracefully Thranduil moved to her and pulled her close into his embrace.
Gwen was too exhausted and worn out to fight against this. She buries her face into his chest while Thranduil was running his fingers through her hair. "Shhh…my lady…" Gwen pulls away and glares at him. "I am not your lady. I don't belo…" Thranduil cuts her words off with a kiss. Pressing her body down onto the bed, he pinned her hands above her head on the mattress. Mumbling against his lips, Gwen was trying to push him away but Thranduil tightens the grip around her wrists and moved himself onto her body.
Thranduil breaks the kiss and looks down at her. "Don't fight it. I know that you felt the same when I kissed you in the dining hall." His lips leave a trail of kisses from her jawline to her chin and then to her neck. Gwen didn't want to feel that way, but he was right, oh he was so right. Her body never felt such pleasure and desire for someone before.
The king felt that her resistance was broken and he released her wrists from his grip and his hands wandered over the side of her body, fiddling with the strings of her dress. With an angry grunt he impatiently pulled on the dress and Gwen heard how the fabrics tear apart.
With a smooth move his noble robe was tossed onto the floor and Gwen's ripped dress also. His lips still remained on her neck; he gently started to bite into the soft skin, leaving some marks. Gwen has wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out heavy moans.
"These are some delicious noises I am hearing." He chuckles slightly against her skin and then lifts his head to look down at her. Gwen opens her eyes and looks into the depths of his, seeing something different than the arrogant and cold king. Was it affection? Or kindness? She wasn't sure. But this was the first time she saw something like that.
His eyes never looked away and then with one hard thrust Gwen was sent into blissful happiness.
