One morning Gwen woke up by knocks on the door. Opening her eyes, blinking, she saw Thranduil standing at the door, wearing a powdering gown while he was talking to a guard. She couldn't hear what they were speaking about but after the guard left, Thranduil closed the door angrily and he moved his hands into fists, shaking his head.
Once he turned around and saw her sitting in the bed, with the silk covers pulled up to her armpits his face softens. A slight smile appeared on his lips. All the tension and concern that was in his body when he talked to that guard disappeared.
The elf walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Good morning, my lady." Thranduil leans down and softly kisses her naked shoulder several times. "What were you talking about with that guard?" Gwendolyn asked with a shudder as he reached her neck with his kisses. "Nothing interesting that requires my attention." He mumbled against her skin. His cold fingertips were moving up and down on her bare back ever so slowly, making her quiver. "You have my full attention now."
He tipped her chin with his finger so she would lift and turn her head to him, and then Thranduil caught her lips in a slow but deep kiss. Moving his hand to her thigh, he grabs it and pulls her onto his lap. Only the silk sheets were covering her body. Not even breaking the kiss within these motions.
Gwen adjusted herself on his lap, so she was straddling him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as soft and tender. Thranduil pulled the sheets further up on her thighs and Gwen was sliding closer to him, soonly she felt his manhood poking against her slit. Then Thranduil moved one hand into her hair, pulling her head roughly back he attacked her neck with kisses as his hips thrusted up into her.
A loud, rusty moan escaped her lips and Gwen dug her fingers into the Kings shoulders. They both didn't last long this time, still sore from the night before, so Thranduil sent her over the edge with one last hard thrust and then slowly rubbed the small of her neck as Gwen was recovering.
Gwen placed her hands onto his shoulders and lifted her head, looking at him. "It didn't look like it wasn't interesting." The elf glanced at her, his cold-blue eyes piercing hers. "You ask too many questions, my love. And it sure is nothing that is for your interest."
"My king, forgive me for my curiosity." Gwen leaned her head down, but Thranduil gently slid away from underneath her and stood up from the bed. His patience was always thin but he couldn't just let her do that with him. He was still a king and nobody ever asks him so many questions without his permission. "My lady, your maid, Eilidiel will show you around in the gardens today with its beautiful flowers. Enjoy your day. I expect you to dinner again." He bowed his head a little and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Suddenly Gwen felt cold and alone. But most of all, she felt dirty. She made him angry and when he talked to her like she was one unwelcomed guest she felt a sting in her heart. She knew she shouldn't feel that way; she was just a prize to him. A prize that he gained by making a deal.
She already missed the dwarves terribly, even Thorin. She even missed that one dwarf who brought her into that situation. She was still disappointed but on the other hand, she somehow understood why he did that. Suddenly she became homesick and felt a knot in her stomach. She had to accept her fate now and try not to displease the Elvenking anymore. Somehow she could manage that situation, maybe she could run away one night. She could try it. What could possibly happen? They could catch her, yes. Some orcs could kill her. Or she could starve or run out of water. Who knows?
Shaking her head, Gwen stood up from the bed. All these thoughts made her head pound. She grabbed one of the dresses she received from her maid and got dressed. Sitting in front of the mirror, she looked at her new self. Straight hair and shiny, silver dresses. With a heavy sigh the blonde walked over to the balcony and let her eyes roam around the beautiful landscape of Mirkwood.
