Thranduil was done waiting. His prey had regained his memories and now it was time to make good on a promise he had made. The elven king held the human even closer as he trailed his lips softly up the man's neck. With their bodies pressed tightly together the elven king nibbled on the Bowman's ear. Bard could feel the king's sharp fangs softly pressing on his ear. His heart tripled in speed as he let out a small gasp. Thranduil smiled at the sound. It reminded him of the sound a small animal makes when a predator catches it in their claws.

"You may still not remember, but I made you a promise the other night, and now it is time I deliver on my promise. Are you ready my little dragon slayer? I am going to touch you, taste you, and savour every inch of this sun kissed body. I would have you lying naked on my bed, draped in soft lush furs, begging me with those soft eyes. And I would have it now."

Thranduil walked backwards towards the bed pulling the human back by the throat along with him. Bard struggled as best he could. He clawed at the arm holding him, dug his heels into the ground, but still he was dragged forward. Once at the edge of the bed, the elven king tossed the human down onto the soft furs. Bard let out a small yelp as he flew down onto his back, then began inching backwards as the elven king leaned down towards him. Thranduil followed after the Bowman, crawling over the covers on his hands and knees. Bard tried rolling off to the side, but was caught around the ankle in a grip of steel. The elven king yanked, successfully pulling the human down towards him. Quickly he straddled the squirming human's waist and pinned the man's arms down above his head with one hand. Bard kicked his legs about wildly, his heart racing out of terror and panic. Thranduil sat there, holding the man's arms down, and waited. It took longer than he had expected, but the Bowman now lay beneath him completely still. Only his chest moved as he tried to regain his breathing and strength. His face was flush and a fine layer of sweat covered his skin. The elven king, who had remained quiet and still throughout the human's struggles and screams, leaned down and took hold of the man's jaw with his free hand.

"Why fight me dragon slayer? You can not escape me. Give in and accept the pleasure I am offering you."

Bard's whole body pulsed with fear and another emotion he absolutely did not want to place.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

Thranduil gazed into the hunter's eyes then spoke softly.

"In the beginning I had not intended any of this. I had been avoiding it since the first time I saw you standing amongst the ruins of Dale. I have been this creature, the one that craves your passion and your blood, for almost two thousand years. In all that time I have never even once tasted human blood, but then you came along. I told myself that I was stronger than the hunger and for the most part I was. I had a moment of weakness after the battle when your scent was so strong. That's why I ran from you. Then, a week later, you arrived here in my kingdom. Again I resisted the hunger, right up until you cut your finger. Your blood filled the air around me and I was suddenly so very thirsty. I couldn't hold back any longer. I can not say I am sorry for what I have done or what I will do to you. But I can say that I will never harm you nor will I kill you, and I am deeply sorry you are not enjoying this more."

Bard gazed up into the elven king's eyes. He could see no lie in them nor could he say anything in return. The hunter had been expecting an answer more along the lines of 'because I want too' or 'I love to watch you struggle before death'. Thranduil lowered his head and began kissing the bowman's neck. Bard lay there stunned, still not fully comprehending, as Thranduil's lips traveled lower. The hand around his jaw moved and was now playing with the ties on his tunic. Slowly Thranduil undid the ties, then slipped his hand under the rough material. Bard gasped sharply as the elven king's thumb grazed his nipple.

"W-What are you doing?"

Thranduil laughed lightly, still nipping and sucking at the bowman's throat.

"Really now, you can not honestly expect me to believe you to be shy in this area. After all you do have three children do you not? Clearly you've had some practice my little elvëa."

Thranduil trailed his hand lower, tracing every muscle along the way.

"I-I do have children, and I have lain with a woman, b-but those two things hardly apply here!"

Thranduil momentarily halted his kisses, raising his head to meet the Bowman's eyes.

"And why not?"

Bard blushed deeply, casting his eyes downward.

"B-because I do not- Well what I mean is that I have never...partaken in such acts with someone of your, well, stature."

Thranduil smiled down at the Bowman. His face was blazing red and his gaze glued down to the side.

"Now, when you say stature, do you mean to say you have never been intimate with someone of my height?"

Bard shifted under the elven king's grasp. He did not like where this was going.

"While your assumption of height is true, it is not what I was referring to."

"Then, could you have meant my being an elf and not a mortal man?"

"Again it is true I have not been, as you say, intimate with an elf I however was not referring to that aspect."

"Oh, then, perhaps you were referring to my being the same sex as you are?"

Bard blushed deeper shifting uncomfortably under the elven king's gaze.

"Y-yes."

Thranduil chuckled lightly. It really was too much fun teasing the Bowman.

"You do not have to worry my little elvëa. My people are knowledgeable in many things, and while we do pick our partners for beauty we care very little of what gender they are."

Thranduil rolled his hips up against the Bowman's, drawing a soft and startled cry from the man.

"Ah! D-do not do that!"

Thranduil laughed repeating the movement again.

"And why should I not? Your lips may protest but your body cries out to me for more."

Bard bit his lip forcefully. He was so ashamed of the sounds his lustful body was making, but at the same time he did not want the elven king to stop. Every touch, every movement sent shock waves rolling through his body. And with each passing moment, Bard was having a hard time thinking up reasons to not give in.