Thank the weather for this one. It's freezing here so I decided to do some writing to fit the mood. Remember to review, fav and follow!
Note: remember guys, these are NOT in chronological (?) order. They just skip around the relationship. And mind spelling mistakes, I didn't have time to proofread or edit.
Snow sticks subtly to the fine glass of the windows outsixe of his study. He balances his left cheek on the knuckles of his left hand, elbow digging into the oak desk through a thick cotton sleeve. He sighs and lifts his head fully, proceeding to roll the parchment he had been writing on into a tight roll.
He had been writing all day, time for a break.
Locking the study behind him, he made a show of wrapping his long coat around his torso and began the slow, relatively short, walk back to his room. Sleep. Maybe sleep would help. He ran long fingers through his hair and then reached for the handle to his bedroom door.
Pausing at the threshold, he raised an eyebrow to the peculiar sight in his room. Fiel ran small circles in the middle of the large room, a fur-cuffed boot on her right foot and nothing but the same sheer camisole he left her in this morning clinging to her torso. The other boot was upside down and soon darted under the circular bed they shared. Fiel dove for it but only her arms made it under the bed, her forehead connecting sharply with the wooden frame.
She groaned and he chuckled, catching both of their attention. She looked up with a snap of the neck, her cheeks as bright as the mark on her forehead.
"Th-Thranduil," she sputtered, stumbling to her feet.
He chuckled again, despite himself and approached her. "What seems to be the trouble, my dear?"
Fiel began to sputter again before he opened his coat and engulfed her in his body heat. Her words died and her eyes instinctively closed, her own body leaning into his. She took a few deep breaths, inhaling the scent of soil, and then opened her eyes again, meeting those bright eyes she loved.
Wuthout looking back, she pointed to the bed where the boot was sticking out, something chittering inside. "Fox squirrel took my boot."
He didn't even chuckle at this, he just raised an eyebrow. "A fox squirrel?"
She shook her head vigurously and then unwound herself from his body, glaring at the boot. "I don't know how it got in but it did and now everytime I try to get my boot, it runs."
He sighed, a soft smile still lingering on his lips. As he passed her, he actually ruffled her hair, which only made her huff indignantly. He plucked up the boot, feeling it quivering, and reached inside. The squirrel was tiny, too tiny to even be away from its mother, but its ears were large and its tail was two times the size of its body, a little longer than Thranduils forearm. That was even more strange.
"Here is the culprit," he dropped her boot into her hand. "And here is your boot."
She stared at the little creature with parted lips. He raised an eyebrow at her as she dropped the boot and held out her hands. He sighed again and handed the squirrel off to her. She cradled it against her chest, cooing at it as she paced around the room.
"Let us take it outside," he spoke.
She looked up at him for a moment then shook her head, looking back down at the wide-eared thing; it was still shaking but not as badly. "It won't make it," she muttered. "Just a bit longer."
He watched her pace, another smile came across his lips. She turned slightly towards him, smiling as the fox squirrel tried to nurse on her finger. He approached her, wrappings his arms around her, chest flush against her back as she leaned into him, and his fingers danced over the starting swell in her lower abdomen.
She cooed again, this time at her own baby. "I say...this little squirrel will be perfect practice. Tiny, hungry...and always getting into things it shouldn't."
"I do not think our child will crawl into one of your shoes," he chuckled.
"If it has my fashion sense...it totally will."