I feel bad for taking this long to update. I just...to be honest, I got caught up in leveling my character in Skyrim. I suck. Oh, and I've been trying to mop up my drool from the new previews of Thranduil in the new movie so...ya know...
Prompt: I just...I really, really want to play with Thranduils crown.
She thought she was alone.
He could see why she would make that mistake. The throne room was supposed to have been cleared an hour earlier, she must have snuck in. Did she not realize he always knew where she was?
He watched in amusement as she pranced about his throne, bare feet scuffed with dirt. She giggled, accepting imaginary praise then she swiveled around, chewing her lip as she ogled his crown. It sat in his throne, untouched as it always was after the room was cleared every night.
He raised an eyebrow as she lifted it to her scrutinizing eyes. It balanced gently between her fingertips and she smiled, bowing her head gently as she slid it into place over her hair. It fit, if a bit loose, but her hair caught it, kept it where it ought to be. This prompted another twirl and she reached out, stroking the many soft fabrics that adorned the large chair in front of her.
"Yes you - oh shit!"
The heel of her right foot didn't quite catch and she began to tumble backwards, arms flailing at her sides. Seeing as he had been sneaking (well, not so much sneaking as simply walking slowly) towards the throne, he managed to get to her almost in time. He caught her by the elbow but her legs still got tangled in themselves and she was soon kneeling on the ground.
He managed a small chuckle and she craned her neck to look at him, the freckles on her cheeks bathed over in a dusty crimson. The crown had slid lopsidedly down her forehead and as she stood -with a mumbled 'thank you' - she pushed it those precious inches back up into her hair.
"H-How long -"
"The entire time."
She sputtered a few times but ultimately clamped her jaw shut and reached up for the crown, cradling it once again.
"I just..."
"You know, I won't have you punished for wearing it. Now, if you were a commoner..."
She stuck out her bottom lip and pulled one hand from the crown to gently smack his chest while her other hand pressed the crown back into her hair. "You're horrible," she muttered.
He watched her climb the stairs back up to the throne then watched her plunk down in it, her right leg splayed across the arm rest. She looked mighty cocky up there and he wasn't too surprised by her next words.
"Now kneel, peasant!"
"No."
She pouted. "Do it."
"No."
"Come on, please?!"
"No," he fought the smirk he wanted to give.
"Please?"
"Fine."
"Really," she grinned.
"No."