𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎͟ ͟𝗐͟𝗂͟𝗅͟𝗅͟ ͟𝖿͟𝗈͟𝗋͟𝗀͟𝗂͟𝗏͟𝖾͟ ͟𝗆͟𝖾͟ ͟𝗂͟𝖿͟ ͟𝗂͟ ͟𝗳͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗶͟𝘀͟𝗵͟ ͟𝗂͟𝗍͟.͟

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

⠀ ⠀* 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚!

films based. made for the hobbit and lotr verse. crossovers welcome. in need of storylines and banter. ms with 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 chemistry. mature themes possible. more information below. retweet? credit: russ.editor.

￬ lure is mirkwood’s ruler.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

the fact that mairon is being gentler than he first perceived, is enough to have thranduil melt into the kiss further more﹔guard still up, but nowhere near as it was.

he had almost forgotten what such a simple action felt like. how breathtaking.

[LORD OF MORDOR. @abhorredmaia]

no, no, no. he should absolutely be indulging— it seems a sin to let such lovely soft lips go unkissed for so long. he’s careful to keep the kiss relatively gentle as not to scare him off.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

the whimper is music to his ears, other hand coming to loosely wrap round meludir’s waist﹔keeping him close as their kiss continues on. the other elf’s lips are so soft against his own.

he was free to spend as much time with thranduil like this as his heart desired.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

his free hand immediately cradles against the nape of meludir’s neck the second their lips collide﹔being just as soft - letting himself indulge, letting himself melt into it.

it was breathtaking, in earnest.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

at the nod, thranduil leans in until their lips are barely touching, voicing in a whispered tone of amusement,

❛do you want to kiss me, meludir?❜ because if not, he won’t. better to be a gentleman - whilst also being flirtatious.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

the elvenking hasn’t done something like this in quite a time, which is what he’ll blame his reactions on﹔hands slowly and hesitantly reaching forward to grasp into the fabric on mairon’s chest. he’s somewhat relaxing into all of this, but feels like he shouldn’t be indulging.

[LORD OF MORDOR. @abhorredmaia]

it’s a long moment where mairon just holds him close, before relaxing somewhat into the kiss. the elvenking has remarkably soft lips... he hadn’t expected that. he’s intoxicating.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

there’s a second or two before thranduil actually starts properly kissing back﹔doing this with someone like 𝘩𝘪𝘮, shouldn’t feel so tantalizing. it’s a grievance.

even still, it takes more composure than he’d like to admit not to hitch his breath, blush still apparent.

[LORD OF MORDOR. @abhorredmaia]

“so eager,” he teases, grip tightening on his jaw for just a moment.

that blush only feeds mairon’s confidence, and he leans down to meld their lips for a long moment.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

thranduil could keep him warm﹔pulling meludir up against his chest the second their hands intertwine, now flush. it’s cute, how red and nervous the elf is.

❛do you know what the mistletoe implies?❜ a beguiling tone, asking rather than intruding with a kiss.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

it’s annoying and embarrassing, but thranduil can’t help the faint tint that flushes onto his cheeks, as his head is tilted up﹔seeing where mairon’s gaze faltered.

❛just get it over with,❜ a near scoff, followed by a small roll of his eyes.

[LORD OF MORDOR. @abhorredmaia]

his smirk only widens. “𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 right into my grasp,” he purrs, stepping closer. a hand raises to tilt thranduil’s head up, amber eyes flickering to his lips.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

❛not at all— in fact, i seem to be glad to be found here.❜ underneath the mistletoe with meludir, daring to outstretch one of his hands for the elf to take.

the rules are to kiss one another﹔and thranduil certainly has no qualms against that, simper prominent.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

being caught beneath mistletoe with meludir﹔it’d be a lie to voice that he doesn’t like it.

❛no need to bow,❜ though he finds it endearing, tone suave and gentle, a simper on his lips﹔hand dropping to tuck some of meludir’s hair behind his cute, blushing ear.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

❛i was not lingering—❜ he would like to believe that this is a predicament he loathes entirely, but. ❛i merely happened to 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 beneath it,❜ crossing his arms over his chest, unamused at mairon’s simper.

[LORD OF MORDOR. @abhorredmaia]

@SINDARWRATH ——

He’s raising a brow. “An elvenking, lingering under a dark lord’s mistletoe?” A smirk curls his lips. “How unusual.”

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

— 𓃭.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

simply, that i could be suggestive,

and that you would like it, 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

he’s missed him desperately.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

┊if i’ve missed any replies, let me know. xoxo

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

hello, handsome.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

he’s freezing, tugging on the lapels of his robes.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

the elven king smiles to himself, moving bard so that he rested against and atop him. he’s warm.

the man can drink as much as he likes, so long as he doesn’t actually harm himself.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

someone always seems to be drinking too much. — cue thranduil climbing onto his bed beneath the sheets, at bard’s side, pulling him in close.

[𝑻̲𝑯𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑰𝑳. @SINDARWRATH]

if i was being suggestive, you would know it—