I’m concerned though that the return of any more of the gems may freeze you over, Thranduil.

Than get yourself a man— a hobbit. Anything but the likes of an elf. You’re mere thinking of the idea puts a stain on the Durin name.

I shall keep my comments to myself. Stay away from the elf.

That is a fear that is deeply rooted in my heart.

Because I assure you it is in your best interests to steer clear of the elves.

If my forefathers look down upon me— there should be no fear in your life of any kind. My affections will continue long after my last breath.

[Squints at @electricsextasy.] /Kili/?

Do as you wish. But do not expect blessings.

You would be a fool, Fili, to chase him.

I was unsure if my absence had caused a difference. I was afraid I’d caused the wine to taste off. My space in the bed to be taken. And those lips to be claimed by another.

Love is weakness.

Hence why I am telling you this in her absence.

That is most reassuring. Now, where is my step stool? I would like to accept that kiss now. Unless you’d rather stoop to my level and give it to me.

Fili, it will be your end.

And I shall tell her you wish to consort with elves.

[Slight huffing as he retrieves his stool, setting it in front of Thranduil before climbing the two steps.] Now kiss me. Before I leave once more.

Burn the doppelgänger.

He’s a witch.

// You’re welcome

[Gently nudges @OFELFISMS, a tray of cheeses, fruit and wine in one of his hands. He hated waking such a beautiful sight but they had prior arrangements for the day.]