[ Why would he not enjoy seeing Thranduil with it down? It was him as he was. The trust needed to drop a spell like that when the Elvenprince had hardly (if ever?) seen him that way made his heart warm. Besides, it mattered little. Thranduil was still impossibly handsome either way. And his.
Thorin gives a short chuckle at the order.
The pool is deeper than he had thought. He is to his waist just by standing on seats rather than bottom. An attempt to sit proves to be too deep to be comfortable. He'd feel like he was on the verge of drowning.
On his knees it is. Not that he'll be sitting still for long.
Thorin is barely still before reaching to touch the scarred cheek of his lover. ]
Satisfied?
[ He's in and he can't sit. Very lucky that his body is slave to his heart - which belongs to Thranduil.
Thorin had not paused to undo his braids. This thought makes him look for ones on his king. ]
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Thorin gives a short chuckle at the order.
The pool is deeper than he had thought. He is to his waist just by standing on seats rather than bottom. An attempt to sit proves to be too deep to be comfortable. He'd feel like he was on the verge of drowning.
On his knees it is. Not that he'll be sitting still for long.
Thorin is barely still before reaching to touch the scarred cheek of his lover. ]
Satisfied?
[ He's in and he can't sit. Very lucky that his body is slave to his heart - which belongs to Thranduil.
Thorin had not paused to undo his braids. This thought makes him look for ones on his king. ]