[It is hard to forget the vast difference in height between the two of them, but somehow, Thranduil manages to forget it fairly often regardless. It comes crashing back to him when he sees how deep Thorin sinks into the pool even without sitting, and before he knows what he's doing, he's looking about for something to prop up his lover, to keep him from drowning.
The hand to his cheek distracts him, however, and he shivers despite the warmth of the water permeating his bones.]
Yes.
[His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he finds himself reaching for the dwarf, sliding his fingers along those powerful forearms, disturbing the dark hair that dusts almost his entire body.]
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The hand to his cheek distracts him, however, and he shivers despite the warmth of the water permeating his bones.]
Yes.
[His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he finds himself reaching for the dwarf, sliding his fingers along those powerful forearms, disturbing the dark hair that dusts almost his entire body.]