His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]
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His hand moves a small space to twirl the ends of that golden hair between his fingers. Precious gold his Thranduil is. Every part of him from skin to hair to clothes. Was it any wonder he'd be tempted? ]
I am a lucky dwarf.
[ And the next kiss - four or five? - he will take himself. ]