PAINTING THE WOODS RED
Overall rating: (very mild) orange (see rating explanation below)
Category: slash (two male Elves in love).
Pairing: Thranduil/Lórindol (called "Nonfindel")
Status: complete
Warnings: none
Beta: Eveiya the Ever Efficient
Summary: Summary: Thranduil has to learn that it is easier to chase spiders out of Mirkwood than a naked Elf out of his garden...
CHAPTER 2
Nonfindel was the picture of relaxation and laziness. Spread out on the ground, he enjoyed the tickle of the soft grass on his naked skin and the warmth of the morning sun.
Mirkwood was a wonderful place to be. Agreed, there were the spiders, but the guards did a good job of keeping them away from the Great Cave, and most Elves were friendly. There was inspiration aplenty to be found here, and Nonfindel was not only thinking of the handsome archers with their intriguing tattoos. And then there was Thranduil...
He chewed on a blade of grass, eyes half closed, and hummed a tune. A butterfly landed on his belly, but Nonfindel did not notice. He shifted, and the flower-chain decorating his hair slipped half off his head. Nonfindel only opened his eyes when a shadow fell on his face, to see if maybe a cloud had covered the sun.
It was not a cloud, though Thranduil's face was definitely showing all the signs of an upcoming storm. Arms akimbo, the king of Mirkwood towered over Nonfindel, who blinked and smiled up at the Woodland Elf.
"Good morning, King Thranduil! Would you like to join me in greeting the day?"
"I am here to tell you to leave my garden immediately, Lórindol!" Thranduil snapped. "Maybe lying around naked is the normal way to spend the day in Imladris, but here in Mirkwood, we do not leave our homes unclothed, and we work!"
"I will take that as a 'no' then." Nonfindel grinned and stretched, but made no other move.
Thranduil, trying his best not to let his eyes wander below Nonfindel's waist, folded his arms over his chest.
"Exactly. Now get up, get out of my garden and make yourself useful. We do not have the resources to feed a lazy Elf without a purpose."
Nonfindel rolled onto his front, gracing Thranduil with an excellent view of his nicely shaped backside.
"Then I do not see where the problem is, my dear king. I do have a purpose: to get an even suntan on my backside as well. I would really recommend that you shed your clothes and join me. Every new day we are gifted with is precious, and we should show some gratitude and enjoy it."
Thranduil swallowed hard. Though he tried to concentrate on the ridiculous flower chain on Nonfindel's head, he could not help but stare at his rear. And the long legs. The way the golden hair spread over the broad shoulders. And the... by the Forest Spirits! Thranduil pinched the bridge of his nose. It was high time to show this obnoxious Elf who had the say-so here in Mirkwood!
"I order you forthwith to get up, get dressed and get out of my sight!" he shouted. His voice had the tone and volume he used in battle, and not even Nonfindel dared to ignore such an order. Sighing, the blond Elf got up, slipped into his robes, then bent down to pick up the flower chain which had fallen off his head.
"Your wish is, as usual, my command, dear king." Nonfindel hinted a bow. "You do not know what you are missing," he purred, pressing the flower chain onto Thranduil's head and batting his lashes. Thranduil turned brick red with anger, but before he could lash out at the wicked Elf, Nonfindel had already turned and left. The guards craned their necks to get a good view of Glorfindel's half-naked brother, and one of them even gave a wolf whistle.
"Quiet!" Thranduil yelled. "Next one to comment on this will go and count Galadhrim in Lothlórien for the next decade!"
This, of course, did not scare any of his guards, but they were too busy suppressing giggles at the sight of the garland on Thranduil's head to express their admiration for Nonfindel's shapely backside any further.
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TBC