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: All is well that ends well. Or is it a new start?
CHAPTER 8
Thranduil woke up in the early hours of the morning. It was still dark outside, and for a moment, he was confused by the noise that had disturbed his dreams. He yawned and looked up, wincing when he shifted. He was sore – but it was a good kind of sore. Rather pleasant, actually, a reminder of a night he would not forget anytime soon.
The noise came from Nonfindel, who sat upright on the left side of the bed eating a pastry.
"Was breaking one of my rules not enough, Lórindol?" Thranduil groaned and rolled around to rest his head on Nonfindel's thigh.
"It was a fair game, Thranduil. Heads: I win, tails: you lose.”
"Your concept of fairness is peculiar, to say the least,” Thranduil replied.
Nonfindel had finished his pastry, and was now looking for a napkin to wipe his sticky fingers. Thranduil took his hand and gently sucked each finger in turn, licking them clean. While doing so, he kept looking straight into Nonfindel's eyes, and his lover moaned.
"Thranduil, you make me want to do things that I could not manage right now. I had no idea that you could be this cruel.”
"Says the one who litters my bed with crumbs.”
Thranduil chuckled, nuzzled Nonfindel's limp penis, then kissed the palm of his hand. He liked his lover's hands. They were strong and long-fingered, perfect to hold and caress him. Thranduil pressed the hand close to his chest and snuggled up to Nonfindel, resting his cheek on his belly. He had every intention of enjoying these last few precious hours to the full extent.
"May I suggest a compromise, Thranduil?” Nonfindel asked. The king nodded, absent-mindedly caressing his lover's side.
"If you stop calling me 'Lórindol', I will not eat any food in your bed again, unless it comes in liquid form and I can lick it off you. What do you think of this proposal?”
Thranduil froze. He felt Nonfindel's hands in his hair, gently stroking, the long fingers running through the tousled strands.
"What time frame are we talking about here?" he asked, closing his eyes and giving in to the loving touches. "Days? Weeks?”
Nonfindel was now caressing the back of Thranduil's ear, a spot he had found to be very responsive last night.
"Actually, what I had in mind was a long-term commitment,” he answered, "a millennium, maybe? Or two? We could re-negotiate our terms in the fifth age, if you like.”
Thranduil smiled, leaning into the caress.
"Agreed. And as I feel particularly generous today, you may sleep on the left side of the bed in future.”
"Thank you, Thranduil,” Nonfindel answered, bending down to kiss him," I love you, too.”
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THE END