A Stormy Greeting

Notes: This is the 2004 Christmas triple drabble for Uli.

Translation of Elvish: Geledhil - a group of Lórien elves, though not all of them. Galadhel - one of the Galadhrim. Meleth - love.


Thranduil was practically bouncing when he beheld the silver head of his lover amongst the small company of Geledhil. Of course, he only did this inwardly. No one, safe perhaps his son Legolas, who stood by his side, would have noticed any change in the King's demeanour.

Stoically, he remained at the top of the grand staircase in his vast cavern-palace. He even seemed slightly bored to some of his courtiers.

Rúmil also saw and, forgetting all he had been taught about formality, ran up the stairs and pulled his rather startled lover into his arms. "Missed you, Thrandy." Those words were whispered, but still had been loud enough for Legolas to hear. Try as he might, the Prince could not suppress the chuckle that had formed in his throat.

In the meantime, Thranduil had to fight something as well. Rúmil had proceeded to attaching his lips to the King's while his hands were busy exploring his lover's body. As soon as those wicked fingers came into contact with his hardening member, Thranduil had to quench the desire to take the Galadhel right then and there.

Rúmil had realised his beloved's distress, and now grabbed his hand and dragged him away. The second the door of the King's chambers closed behind them, Rúmil pushed Thranduil to the bed.

The King managed to mock-glare at his eager mate, which Rúmil simply shrugged off. "At least we made it to your rooms this time, meleth..."


FIN.