I Am My Own (Reader x Thranduil)

Chapter 22

I have been informed by a reader that Tolkien's elves do in fact sleep but just not as often as others. I will be revising the previous chapters to accommodate this information. Thank you to the reader who informed me, you know who you are.

⚠️Warning:Sexual Content Ahead⚠️

Most of the walk back to the palace was done in silence. Still hand in hand, we made our way out of the dense garden with the sounds of distant cheer filling the night air.

"I heard of what happened to your original dress. Was Valori-"

"Please don't," I interjected, "We can discuss the incident in the morning but for tonight, I wish it to untroubled."

Thranduil pulled me closer and lowered his voice with, "Very well."

The same guards still stood tall on constant alert in front of the palace. We passed them by when they held open the doors to let us in.

We glided through the empty arching halls, only passing a servant here and there who would slow to a halt and give a quick graceful bow before heading on their way.

I allowed Thranduil to lead since I hadn't a clue where his chambers might be. The longer we walked in silence the more nervous I became. I twisted the now golden ring that lay upon my finger and immediately noticed the difference between this one and the silver betrothal ring.

At last we stopped next to where a single guard stood watch in front of a wooden door with intricate carvings laid into it.

"You are released from duty," Thranduil said to the guard who in return gave a low bow and quickly marched away.

"No one other than us is allowed in this wing of the palace until the morning sun rises as decreed by my father," he said to me as I watched the blonde guard disappear around a corner.

He opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

"Please, after you."

I steadied myself before entering his room and was greeted by a dimly lit, large space that was neatly arranged. Furnishings such as chairs and small tables were on each side of the room and some congregated near the fire place in the far corner. He had two sets of armor on display next to a desk that was filled with papers, books and a few trinkets. On the wall an occasional sword or other blade of well craftsmanship hung.

I walked over to the desk and scanned over what he had been working on. On the very top sat an open letter that read,

"I fear darkness may be close upon us. Sauron's forces show little weakness and they grow stronger with each passing day. May Eru guide us through this weary time.

-Amdír of Lorien."

I delicately picked it up so as to get a better look at it. Perhaps I had read it wrong but just as I feared, the name Sauron stood out on the paper with growing intensity. I heard the door shut behind me and I turned to Thranduil slowly with the letter in my hand.

"Thranduil, what is this? Is Sauron planning an attack?"

Saying that name tasted of poison on my tongue and revolted me.

Thranduil took the edge of the letter and pulled it from my hands to lay it down gently on his desk where it previously resided.

"Let's leave matters such as this for another time. You have asked for tonight to be untroubled, remember," he gently pushed a stray hair from my eyes and rested his hand on the back of my neck, "And I'll see to it that it is."

As if commanded by an unnatural force, my body leaned into him and we connected with a kiss. His other arm wrapped around my back, pulling me as close to him as I could get and causing any previous thoughts to leave my mind.

It was foreign yet natural to be this intimate with him. My heart ached with a longing I couldn't explain and I pulled back from him slightly so that our lips just brushed against each other.

"I'm going to need your help," I whispered and looked up into his striking blue eyes.

I forced myself to leave his arms and turn around so that I faced the window and Thranduil faced my back. I pulled my hair over my shoulder so the ribbons that held my dress together could be revealed.

A few second passed before I felt the weight of his fingers begin to work on them and I wondered if he had to convince himself that it was okay to untie them.

The dress loosened slowly, little by little, as he made his way down through the knots. It slipped from my shoulders and fell to the ground as the last ribbon was untied. The cool air hit me and caused me to shiver in the white slip I had on under the dress.

I was frozen, confused on what should happen next until I felt his hands on each of my arms and his lips touching my right shoulder. I allowed him to linger there for a moment longer before I faced him again.

Then I began to work on his silver attire, slowly unbuttoning it while he watched me with intense focus. He was then left with his undergarments as I pushed the robe from his shoulders and watched it swish to the floor. His white shirt was transparent and I could see his bare chest through it and felt my cheeks redden at the sight.

He took my hands in his and wrapped them around the hem of the shirt which I then pulled up to help him remove it. He again took hold of my hands and lead me to the bed that I had done my best to avoid looking at when I first entered the room.

As he began to lay down I was pulled on top of him, straddling his waist and his hands making their way down my hips.

"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)."

He leaned up so that he could reach under the slip to remove it from my body. Once it was gone he looked flustered as if he couldn't believe he actually did that and was afraid that I might slap him for it.

I thought I would be embarrassed of being completely naked in front of him, but to my surprise I wasn't. I leaned down to give him another kiss and felt our bare skin touch and share it's warmth, sending a jolt of excitement through my body.

When I released I said, "It's okay."

As if those two words were all he needed, he quickly flipped me over to where I was on bottom, looking up at him. 

I moved my hand to the hem of his pants and tugged lightly on them. He helped by removing them completely. His legs straddled me this time and I had to convince myself not to look down.

His hands were placed at either side of my head and he lowered his body so that he could make a trail of kisses down my neck which in return he received and airy moan from me. My eyes widened at the noise I made and I looked at him when he pulled away. His lips formed a smirk.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

He backed up to move my legs to the outside of his hips and positioned himself before he looked at me, as if asking permission. I nodded.

He entered at an agonizingly slow speed that caused a gasp to release from my mouth. Gradually he picked up speed and we made love on through the night, kissing each other with a newfound passion and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.

Reaching my climax, I let out one final moan of contentment that echoed against the walls. I waited for him to finish. His thrusts became shaky and finally with a deep growl from the bottom of his throat, I felt him fill me before he pulled out, leaving me to feel hollow inside.

He collapsed next to me, both of us gasping for air and staring up at the canopy of the bed.

Once he caught his breath he reached under me and pulled me into him. I layed my arm over his hard chest and drew invisible circles across his muscles, taking in their form and feeling. The need to touch him was beyond my control.

"Please, never leave me," he asked, kissing the top of my head and rubbing my arm slowly.

"Never," I hushed.