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──── 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐕𝐈: 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: sorry for the long wait! at last the chapter we've all been waiting for/ dreading hehe. Also I couldn't help an unnecessary smut scene lol

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: modern-ish! Thranduil x Readder

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, smut, mirror sex, teasing, oral (f. receiving) creampie

Moans slipped past your lips through panted breaths, each one of your sounds high-pitched and frantic as you did your utmost to focus on keeping the strength in your legs. Your cheeks were squeezed between Thranduil’s fingers, your pursed lips grazing against his skin as he kept your head up and assured that you were still looking in the bathroom mirror.

He was set on making a mess of you, you were sure of it. He had already sat you on the counter and knelt between your spread legs to use his skillful tongue to bring you to orgasm. Right after this, you had been turned around and bent over enough for him to bottom out inside of you while you were still so sensitive so that he could begin an onslaught of teasing in the form of grinding against your sweet spot until you came around him, oversensitive walls gripping his cock and leaking with your juices.

It was only once your arms were too shaky to keep your upper half up with your palms pressed to the counter that Thranduil held you up to assure you had no choice but to look at yourself as he finally, finally began to drive his hips into you with enough force to make the jewels at your neck and ears swing back and forth. That’s what this was really about for him: getting you to stop being so panicky and fidgety about the combined price of your degree and old flat threefold hanging around your throat. The star-shaped jewels glittered across your flushed skin, letting off their little glow as tears spilled from your eyes. You dared to look away from your own reflection and to Thranduil’s: starlight blue eyes were fixed upon you and the movement of your expensive jewellery and it was bringing him much closer to orgasm than you knew. He delighted in providing everything for you, the roof over your head and all its bills, the deliveries of groceries to your house, your full wardrobe and racks of shoes, little luxuries and then grander ones that daunted you.

He caught your eyes on his in the mirror and you cried out when his hand at your hip wrapped further around your body to your belly, going downwards until his palm was pushing against your abdomen and his fingers pointed down to rub at your clit. Your body felt boneless as you came on his cock once again and you could barely feel Thranduil’s strong arms wrapping around you over the sensation of what felt like hot electricity seeping through your veins. You could feel Thranduil’s breath on your neck as he held your body as close as possible to his while filling you with his cum.

Hazily, you looked up at the state of yourself in the mirror as Thranduil unclipped the necklace from your neck and carefully removed the earrings, setting them down on the side before sweeping you up in his arms. You were placed on the floor in the shower, the cool tile making you shudder momentarily before it was soothed away by the heat of the water pouring against your back. Thranduil knelt down in front of you to tilt your head up, delighting in your tired smile before leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, your skin slightly salty with a sheen of sweat.

You closed your eyes and hummed happily at the sensation of his fingers gently stroking through your hair to assure all of it was wet before lathering it in a bubbly shampoo that smelled of bergamot and violets. The fortune in the form of your most recent gift from him sat forgotten on the counter for a while as you simply delighted in having him take care of you like this, in such a simple and yet rawly intimate way.

∴.·:*¨ ¨*:·. ☙.·:*¨ ¨*:·.♡ .·:*¨ ¨*:·. ❧.·:*¨ ¨*:·.∴

Thranduil had gone to work once more, a note on the bedside telling you that he would be back in time for dinner and to take things easy with your studies and make sure you gave yourself adequate breaks. He didn’t know that these notes make you wake with a smile on your lips and that there was a growing collection of these precious messages kept in your purse.

That smile remained on your lips as you got up and showered away the filth that you had been covered in after your shower yesterday night. You found the tiles and screen still wet, telling you that Thranduil had done the same when he woke this morning. You slipped into some comfy clothes and slippers, your hair all wrapped up in a towel and ordered breakfast to be delivered to the house. Once you had eaten and you took out your laptop to study, your smile soured.

‘I need more’

“Don’t ruin my morning…” You grumbled to the voice that had been haunting you as of late. You hated how it wouldn’t shut up until you went behind Thranduil’s back to snoop around his things. You loved Thranduil with all your heart, everyone else be damned, and you hated the guilt that came with making this voice leave you alone.

‘Don’t you want to live forever with him?’

You took your pen out of your mouth, sure that your teeth would soon snap the lid clean in half if you kept on. Instead, you took in a deep breath that still felt as though it couldn’t fill your lungs and tapped your knuckles against the desk while your leg bounced in place. You’d give it a few more minutes to see if it would go away. In the meantime, you were scrolling through google scholar articles about gothic marxism in Dracula.

‘You can die knowing that you missed your chance then. It would be such a shame for him to be widowed twice, would it not?’

“Fine!” You hissed through gritted teeth, “Only to shut you up and get what I want.” You briskly rose from your chair and marched your way down to Thranduil’s office where you retrieved the key from the statue bust and began skimming through the files that you hadn’t read in your previous visit here. Your throat dried up and tears welled in your eyes for a moment when you got to the last file and suddenly you couldn’t skim read. You had to take in every single word.

This was a plan for a coup.

He already had plans in place to take over the government and install this plan that you had already read about in the other files. But what was he waiting for if all of these preparations had already been made? What could–

That dwarf lord he was always talking about, the dragon’s treasure. Hadn’t he mentioned an heirloom of his people once? It would be near impossible to get it back after this plan took action, let alone before. You decided that you would put everything away and take to the internet to look more into whatever this heirloom was.

‘You’re not entirely stupid then, you do have your clever moments.’ The voice taunted once you voiced out your plan.

“Shut up.” You retorted as you carefully put the first two files back in order and suddenly your heart fell from your chest in dread. Footsteps outside the door. You would have to put the files back and hide in the room, there was no opening to leave. Hurriedly and with your pulse blasting in your ears, you re-ordered the files and tore the drawer open to return them to their place but the door flung open and you froze like a deer in headlights, the key upon the desk and the files in your hand.

“Y/n?” You had forgotten how to breathe as you gazed upon Legolas standing in the doorway, his hand still on the door handle. He stared back at you in silence before his eyes drifted to the folders in your hand, all of them stamped as confidential, “What are you doing in my father’s office? In his house?”

“Legolas, I can explain, it’s…”

“Where have you been?!” He exclaimed, “I’ve been worried sick trying to contact you! None of your flatmates have seen you in weeks! You haven’t been in classes or on campus at all!”

“Please?” You interrupted before he could go on, your tone pleading him to just listen.

“No! Now I find you here while my father’s out, going through his office!” He fell silent for a moment and his brows furrowed, hurt written across his face. “Were you using me to get to him? Has someone sent you to dig up stuff on him?”

“No! Well-” You thought of the voice which seemed to go silent now, not offering up its wise, wise advice for once. “Look, I think it would be best if we called Thran- your father to… to straighten everything out.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a great plan.” He replied with a tone of venom in his voice as he took his phone out from his back pocket, dialling up his father and marching out of the room. Panic overtook you as you replaced the files and the key with shaky hands.

This was your worst case scenario. Legolas was about to find out you were dating his dad and Thranduil was about to find out you had been snooping through the most confidential documents in his office. You left the office, carefully closing the door behind yourself before heading to the living room where Legolas was pacing up and down the length of the room, biting out orders to his father to come home immediately while you slunk onto the sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest to hide your face as you tried to steady out your breathing, tears in your eyes. Everything was about to fall apart. Everything.

‘Don’t you dare tell him about me. You admit to snooping, you find out about this heirloom and you encourage him to carry out this coup as soon as possible. If you tell him about me, you’ll never have the chance to live forever with him.’ The voice instructed.

“Leave me alone.” You whispered to it before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV for some background noise, unable to stand the silence now that Legolas was sitting in an armchair and staring at the floor as he tried to piece together what was going on. You just stuck on the news channel and it was something about those murders everyone had been talking about. The guardians at RINGS were proposing a curfew to try and keep people safe as all the murders had taken place at night.

You were surprised at the taste of blood in your mouth and you stopped gnawing at your lip when you realised that you had broken skin. Perhaps it would be better to chew on that poor pen right now. Your head spun towards the entrance to the foyer when you heard the front door open and close.

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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notes: for what I had planned in my notes, I've cut the chapter in half to get it out sooner because it's been far too long! Also I will warn you that the last 2500 words were written at the peak of me being sleep deprived and I did not proofread this lmao

pairing: modern! Thranduil x Reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: slight NSFW content, imbalanced power dynamics, big sugar daddy/sugar baby vibes fr

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Your chest felt tight with anxiety as you pushed open the doors to the study. That voice had only grown louder since you had told it that you would no longer be snooping around whatever Thranduil had planned in the political world. Now, the voice had grown louder, scarier, seeming to talk over itself in multiple voices as it threatened you and softly coaxed you and commanded and guided you all at once. But, out of all the tones it was using, all these strings of words coming from the same voice, they all had one thing in common: it would leave you alone if you just read through the files and gathered some information. So, here you were, going through Thranduil's desk with shaky hands and teary eyes. You sat down beside the best and wiped your tears with the backs of your hands before beginning to read.

There were reports about the dragons and Erebor’s quarrels with them, about certain projects to preserve elven culture, and plans to improve the already incredible use of renewable energy in the province.

“Can I stop?” You asked in a whisper, feeling guilty for betraying your lover’s trust like this after all he had given you and done for you.

Not until you find something of use to me.

You continued looking around until you found a drawer near the bottom of the desk that was locked. You searched all around the large desk for a key but could find nothing.

The statue bust.

Next to the window behind the desk, there was a bust on a pillar. It showed an elleth with dainty features and a hood upon her head, a crown upon her brow, her eyes closed in a peaceful expression. You began to examine the perfectly-dusted stone at the back of her neck was a small hollow section containing a key. You took it in your hands and went for the locked drawer, finding a series of files that were stamped as confidential. You laid them out on the floor in order that they were stacked in the order that you removed them. There were a series of spreadsheets containing bank transactions to all sorts of different accounts, to different names, many of them prefixed with military titles.

Again, you found all the plans for the censorship surrounding what could be said about Thranduil’s campaign and then one particular file caught your interest. Certain details were blacked out and you could tell that this was a photocopy. Your eyes widened as you read through the plan across the few pages, becoming too overwhelmed once you finished the introduction to take in the finer details of this plot.

Thranduil was planning on forcefully restoring the monarchy.

This was a plot to expand the province’s borders to all of what was once the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood, to close the borders and to have an army march upon Erebor to reclaim heirlooms of elven culture that Erebor had yet to return, claiming that they rightfully belong to the dwarven Kingdom as the elves never paid them in full.

This will do for now.

The voice said and then at last it was gone. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and your fingers trembled as you put everything back in place where you found it, being extra careful to make everything as neat as Thranduil liked his environment to be before you returned the key to its hidden place in the bust of the elven woman. You closed the door behind you and made your way straight to yours and Thranduil’s room where you stripped off all your clothes and got into the shower, turning the dial so that the water became colder and colder while you were in there. You needed to calm down before he came back. This was a big plot and, considering the military power that was going behind it, it would get a lot of people killed if not start all-out warfare.

Thranduil had mentioned recently how the dwarf Lord of Erebor was stubborn – surely he wouldn’t stand for this? But did they have the power to hold off the army that Thranduil was building?

You tried to put it out of your mind as you showered, the cold water shocking your body into calming down from its anxiety. Thranduil would be coming home on time for lunch today and he could read you like a book – he had had years to learn how to read people – and you didn’t want him to know what you had been doing. You were doing all of this for a chance to escape your mortality and live with him but you couldn’t do that if you broke his trust and he cast you away because of it.

You got out of the shower once you were calmed down enough. You had never cared about these things before so why now? Just because you knew things that others didn’t, things that were very against the law and were certainly going to get people killed. You were living with a man you love and loved you in return and you were lavished in all the luxury you could ever want. Why should you throw that away? Even if you did do something to stop Thranduil, tipped off other powerful people perhaps, they would get all the glory and you would lose everything and no one would be thankful for the clueless little girl who tipped off all the powerful men. Perhaps you were selfish but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care enough.

You were sitting in front of the vanity, fully dressed and brushing back your wet hair when Thranduil came into the room, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he saw you. You set down the brush as he approached you, hands coming to rest on your shoulders as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You look beautiful, meleth.” He murmured as his arms wrapped around you, leaning down over your body.

“Thank you.” You beamed a smile at him, all of your worries melting away as you looked into those bright blue eyes of his. You turned your head to give him a soft kiss, “How was work?”

“Easier than how the rest of the week has fared.” He replied as he stood up, shrugging off his blazer and sliding the wardrobe open to hang it up before he took off his cufflinks and rolled his sleeves up, removing his tie and putting that away so that he could undo a few buttons of his shirt. “I simply had to look over some plans for a few campaigns: better renewable energy, cultural funding, environmental programs, all made easier by my team.”

“Sounds complicated.” You replied, knowing full well that you had just read all of these in his office today.

“Not so much as dealing with affairs involving other provinces, thankfully.” He replied as he made his way back to you, offering you a hand and guiding you to stand. “Now, let us have lunch.” You gave him a smile and happily nodded your head as you took his arm and the two of you made your way to the dining room, a spring in your step at being with your lover. For now, you didn’t need to worry about anything: not about the voice, not about Thranduil’s plans, not about Legolas. But that didn’t stop you from bouncing your leg and worrying your lip during your meal.

“Are studies worrying you again, meleth nîn?” Thranduil laid his hand over yours on the table as you finished your food and made to drink the last of your water. You didn’t want to lie to him any more than you already had just by hiding things from him but you didn’t want to say that something else was bothering you either because then he would inquire into that and you didn’t have a believable lie up your sleeve to convince him with.

“Yes…” You sighed, “It’s all so overwhelming at times.” There was a flash of sympathy in his eyes before he brought up his hand to check the time on his watch. When he lowered his hand again, the hand that had previously been covering yours came up to touch underneath your chin, tilting your head slightly so that he could kiss you.

“Go and dry your hair.” He spoke as he withdrew, standing from the chair, “I’ll pick out your outfit, I’m taking you shopping.” Your face lit up at that and you almost leapt from your seat.

“Oh, thank you!” You exclaimed, stretching up onto your toes to kiss his cheek as you excitedly took his hand and half-dragged him to his bedroom where you began touching up your makeup and drying your hair, styling it simply. In the meantime, Thranduil was going through your side of the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for you. He enjoyed dressing you up himself and he always put together good outfits for you so you were more than happy to allow him to do so without protest. He picked out a white silk dress for you that fell to your mid-thigh and had a lace trim at the top and bottom with spaghetti straps. He paired this with a dark brown cardigan and a pair of black pump shoes that had a big platform on the bottom, a bigger heel and straps that went around your ankles. Going over to your jewellery box, he took out a simple set of pearl earrings and necklace and a little hair clip to match.

You gladly got dressed, thanking him with another kiss to the cheek and the two of you headed off to the garage where Thranduil’s hand rested on your thigh for the journey as you left to go shopping in another town. He would let you plug your phone into the aux providing that your music wasn’t too loud as he sped through the streets in his Mercedes. He would only take you to the most expensive places and, at first, you had felt rotten for spending so much money but he had made you grow accustomed to it now. However, your eyes had flittered to the rearview mirror a few times where you noticed the same two Land Rovers following you. You mentioned it to Thranduil.

“Yes, tensions are growing…” His lips pursed slightly and his thumb caressed the skin of your knee, “I’ve decided to start bringing the body guards with me to more than just work now. They won’t bother us at all unless there’s a security issue so you don’t need to pay them any mind, meleth.” You simply nodded your head and covered his hand with yours, fingers curling around some of his own fingers.

By the time the car was parked – in what you noted to be a car park that was rather empty and only seemed to have rather expensive-looking cars in it – you were walking through the shopping centre on Thranduil’s arm with a bubble tea in your free hand. There weren’t many people here but you knew that this was a very high-end place so it wasn’t exactly a hotspot for the majority of the public which you were thankful for.

In the back of your mind, you always worried about Thranduil’s fame when you went out with him. He made efforts to preserve his privacy, to detach his name from his face – this much you had read mention of in those files – but nothing like that was ever entirely airtight and all it could take was one picture going viral online for you to have your best friend screaming down the phone to you about sleeping with his dad. A dreaded part of you knew that Legolas was bound to find out one day but you had already discussed that Thranduil would be the one to tell him first – you certainly didn’t want him to find out through some stranger’s picture on social media.

The two of you began to browse around a shop you had been to before, searching through different dresses, button-downs, shoes, Thranduil snatching your hand away whenever you went to check the price tags, setting your hand back on his arm as he got one of the body guards to carry your pickings out as she trailed along behind you. She was an elleth with bright eyes and even brighter fiery hair that was braided away from her face down the top and fell down past her waist behind her, curling towards the ends. She had strong shoulders, that much you could see even through her suit and she followed behind the two of you, keeping a distance but not straying too far. You hadn’t a clue as to where the rest of the bodyguards were.

Something you enjoyed about shopping with Thranduil – other than how therapeutic it could be – was that he was genuinely interested in what you bought and how it looked on you. He liked to have a say in how you dressed, even if he was the only one to really see you, and so he wasn’t the typical sort of man to be blatantly dying of boredom and giving you half-hearted compliments. You pulled the curtain back to reveal your final outfit: a black babydoll dress with matching heels and a pair of sheer black Chanel tights with lace gloves to match. You swung your hips a little, enjoying the twirl of the skirt, as you showed off the outfit, liking how it matched the jewellery that Thranduil had already picked out for you that night.

He rose to his feet, eyes taking in the sight of you as he slowly approached. His hands ruffled the skirt of the dress a little and straightened out the sleeves as he took in the sight of you, eyes remaining low. Him and damned tights you thought with a ghost of a knowing smirk. He hummed in approval at the outfit and his finger curled under your chin to make you meet his eyes for a moment – they sparkled like a starry sky, as elves’ eyes usually did, but now they were lidded, darkened, and you knew that you were in for a long night. He leaned down, lips grazing past your cheek and jaw before planting a hot kiss just beneath your ear.

“You look delightful, meleth nîn.” He murmured into your ear before rising back up to his full height, “Get changed again and I’ll pay.” With a little ‘ok’ you gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before changing back into your own clothes, taking everything over to the counter with him where he didn’t even check the price before swiping his card and then insisting on carrying your bags for you.

You had already lost track of how much time had passed since the two of you arrived here and you were not given the chance to even ponder it as you were soon being whisked into a jewellery shop where jewels glittered all around you under the bright lights. You tugged slightly on Thranduil’s arm as a red necklace caught your attention but his arm wrapped around your waist and he shook his head slightly before making his way straight to the jeweller behind the counter. She was a dwarven woman, her beard intricately braided like her hair and decorated with various gem-studded cuffs. Her ears glittered with various piercings of precious metals and she wore a suit with a robe-like overcoat. As much as you knew Thranduil’s preference for elvish craft, he had once humbly admitted that the dwarves had a particular skill in jewel-smithing that he simply couldn’t overlook. The dwarf seemed to recognise him without a word as she nodded her head and hopped down from the step that was giving her additional height behind the counter, making her way away from it as another dwarf, a man this time, took her place and she stopped in front of a particular case.

You were unsure what she did to trigger it, but the case opened like a door to reveal a room behind and you looked to Thranduil in shock. Surely a secret room in an already high-end shop would only hold jewellery more expensive than you could ever pay for with a lifetime of work? Thranduil seemed to be amused by your reaction before leading you to follow the dwarven woman, the door closing behind the two of you. You found yourselves in a circular room, the walls lined with display cases and the plush carpet a dark navy blue. In the middle of the room was a circular table with some chairs around it. The dwarven woman sat in one particularly high chair that helped her to not be so short compared to the two of you while Thranduil set your bags of clothes down and pulled your chair out for you, ever the gentleman, before taking his own seat.

“Do you have any particular ideas about what you’re looking for today?” She asked Thranduil and you wondered if it was so truly obvious that you were not used to this exclusive setting.

“What’s the highest value metal you have here?” He asked and your eyes went wide in shock. You had got used to him spending lots of money on you, yes, but this much?! Surely whatever he was about to buy would cost more money than you would ever see in your life! You opened your mouth to protest but your white-haired lover sent you a pointed look and one of his hands rested on your thigh, silencing you without a word.

“We recently had a new set come in. That you may like.” The dwarf got up from her seat and made her way over to one of the cases, taking out a necklace and pair of earrings. The silver that they were wrought from seemed to glow and you wondered if it was just a trick of the light or if, perhaps, it was caused by the pale glow emitting from the gems which seemed to have silver and pale blue light dancing within them in all directions. They almost looked as though they shouldn’t be real, as though they had been pulled from the fairy tale books you would read as a little girl. “The metal is from a shooting star and the gems were crafted from its dying light.” Your heart hammered in your chest, unable to imagine how much these cost.

“May we?” Thranduil asked before you could even utter a word and the dwarf swept her hand in a gesture that said ‘be my guest’ before Thranduil stood from his seat and swept your hair away from your shoulder, unclipping the pearls from your neck and ears before reaching past you to the set on the table, dressing you in a star. He could feel how you trembled slightly, uneasy with the responsibility of wearing such jewels. His hand came under your chin, index finger and thumb curling into your cheeks and turning your head this way and that to admire how the earrings sparkled on either side of your face while the necklace hung around your neck, glittering from your throat to just above your cleavage.

“Thranduil, I can’t wear these.” You whispered and his look of admiration soured slightly, breaking his focus from how he was admiring you like you were the most exclusive artwork at an auction he had just won.

“Of course you can.” He replied, a coo to his voice before he leaned down over you to speak lowly in your ear, “And you will because I say so. Understood, little one?” You could only nod in reply, wide eyed as that pleasant look returned to his face. Behind those eyes, unbeknownst to you, he was already fantasising about how that necklace would look swinging from your neck as he bent you over the counter in front of the bathroom mirror. “Tilt your head back so I can see the necklace in the light, darling.” He instructed and you did just that, feeling his hand at the back of your head as you looked up at him, his eyes on the pricy necklace and the way that this angle allowed him to look straight down your dress so easily. “Yes, you truly have an eye for my taste, I’ll take this one.” He smiled at the dwarf woman. Any other client who entered this room would usually need a lawyer present as well as other staff members of the ship but Thranduil had been buying from the family-owned company for generations. It had been very long since he had been here but he had broken his absence recently when he came to buy you a set of jewels alone to give to you at home. He was a trusted client here after all that he had bought for his late wife centuries ago.

You let out a shaky breath as Thranduil removed the glittering jewels of starlight and replaced them with your pearls, much to your relief. The two of you were escorted back outside and Thranduil’s hand rose from being wrapped around your waist to cover your eyes as you were worriedly looking at the till for the price. You didn’t catch the number at the start but you did see all the zeros at the end, almost enough to give you a heart attack. He left carrying the jewels down to the bodyguards and you squeezed his arm a little as you left.

“I thought we were here to make me feel better!” You protested quietly, “That was far too much money!” He let out a sharp sigh.

“Don’t be ungrateful, meleth, you know I don’t like when you act like a brat.” Your eyes widened in surprise at how terribly he had interpreted your reaction. Sometimes you forgot about how different the two worlds you came from were until he did something like this.

“No, no, I am grateful, really, I am but…” Your hand squeezed his arm a bit too hard, enough for him to notice and he glanced down at you, “Surely there are more important things to put such money towards.” You found yourself swept into an alcove between two stores, away from the main walkways.

“You couldn’t be more wrong, my love.” He said as one of his hands came up to caress your cheek, “You’re worth far more than every last penny in any of my accounts and assets. There’s nothing in the world I put more value on than you so the costs of what I gift to you are truly meaningless. I couldn’t possibly put a price on how precious you are to me, little one.” His hand brushed the hair away from your face affectionately and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “So don’t you ever worry about how I choose to spend my money, there’s truly nothing that makes me happier than providing for you.” He had provided everything for you. Your student loan paid off along with all of your tuition, an upgraded laptop, anything you may desire on a whim, your own apartment, a high-end wardrobe, more shoes than you had ever owned in your life, a place in his home.

Your eyes teared up at him and suddenly you couldn’t hate that voice anymore – wherever it had gone to now – no matter how much it tormented you. It was giving you the opportunity to have an immortal life with this man who looked at you like you were all the light in the world: the sun, moon and stars, the flicker of fire or the mysterious glow of bioluminescence. He looked at you like you gave meaning to a world, like you were his vision in a dark and blind world.

“I love you so much.” Your voice broke. Your relationship was a secret for a handful of reasons, Legolas being the primary one, but how could this possibly be wrong when he made everything feel so right? When he made you feel complete. How could something so beautiful, the very craving of your soul, be wrong? “I can’t put it into words, I’d take my heart out of my chest and give it to you if I could, just to prove that it’s all yours… Because it never has belonged to anyone else, nor will it ever.” You laughed a little awkwardly at your terrible wording, a poor comparison to just how intense your love was for him.

“You needn’t do that, meleth nîn.” He replied with a small smile, reaching up to very carefully wipe away the tears that were just about spilling from your eyes, careful to not ruin the makeup that he watched you apply with such careful precision. You already relied on him for everything, you didn’t need to give him any more than that level of trust, allowing him to provide everything for you. All you had to do in return was follow the few rules he had laid down for you and he was content. Which is why you couldn’t let him find out that you had been going through his study. “Why don’t we head home and we can get you used to wearing those pretty jewels, hm?” He suggested and you nodded your head, feeling his fingers lace with yours before he was leading you back to the car.

He held your hand in his the whole way back, not even breaking contact with you to change gears, bringing your hand with his and you couldn’t help the way it made you blush. Despite all the filthy things this ellon had done to you, it was always the simplest of things he did that really flustered you. You looked forward to what awaited you at home.

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