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roselightfairy ([personal profile] roselightfairy) wrote2019-10-23 07:32 am

WIP Wednesday

Because I am drawing dangerously close to the moment when I just lose all patience with this story and start inflicting it on people, regardless of whether they want it or not. In the meantime, I must content myself with inflicting small bits of it on you.

Snippet: Thranduil/OFC. Takes place in the first few years of my absurd OC story. Extremely over-the-top flirting, because youngish, not-king-yet Thranduil is a great deal of fun to play with.

He arches his back and flings himself to his feet again, his grey eyes gleaming. “So,” he says again, taking one slow step towards her, like a wildcat preparing to pounce. “You know something I do not.”

“And this is unusual how?” she says, arch – but laughter bubbles close beneath the surface, and she knows he can tell. She loves it when he is this way, setting aside the dignity of his office and the grief of his past for the playfulness that better suits his spirit. It is how he won her people’s hearts – and her own.

He takes another step, and she retreats, matching his pace as he begins to stalk her in a slow circle around their rooms. “You spoke to Laerwen,” he says.

Cuindis knows the smile spreading across her face is the same as her daughter’s. “I did.” The knowledge of Laerwen’s giddy young love, and the intent in Thranduil’s eyes, cannot but remind her of her own. Even if just for this moment, she feels her daughter’s age again, free of the care of a kingdom and the menace that has begun to whisper in on the wind – and she is no princess, but only a maid in love.

But allowing her mind to wander is dangerous with Thranduil in this mood, and she is too slow to evade him when he pounces. She squeals and darts back, but his hands catch her around the waist, and she does not even feel him toss her until she is weightless in the air, landing on her back on the bed. It bounces once beneath her weight, and then again under his when he lands over her, crouched on all fours. Again he is a wildcat above his prey, but now she makes no move to flee.