Besides the happiness of my Dominant? {He phrases playfully, his body warm and relaxed as Xingchen settles against him. His cheek comes to rest against that dark hair and he watches the water flowing between the various plants.}

I miss my son. {Thranduil doesn't like complaining; he considers it a waste of time. But since Xingchen asked...} Each time I start a portrait of his face, it's wrong. I cannot forget him, I know, but the fear is with me nonetheless.