{The sensation of the chains moving against his skin is pleasurable. Maglor has likely been imprisoned or in chains more often than he likes to recall, but for Thranduil, the experience could be arousing. He welcomes his husband into his arms and finally gives him a heated kiss, thanking him and inviting him into his rooms.}

Ask Mingjue if you can walk on the beach with me.

{His little crab tucks himself into his comfortable shell. Only one claw can be seen, but there is the impression that the hard-worker is sleepy. Thranduil follows Maglor's glance and smiles.}

I am not afraid of what others think or say. I choose those I call family. If your family or mine disagrees with...us...so be it. They cannot stop me.

{He pushes up Maglor's shirt with an eager smirk.}