[ The gentle braiding helps him relax a little, along with the cute little squeak. Maglor nods in understanding, ready to leap to his feet to get water when he feels those soft lips press to his neck, and his intent subsides. It helps too that he sees the little squirrel snuggle deeper into the blankets, so he tilts his head to expose more of his neck for his husband's pleasure if Thranduil so wishes to play.
It amazes him how easily the other Elf manages to soothe and settle him, no matter how manic he's become. It should scare him, too, instead of comforting him. He knows it, but doesn't care enough to try pulling away. ]
In a corner of the room, perhaps? It is easy enough to keep things low to the ground for them.
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It amazes him how easily the other Elf manages to soothe and settle him, no matter how manic he's become. It should scare him, too, instead of comforting him. He knows it, but doesn't care enough to try pulling away. ]
In a corner of the room, perhaps? It is easy enough to keep things low to the ground for them.