{He presses into the kiss, making it harder, a little more demanding. Thranduil loves to hear those words. He loves being the cause of happiness in another - especially in one he loves.}

What do you have to fear? I know of your deeds and yet I am not running.

{Neither is the baby! But his tummy is full and he is dreaming about a big forest!}

We are married. You may come to me any time you like. My rooms are never barred to you.