{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.
[ Ooooh, demanding husband! Maglor immediately answers, willing - happy! - to give what his beloved wants. ]
And that continues to amaze me. You have every reason to strike me down without another thought. Instead, you have claimed me for yourself and do everything in your power to heal me. You have given me a great gift - your love.
[ The baby is too precious and cute! He won't hurt it! ]
Just as mine are always open to you, be it here, or the Forge.
{His body tingles and he gives Maglor a secretive smile - something shared between lovers as he parts. No, he won't be leaving his husband wanting tonight!}
What would striking you down do? I could delude myself; I could be proud of my feat as if it took bravery to accomplish. In truth, I would be striking you down like a coward. I know you wouldn't fight me.
{Shattering what is already broken is shameful.}
I know you better now and I have no desire to strike you.
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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.
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And that continues to amaze me. You have every reason to strike me down without another thought. Instead, you have claimed me for yourself and do everything in your power to heal me. You have given me a great gift - your love.
[ The baby is too precious and cute! He won't hurt it! ]
Just as mine are always open to you, be it here, or the Forge.
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What would striking you down do? I could delude myself; I could be proud of my feat as if it took bravery to accomplish. In truth, I would be striking you down like a coward. I know you wouldn't fight me.
{Shattering what is already broken is shameful.}
I know you better now and I have no desire to strike you.
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I will never fight you again. Not in earnest. Sparing with you is far too fun, and who better to test than each other?
[ Maglor traces fingertips over his husband's cheek. ]
You took the time to know me. That is a treasure in itself.
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Spar with me. I cannot say no to a handsome warrior who already owns my heart.
{The touch is ticklish and he gives a shiver.}
The treasure is you.