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[ As Thranduil will learn very quickly, his new Dom is not as well as other humans tend to be - not with spiritual concerns. Xingchen does well enough, but he spends most of his energy on teaching and guiding others that he has to recharge around noon most days. He's rarely alone when he falls asleep during the day, at least one of the sweet kittens is with him and curls up on his chest wherever he is. ]

[ It's still early in the night when Xingchen goes searching for his newest submissive. He knows Thranduil likely already sensed a change in the house, but hopes the result will reassure the kind Elf. ]

Thranduil? May we speak?

[ He knows about when Thranduil tends to be home and will find anything he might leave. And while he can't buy anything, he can still make things with what natural materials he finds.

And he has.

Resting on Thranduil's favorite tree bed, under a spell any Elf would be able to see through especially one familiar with Maglor and his craft, is a crown of branches woven together with flowers. Delicate flowers of the palest blue he could find. Thranduil will find it's a perfect fit, too. ]

[ Scattered here and there in a few books Xingchen has noticed Thranduil liking, as well as the wine cabinet, are scraps of paper with sketches.

Some are of Thranduil's face or hands. Others are of various animals (including the two cats the live with them). Some are from books, as he's never seen them himself. Elk. Moose.

And then there are the little creatures that chatter in the woods. Squirrels, racoons and the like. ]

[Ella leaves a brightly wrapped Christmas present on Thranduil's doorstep with the following card.]

[ Whenever Thranduil returns to his room, he'll find a letter on his pillow addressed to him in Xingchen's elegant calligraphy. Beside it is a small bouquet of white and pale blue flowers, clearly from the garden, tied gently together with a piece of delicate silver wire. ]

My dear friend,

When you have the time, I would like very much to speak with you. It is not urgent, and of a matter I hope which will please you.

-Xingchen

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Thranduil, I hate to be a bother, but I believe I remember you saying that some of your salves had healing properties. Am I remembering correctly?

[ On Thranduil's bed one evening when the Elven King is surely to be home, he'll find a wrapped gift. There's short note attached to it, in Maglor's rough Tengwar. ]

Melda, I hope you enjoy this small offering.

-Your Maglor

[A week after their last encounter, Mingjue arranges for them to have a private room somewhere to meet. Honestly it's a hotel but for a few hours the price will be worth it to ensure they aren't accidentally walked in on by someone they care about.

Waiting in the room with tea that he'd ordered, he lets himself relax and mediate while he waits for the knock at the door to tell him that Thranduil has arrived after receiving his message.]

Thranduil! [ The feed shown isn't of Maglor's face, but of a tiny bundle wrapped up and held with obvious care to the Elf's chest - the very tip of a tiny, fury face is all that can be seen. And his voice itself is barely above a whisper. ]

I have a little one in need of your skill. Will you come?

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[ Left beside Thranduil's bed is a potted plant with pretty pale blue blooms, and a note: ]

Thranduil,

I have a young friend I would like you to meet. Would you come find me at the stable?

Xingchen

Portraits?

[ A picture of a black and white-furred husky dog, sitting under an open window and staring up at it. In its mouth, the dog holds a square board with a grid cut into it. ]

My dog is more excited to see you than me >:|

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