{Lavish places have their charm, but the drone of a crowd can be irritating and, in the case of Maglor, frightening. Thranduil doesn't want his husband on edge all night. Besides, with a crowd, there will be those that stare and Thranduil wants the other Elf all to himself.
Once they are seated, he gives Maglor a softer smile.}
I know what would be good for you.
{The diet of the Woodland Realm is perfectly balanced and this place offers some of what he remembers. Between them, he orders meat - lean and prepared with the right herbs and spices - plenty of vegetables and a delightful plate of fruit.}
[ He does not like crowds, especially when he's trying to relax and enjoy himself. It's one reason he likes the fact he's volunteering at night, but still being helpful.
And he likes being Thranduil's focus. The soft smile and answer once they're seated earns nothing less than a small smile of his own. He nods in agreement and chooses to watch the other Elf instead of looking over the menu.
How the light catches pale hair. How the crown frames Thranduil's head. How those features suit the Elf he's coming to know so very well.
How Thranduil had chosen to wear clothes to compliment the flowers - that has his heart leap in shy wonder. ]
{Part of caring for another is noticing the details. He has seen Maglor shy from strangers and touch. When they are together, he can switch between showing his passion with force and being gentle - his actions based on Maglor's response. He can recognize another who is suffering from the past easily enough and he has no desire to make it worse.
Lifting a fresh slice of apple, he encourages Maglor to take a bite, his expression relaxed.}
Fruit trees are rarities. You should try the peaches too.
[ So many details most people miss. Even when they believe they pay attention, things get missed.
But Thranduil and Maglor are different. Maglor notices each effort, and while he doesn't always understand the reason or thought behind it, he ends up enjoying it one way or another. Gentle or rough.
He likes seeing the other so relaxed. He leans in to take the bite, eating absently on the various fruits placed before them. No hurry. ]
{Maglor is kinder for what he has endured. Thranduil honors that change in him. This son of Fëanor is as different from his father as a star is to a rock. At least where it counts.
He chooses the best of the fare and offers it openly to Maglor, happy to feed him. Of course he enjoys the meal too, taking delicate bites, his gaze rarely leaving his husband.}
Do you like them? We use them sometimes when grapes are scarce for wine.
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Once they are seated, he gives Maglor a softer smile.}
I know what would be good for you.
{The diet of the Woodland Realm is perfectly balanced and this place offers some of what he remembers. Between them, he orders meat - lean and prepared with the right herbs and spices - plenty of vegetables and a delightful plate of fruit.}
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And he likes being Thranduil's focus. The soft smile and answer once they're seated earns nothing less than a small smile of his own. He nods in agreement and chooses to watch the other Elf instead of looking over the menu.
How the light catches pale hair. How the crown frames Thranduil's head. How those features suit the Elf he's coming to know so very well.
How Thranduil had chosen to wear clothes to compliment the flowers - that has his heart leap in shy wonder. ]
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Lifting a fresh slice of apple, he encourages Maglor to take a bite, his expression relaxed.}
Fruit trees are rarities. You should try the peaches too.
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But Thranduil and Maglor are different. Maglor notices each effort, and while he doesn't always understand the reason or thought behind it, he ends up enjoying it one way or another. Gentle or rough.
He likes seeing the other so relaxed. He leans in to take the bite, eating absently on the various fruits placed before them. No hurry. ]
And the pomegranates, I suppose?
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He chooses the best of the fare and offers it openly to Maglor, happy to feed him. Of course he enjoys the meal too, taking delicate bites, his gaze rarely leaving his husband.}
Do you like them? We use them sometimes when grapes are scarce for wine.