[ That has him chuckling again and he immediately scurries over - yes, scurries! A few minutes pass before he knocks on his husband's door. He's wearing something new too, though he fully expects not to be so dressed for very long at all. ]
{He answers the door wearing a thin red robe, barely tied around his waist. The present is easy to see through the fabric and the decorative chains make a pleasant sound against his hips.}
Blending in? {His eyebrows rise in amusement.} I didn't know you were a Skin-Changer.
{The tie is undone with just a touch and Thranduil shrugs off the robe entirely. His hair is loose - he knows how his husband likes to play with it - and his skin is delicately tanned from spending time outdoors.
Specifically on the beach.}
Well, my trickster...
{He brings out a basket of beautiful shells, painted in various natural hues.}
[ He helps! And yes, that long silky mane of hair gets tenderly touched and admired. Maglor smiles at the tease, then draws in a delighted breath at the revealed basket of shells. ]
{He has spent time painting the shells by hand, adding flushes of vivid color to the hues the sea gave them. Said hues will work nicely in Maglor's new bedroom.}
I like to sit and paint, but your shells call to me too.
{And sometimes he finds delightful creatures making a home out of them! Thranduil glances at a hermit crab he has taken under his wing. The little creature is always hard at work, it seems.}
No matter where I go, I think of you. Does that make me a poor Sinda?
[ Each touch is stunning. Maglor curls an arm around his beloved's waist, fingers playing with the chains. The cute crab gets a smile too - he likes all of his husband's rescues and visitors. ]
I look forward to placing them in my rooms.
[ He flushes at being told Thranduil always thinks of him, and the question has him shake his head and press a kiss to the side of his husband's head. ]
No. Our minds and hearts are linked. You are rarely far from my thoughts as well.
{The sensation of the chains moving against his skin is pleasurable. Maglor has likely been imprisoned or in chains more often than he likes to recall, but for Thranduil, the experience could be arousing. He welcomes his husband into his arms and finally gives him a heated kiss, thanking him and inviting him into his rooms.}
Ask Mingjue if you can walk on the beach with me.
{His little crab tucks himself into his comfortable shell. Only one claw can be seen, but there is the impression that the hard-worker is sleepy. Thranduil follows Maglor's glance and smiles.}
I am not afraid of what others think or say. I choose those I call family. If your family or mine disagrees with...us...so be it. They cannot stop me.
{He pushes up Maglor's shirt with an eager smirk.}
[ Only one person has his permission to place chains on him. Thranduil.
Maglor has no fear when with his husband. He remembers the pleasant feeling of just...placing himself fully at Thranduil's mercy, including the drugs the other Elf had given him without permission or prior knowledge.
He hums into the kiss, pressing greedily into it and stepping into his husband's rooms at the welcome inside. ]
He gives me free reign to go where I please. So long as I hold up my end of our contract, he does not control my movements.
[ Such a good hard working crab! Maglor nuzzles a pointed ear in answer to that smirk, and gives it a playful lick before pulling back to help in removing his clothes. ]
They can stop neither of us. You are mine just as I am yours.
{There are only two scenarios in which he would do so: one, for pleasure and two, to hold Maglor fast in case he loses control. Even the drugs he has given him - playfully and at light doses - are tests. Thranduil knows he has to be strong; Maglor trusts him to stop him and Fëanorians are mighty. They contain the blood of the first Elves and that is no small matter. To imprison his husband, Thranduil will need to be cunning and swift.
But also loving too - in order to bring Maglor back. The real Maglor. Not the war-mongering prince.
He nuzzles their lips together lazily, grinning at the answer.}
Good. I want to sit with you on the sand.
{He barely bites back a groan, eyes closing suddenly at the lick. Giving a shudder, he immediately refocuses on making his husband as bare as him. It's only fair! The clothes are tossed and Thranduil chuckles like a naughty Elfling.}
You have proven that; I did not expect your loyalty - ever - but I value it now that I have it.
[ For pleasure or to restrain him from insanity, both are Thranduil's right as Maglor's husband. Maglor relies on the other's strength and goodness. So he doesn't question anything Thranduil does, or gives him.
He hasn't been disappointed.
He smiles at the nuzzling, then grins at that groan. He chuckles at how eager his beloved is in stripping him, per usual, and it has his eyes bright with fond amusement. He steps out of the pants and stands boldly nude, legs parted without any hint of shame or discomfort. ]
You have shown yourself worthy of my loyalty and my love.
Soon the world will come to life as the weather warms. I cannot recall seeing a sea in Spring; that is an experience I wish to share with you.
{And a tiny crab - who hopefully grows mighty enough that Thranduil feels safe putting him on the sand with his fellows. He is protective by nature and once his heart is involved, he can be hurt easily. Maglor has not hurt him. The past tears and stings and frightens him, yet they must move on. If there is goodness in the Fëanorian line, he is prepared to cultivate it with the same care he shows his rescues.
Though shame needn't be part of it! Thranduil laughs again at Maglor's stance, running greedy hands down his husband's chest and up his back.}
I will protect you. {From himself if necessary.} You have walked alone for generations. No more, love.
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For me or for you? It does fit like a glove.
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Perhaps I should come over and we can find out.
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Come quickly.
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Blending in? {His eyebrows rise in amusement.} I didn't know you were a Skin-Changer.
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Experimenting.
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Specifically on the beach.}
Well, my trickster...
{He brings out a basket of beautiful shells, painted in various natural hues.}
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Ai! So this is where you spend your days.
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I like to sit and paint, but your shells call to me too.
{And sometimes he finds delightful creatures making a home out of them! Thranduil glances at a hermit crab he has taken under his wing. The little creature is always hard at work, it seems.}
No matter where I go, I think of you. Does that make me a poor Sinda?
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I look forward to placing them in my rooms.
[ He flushes at being told Thranduil always thinks of him, and the question has him shake his head and press a kiss to the side of his husband's head. ]
No. Our minds and hearts are linked. You are rarely far from my thoughts as well.
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Ask Mingjue if you can walk on the beach with me.
{His little crab tucks himself into his comfortable shell. Only one claw can be seen, but there is the impression that the hard-worker is sleepy. Thranduil follows Maglor's glance and smiles.}
I am not afraid of what others think or say. I choose those I call family. If your family or mine disagrees with...us...so be it. They cannot stop me.
{He pushes up Maglor's shirt with an eager smirk.}
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Maglor has no fear when with his husband. He remembers the pleasant feeling of just...placing himself fully at Thranduil's mercy, including the drugs the other Elf had given him without permission or prior knowledge.
He hums into the kiss, pressing greedily into it and stepping into his husband's rooms at the welcome inside. ]
He gives me free reign to go where I please. So long as I hold up my end of our contract, he does not control my movements.
[ Such a good hard working crab! Maglor nuzzles a pointed ear in answer to that smirk, and gives it a playful lick before pulling back to help in removing his clothes. ]
They can stop neither of us. You are mine just as I am yours.
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But also loving too - in order to bring Maglor back. The real Maglor. Not the war-mongering prince.
He nuzzles their lips together lazily, grinning at the answer.}
Good. I want to sit with you on the sand.
{He barely bites back a groan, eyes closing suddenly at the lick. Giving a shudder, he immediately refocuses on making his husband as bare as him. It's only fair! The clothes are tossed and Thranduil chuckles like a naughty Elfling.}
You have proven that; I did not expect your loyalty - ever - but I value it now that I have it.
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[ For pleasure or to restrain him from insanity, both are Thranduil's right as Maglor's husband. Maglor relies on the other's strength and goodness. So he doesn't question anything Thranduil does, or gives him.
He hasn't been disappointed.
He smiles at the nuzzling, then grins at that groan. He chuckles at how eager his beloved is in stripping him, per usual, and it has his eyes bright with fond amusement. He steps out of the pants and stands boldly nude, legs parted without any hint of shame or discomfort. ]
You have shown yourself worthy of my loyalty and my love.
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{And a tiny crab - who hopefully grows mighty enough that Thranduil feels safe putting him on the sand with his fellows. He is protective by nature and once his heart is involved, he can be hurt easily. Maglor has not hurt him. The past tears and stings and frightens him, yet they must move on. If there is goodness in the Fëanorian line, he is prepared to cultivate it with the same care he shows his rescues.
Though shame needn't be part of it! Thranduil laughs again at Maglor's stance, running greedy hands down his husband's chest and up his back.}
I will protect you. {From himself if necessary.} You have walked alone for generations. No more, love.