The Sword of Love

Chapter 22

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After a while, i was alone in my room.

King was no where to be found and Legolas was drinking together with Ross.

Well, he was mad.

Mad at me or his father?

Who knows!

Knock, knock.

-The door is opened.

I sat back on armchair, watching sunset.

-Hello, mother!

I turned around to find drunk Legolas.

-Jesus! What happened?

-I am drunk, like a skunk! Sorry, mother, i did not mean to be so bad...

-Come here,- i went to take Legolas by his arm. I helped him to get on my bed. -You need to sleep, Legolas, you are drunk, and you know it...

-Don't tell ada, please...- he was struggling with his words.

-I won't.

-Promise?

-Yes, Legolas, i promise, and now, let me help you.

I got on my knees to help him to get off his boots.

After, i got him under the sheets and i waited till he is asleep.

Now i have to find another place to sleep, i guess.

I went outside the room, just to see another disaster.

Thranduil.

-Shhh,- he blurted. He wasn't looking at me.

It looked like he was talking to a wall.

-Don't tell my son i am drunk, you! Nasty walls! I know you have eyes and ears everywhere!

-Thranduil?- i stepped closer.- Are you...  like talking to a wall?

-Shhh, my soon wife to be... Do not tell anyone!

-What is going on? I have Legolas sleeping in my chambers, cause he is drunk, and now, you too...

-Shh, no worries, wife! I can handle this!

The moment he stepped away from the wall, his legs were jelly.

-Woopseey! - king spoke when he was all ready on the floor.

-I will help you.

I came closer to him and got him on his legs, in... Let's say, five minutes. Five, painful minutes.

I helped him to get to his room.

-Stay with me, mortal...

He said quietly.

-I will, but only if you behave.

-I will!

I undressed him, leaving him in his underwear, leaving his white shirt on, opening the first buttons of it.

-Aren't you undressing me completely?

-Not this time.

-Why not?

He kissed my earlobe, sending shivers through my whole body.

-You must sleep.

-I will, i am going to sleep on you...

-What?

He got me onto his bed, climbed on top of me, hugged me, his hair was tingling my neck, and then i heard snooring.

Wait, what? He is sleeping! Now, if only i could open his tight grip!

-I said you are sleeping here, then you are...

He spoke. I was quite impressed.

He is drunk, but he keeps his promise, he made me think he was sleeping, and he was not...

-We need to get under the sheets, my king...

-Thranduil. And, am i not warm enaugh?

-You are too hot...

We got under the blanket and i tried to close my eyes. I was tired, very tired.

This was the first time i felt his body, pressed against mine, this time i felt his bare skin, so soft.

-Stay with me...

Was his last words, and i fell into deep, dark night...