When Thranduil noticed she was already sleeping, he shook his head, and an amused smile settled on his lips. He gently pulled the blanket that rested at the end of his bed out from under her feet, and pulled it up over her naked body, hoping to provide some warmth and cover for the morning. With that he walked around to the other side of the bed and lifted the covers, crawling in and turning onto his stomach. He flipped his hair around as he turned to face her, and then closed his eyes to fall into a light sleep.

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                 WATCHING HIM SILENTLY FOR A MOMENT, she suppresses an amused smile upon hearing his response. “I must admit, that does sound like a much better idea,” she finally replies, a thoughtful nod accompanying her answer. “I imagine one dragon would be much easier to deal with.”

In his seriousness, Thranduil did not notice the young elf try to suppress a smile. "Much easier to deal with," he started, voice soft, "but so much less imposing. 'I have a dragon!' 'I have forty seven dragons!' It just sounds...sweeter." The king's eyes lit up and it was obvious that he was still considering more than one dragon.

"Where would one...get a dragon, I wonder?"

“I’m sure you’ll get to have some fun tonight, Lau,” the blond elf laughed. “But I want to have some fun too.”

Thranduil walked up behind her, where she was standing in front of a full length mirror and trying on a new dress. He thought it looked beautiful, but he let his mind wander as his eyes followed her curves, and he allowed his hands to follow suit. Running one palm down her thigh, he hiked up the skirt of her dress and pressed her hips back against his, all the while watching them in the mirror. He was clad only in silver pants and boots, and he did not appreciate that she was fully dressed. His other hand tugged the shoulder of her dress down and cupped her exposed breast gently.

“You are incredible like this.”

Laurelin examined her reflection thoughtfully, hardly paying Thranduil any heed behind her. Something about her appearance was off. Perhaps the dress was the color? Her dark red hair had a tendency of clashing with most hues, and she had to be very conscious of the palettes she chose to adorn herself with. Perhaps it was the jewelry? Something less ornate may be the better choice. Perhaps it was the way she had styled her hair? With a frown, she tucked an unruly red lock behind her ear. Yes, that must be it.

When she felt Thranduil’s hand grip her leg and pulling her backwards, she gasped. Surprise quickly turned into excitement and she smirked, forgetting her previous dilemma as she wiggled her hips, rubbing herself against him. His hand on her chest made her breath quicken and she bit her lip, closing her eyes for a long moment as she savored his intoxicating touch. She turned around in his arms, pressing her bare chest against his and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Why don’t show me just how incredible, hm?” She purred, kissing him quickly before pulling away and smirking.

Thranduil closed his eyes when she kissed him, opening them slowly after she pulled back. He had enjoyed the feeling of her rubbing her hips back against his, but it was fleeting as she turned around in his arms.

"Show you, hm?" he mused, a smile dancing delicately over his lips. He leaned down and pushed her hair to the side in order to kiss her neck, and stole another glance into the mirror. Thranduil pressed one chaste kiss to her throat and then swiftly lifted her up onto his hips, ruffling with her dress to expose as much of her body as possible. Holding her up with one arm wrapped around her back, his other hand knotted itself up in her hair and pulled her into a deep, wet kiss.

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                ONE BROW ARCHES UPWARD,  her expression caught somewhere between amusement and confusion. “I… I suppose so, my lord,” she finally replies after a moment of silence, brow furrowing the slightest bit. “But perhaps not more than they deserve their freedom. And that many dragons — they may pose a danger to your kingdom, my lord.”

Thranduil paused, mouth open as if he was about to speak. After a moment, he closed his lips and pulled his brows together in confusion. "A danger to my kingdom?" he asked. "Well perhaps you might be right. Instead, I shall give away my 46 dragons, and take the one I gave you for myself." With that he nodded, all too serious, before taking another si ppl of his wine.

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He leaned forward in his seat, holding both arms out to his side. “What couldn’t I do with 47 dragons?” With wine glass in hand, he smirked and leaned back again, taking another sip. “I would simply have a lot of dragons.”

                  “YES, THAT YOU WOULD,”  she acknowledges, suppressing the urge to smile. “Although that may not be the wisest idea — I imagine they would be quite destructive,” she muses thoughtfully in the next moment. 

"Tauriel, you may be onto something," he nodded, after a moment of ponderous thought. A bright smile lit up his face, and he pressed his finger to his lips. "I started this night with tequila, but as long as I'm only seen drinking wine I'm okay! I think I deserve 47 dragons, wouldn't you say?"

Thranduil tsked, closing his eyes. “Can’t you have any good feelings whatsoever?” he asked, sort of joking. He didn’t want to regret what happened tonight, but it was weighing heavy on him. He still thought he should have stuck to his word and simply taken Laurelin to bed. “You can stay here, tonight, if you’d like. No more drunk sex though.” He wasn’t as intoxicated as she was, by far, but he could tell he was already ready to fall fast asleep.

“No.” She deadpanned. Good feelings weren’t exactly her… forte. She didn’t regret what had happened, not at all, but she had a way of viewing things with a pessimistic lens. Things didn’t tend to work out for her, so why expect this to be any different?

She rolled onto her side, her back to Thranduil. “No, I suppose that wouldnt be wise,” she agreed.

He opened his eyes when he felt Laurelin shift, and he sat up. "Perhaps that is your issue," he murmured, lifting himself off the bed. He bent over to pick up their clothes, folding them neatly enough to set them aside. Without a word, he strode across the room and into his private bathroom, shutting the door.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before grabbing a glass from his cabinet and filling it with water. With one more glamce in the mirror, he left the bathroom, and set the glass of water on the bedstand. "Would you like a tunic to sleep in?" he offered, though he figured she didn't care.

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He leaned forward in his seat, holding both arms out to his side. “What couldn’t I do with 47 dragons?” With wine glass in hand, he smirked and leaned back again, taking another sip. “I would simply have a lot of dragons.”