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- - "My grandfather doesn’t need to know." He responded, looking up to the elf with piercing eyes, an arrogant smirk on his face. He was still a prince, yes, a prince with eyes for the elf. He had walked into the throneroom, and Thorin had been enraptured by the king’s beauty. Upon seeing him leave, he’d vowed to find where he was staying. "Unless you fear my grandfather. Afraid to get in a bit of trouble?"
"I do not fear your grandfather, no more than I fear any of your kin. How ever, I am surprised you do not fear me young one." He smirked,"Also a little surprised you can reach my lips to begin with." He chuckled, poking fun at the dwarfs smaller stature.
Thranduil had noticed the young prince, noticing him. What a delicious blow to the dwarf king it would be to dirty his precious grandson. Thranduil liked his lips,"Although I do not mind your attentions, you are by far the most attractive dwarfling I have seen."








