intimeallfoulthingscomeforth { x }
There had been some months now since their last meeting
and the King was… surprisingly glad to see her yet again. He
brought his hand to his heart slowly and extended it towards
her in sign of respect as she walked into the room. Graceful,
only a few steps were necessary for him to be able to take
one of her hands, soft fingers guiding it to his mouth.
He looked up at her as he pressed his lips against her skin,
an unreadable gleam on his eyes.
“Ni veren an dhe ngovaned.”
He assured, his voice barely above a whisper.
The Queen couldn't deny being glad to see
Thranduil. Both had been so busy, they hadn't
seen the other in months. With guards close
behind her, she smiled as the Elvenking took
her hand. Sigrún could feel slight heat on her
cheeks from his small kiss on her fingers.
Her elvish wasn't very good - only just starting
to learn it - but she was sure it was either a greeting
or something about being pleased to see her.
"My Lord Thranduil, it's wonderful to see you."
She couldn't quite read his expression, but gave
him a bright smile.