#galion simps

[earthlybeam]

Could you do Galion and Meludir how it would be if you were like Thranduil’s daughter? So the princess of Mirkwood dating (or secretly dating idk) a servant/ guard

how would the elves react to this?

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Galion, Meludir Versions are below.

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What they do together (secret dating)

𖦹 Your relationship with Galion is built on the tenderness of shared moments, the weight of secrecy, and the quiet affection that grows in the shadows of Mirkwood’s court. As Thranduil’s trusted butler, Galion is often at the center of palace life, serving your father and managing the household, but when he’s with you, everything else fades into the background. Your bond is a secret you both fiercely protect, and the passion between you smolders quietly, waiting for stolen moments of intimacy.

𖦹 Late-Night Encounters in Hidden Chambers After the palace has fallen silent and the last of the royal guests have retired for the night, you slip away from your chambers to meet Galion in the quiet, forgotten corners of the palace. His room, tucked away from the prying eyes of other servants, becomes your haven. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you are finally alone. Galion’s fingers brush over your skin with the gentlest touch, and though his expression remains as composed as ever, his eyes—those sharp, intelligent eyes—are full of longing. Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s both urgent and tender, as if time itself might stop if you linger long enough.

𖦹 Stolen Kisses in the Gardens When the moon is high, and the palace gardens are bathed in silver light, Galion leads you through the darkened paths, away from the servants and court. The scent of night-blooming flowers fills the air as he draws you close. In the seclusion of a hidden grove, his lips meet yours once more, slower this time, with more intensity. His hands are gentle but firm on your back, holding you close, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispers, “In another life, perhaps…” The words hang in the air, laden with a heavy mix of love and despair.

𖦹 The library is a place of quiet solace, and it’s here where Galion occasionally leaves you small, handwritten notes on scraps of parchment, hidden among the pages of books you’ve borrowed. In the dim candlelight, you sit together between the shelves, pretending to read, but your hearts are focused on one another. When you meet his gaze, you see the flicker of affection that no one else sees. His lips brush your ear as he leans in, whispering softly, “You are the light of my darkened world, but you must never know how deeply I feel.” You hold onto those words like a secret treasure, knowing that, for now, they are all you can have.

𖦹 A Shared Dance in the Quiet of the Palace There are moments when the grand halls of the palace are empty, the music of the night faded into silence. Galion takes your hand, his fingers warm and strong, and leads you to the center of the great ballroom. There’s no audience, no one to watch—just the two of you, dancing in the quiet, with the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. His movements are fluid, graceful, and he pulls you closer, his breath a whisper on your neck as he murmurs, “If only we could dance like this every night, for all to see.” The weight of his words lingers in the stillness, and for a brief moment, it feels as though the entire world belongs to you both.

𖦹 Secret Letters and Tokens of Affection Galion’s love for you is woven into the small, secret tokens he leaves behind—sometimes a carved wooden charm, sometimes a single wildflower from the palace grounds, hidden in your chambers. Each piece is a reminder of him, of the affection that burns so brightly beneath the surface. One evening, he leaves a letter in a book on your desk, written in the finest ink, but his words are filled with such longing that it nearly breaks your heart: “I wish for nothing but to hold you, to love you, as the world spins around us. But here we are, bound by duty and the constraints of a life we never chose.”

𖦹 A Forbidden Touch in the Shadows In the corridors of the palace, amidst the bustle of servants and guards, Galion finds ways to slip his hand into yours for just a moment. No one notices—no one can—because the touch is fleeting, but in that brief instant, you feel the weight of the world shift. His fingers tighten around yours in silent reassurance, the connection between you both undeniable. His touch, though brief, is full of everything unspoken—love, longing, and a quiet promise that no matter how impossible it seems, he will always be there for you.

𖦹 The Pain of Parting Every time you must part, there’s an ache that settles in your chest. As you stand in the shadows, away from the watchful eyes of the palace, Galion brushes his lips against your forehead, his hands cupping your face gently. “I will wait for the day when this secret no longer keeps us apart,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Until then, we must be patient, my princess. The world does not understand our love, but that does not mean it isn’t real.” The words, though filled with hope, are laced with the bitter knowledge that for now, your love must remain hidden.

𖦹 The Moment of Escape On rare occasions, when the weight of duty and the royal expectations become too heavy, you and Galion manage to escape for just a little while. You slip away from the palace, into the secluded corners of Mirkwood, where the trees offer cover and the sound of the forest becomes the soundtrack to your secret life. In these moments, there is no king, no crown, no responsibility—just the two of you, finding solace in each other’s presence. Galion’s arms are always the place you feel most at home, and when he holds you close, there’s no fear, no looming consequences. Just peace.

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𖦹 Secret Wine Tastings: Galion knows the royal cellars better than anyone, and every now and then, he sneaks a bottle of the finest wine—one your father would never approve of. Late at night, he leads you to a quiet, dimly lit room, away from the court. The rich, deep colors of the wine are reflected in the soft candlelight as Galion pours each glass with careful precision. He teaches you how to distinguish the flavors, and you giggle when you fail to guess the year correctly. As you sip together, the intimacy of the moment deepens, and you forget about the royal expectations. Sometimes, his hand brushes against yours, and the spark that passes between you is undeniable. In these quiet, private moments, you feel more than just his affection—you feel a shared rebellion against the constraints of your life.

𖦹 Late-Night Conversations: When the palace is bathed in the quiet of the night, you meet with Galion in the shadows of the empty halls. The flicker of candlelight illuminates his face as you talk—sometimes about trivial things, like the latest gossip at court, or sometimes about deeper matters. You share your frustrations with him, the weight of your royal duties, and the constant scrutiny of your every move. Galion listens intently, his sharp wit and humor always ready to lighten the mood. He teases you, making you laugh even when you don’t feel like it. His presence is comforting, and in these stolen moments, you can breathe freely. With him, you forget the crown you bear, if only for a little while.

𖦹 Stolen Dances: After the grand feasts, when the courtiers have left and the music fades, Galion finds a way to pull you onto the deserted dance floor. He twirls you playfully, humming an old tune that only the two of you know. His steps are often a bit clumsy, but the joy in his face makes it endearing. You laugh quietly, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you sway together in the stillness of the room. These secret dances feel like a world of their own, where the rules don’t apply, and it’s just the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the night. The world may never know, but in that moment, you are free.

𖦹 Letters and Hidden Notes: Galion’s affection is not always expressed with words spoken aloud; sometimes it’s the little gestures that mean the most. He slips small, handwritten notes into your gowns, often when you least expect it. A few lines of a poem, a teasing remark, or an inside joke—each note is a reminder of his presence, even when he’s not near. Occasionally, you find a note tucked between the pages of a book or hidden in a drawer. His writing is neat and precise, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in it that makes your heart flutter. The notes are small treasures, little keepsakes from him, reminders that your bond is still alive, even in the spaces between your meetings.

𖦹 Adventures in the Kitchens: When the palace is quiet and most of the staff have retired for the night, Galion leads you into the kitchens. You two have a secret agreement to make impromptu meals together—chaotic, often ridiculous dishes that leave the cooks shaking their heads the next morning. Flour is thrown, pots clatter, and you laugh until your stomach hurts. Galion’s mischievous grin is always there as you sneak ingredients and create the most unrefined meals. You both are so caught up in the joy of the moment that you forget the palace politics and your royal roles. It’s just the two of you—working side by side, sharing in the simple pleasure of creating something together, even if it’s a culinary disaster.

𖦹 Playful Arguments: No matter how serious your life might be, Galion always finds a way to inject humor into the darkest moments. You find yourselves debating—playfully, of course—about court gossip, wine preferences, or the best way to wear your hair. These debates, often trivial and light-hearted, become the very moments you treasure. In these playful arguments, there’s an underlying affection, a warmth that only the two of you share. Galion is a master of banter, always challenging you to think in different ways. But beneath it all, you can see the care and admiration he holds for you. Even in the midst of conflict, it’s clear that his heart belongs to you.

𖦹 Hidden Keepsakes: Galion is thoughtful, always finding ways to show his affection in small, meaningful ways. He gifts you little tokens of his love—things he’s either found or crafted himself. A carved wooden charm, a small dried flower from the royal gardens, or a delicate necklace made of intricate silver threads. Each keepsake is imbued with his care and thoughtfulness, and they mean the world to you. These small tokens may be hidden in your chambers, tucked away in secret corners of the palace, but they carry the weight of Galion’s love for you. Whenever you see them, your heart swells with the memory of his touch, of the moments shared in secret.

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Secret dating - sharing stolen moments

𖦹 The grand library of the Elvenking’s halls was more than just a collection of ancient tomes and scrolls. To many, it was a place of knowledge, a retreat for reflection or study. To you, the princess of Mirkwood, it was a refuge from the weight of expectations and the world outside. A place to breathe freely and escape the constant scrutiny of the court. But it had become something more—a secret sanctuary. You pretended to read, your fingers tracing the ancient script of a dusty book, though your mind was elsewhere, always waiting. The soft rustle of parchment mingled with the distant sounds of the palace, a calm, soothing atmosphere that gave no indication of the thrill growing in your chest. Your eyes skimmed the pages, but all you could focus on was the quiet anticipation, the knowledge that Galion would soon appear. And then, a shift in the air—subtle, barely perceptible. You looked up. Across the room, just beyond the shelves lined with books of history and lore, Galion was there. His figure barely noticeable at first, as always, careful not to draw attention. He was dressed in his usual servant’s attire, his posture as dignified and calm as it had always been, but there was something different now. Something in his eyes, soft and knowing, that spoke to the secret shared between you.

𖦹 He moved slowly, deliberately, his footsteps so quiet that they were almost inaudible against the stone floor. His gaze never left you as he navigated through the labyrinth of bookshelves, eyes dark with longing and care. As he approached, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips—slow and restrained, the kind of smile only you were meant to see. You shifted slightly, pretending to adjust your position, your book now nothing but a prop. Your heart beat faster, but you willed yourself to stay composed, the princess you were trained to be. No one could ever know of the bond between you and Galion, not when it was so far beyond what should be. And yet, when he stood before you, it felt as though time had stopped. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet. He leaned in, his presence so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. Galion’s hand gently brushed against yours, a casual touch that was anything but. His fingers brushed your skin with the lightest of movements, the contact electrifying and soft. The air between you seemed charged with the quiet excitement of a secret that could never be spoken.

𖦹 A fleeting glance, and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Galion leaned in even closer. His lips, ever so gentle, brushed against yours in a soft, stolen kiss. It was brief but deep, a single moment in time where everything felt real. His lips lingered on yours for the briefest second before he pulled away just enough to look at you, his breath soft and warm against your cheek. “Not a word,” he whispered, his voice low, barely audible against the backdrop of silence. You nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest, a mix of excitement and fear. You both knew this was dangerous, that the king’s halls were full of eyes, but in the library, it felt like a world of your own. Galion’s hand lingered on your arm for a moment longer before he pulled back, straightening his posture and giving you a small, knowing smile. His eyes twinkled, and for a moment, you almost forgot the weight of your royal responsibilities, the weight of your title, the weight of your future.

𖦹 The moment passed as quickly as it had come, and Galion moved back, blending into the shadows of the shelves, as if he had never been there at all. He knew the importance of discretion, and as much as your heart longed for more, you both understood that the secret was the only thing keeping you safe. You returned to your book, but the warmth of the kiss lingered. The faint taste of wine on his lips, the whisper of his touch—it was all you could think of. But even in your heart, you knew the truth: this was a love that could never be freely spoken, not in the halls of Mirkwood, not in your world. Still, in the quiet corners of the library, you would steal these moments. Small, hidden, fleeting, yet unforgettable.

💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻

What they do together (secret dating)

𑁍 Your connection with Meludir is an intense and quiet passion, one born out of shared moments and whispered words in the shadows. As a scout for Mirkwood, Meludir’s life is one of constant motion, of being on the edges of the kingdom, away from the politics of the court. But when he’s with you, the world outside fades, and all that matters is the closeness between you two, the stolen moments that make your heart ache with longing.

𑁍 Stolen Moments in the Forest’s Embrace Deep within Mirkwood’s heart, where the trees are thick and the world feels like it belongs only to you two, Meludir waits for you. You slip away from the palace, through the dense underbrush, and find him waiting with a faint smile and open arms. The moonlight filters through the branches, bathing the two of you in silvery light. His fingers brush your cheek, and in that instant, the world feels suspended in time. A kiss follows—gentle at first, slow and full of the unspoken affection between you both. In the silence of the forest, where no one can see, you allow yourselves to be free.

𑁍 Quiet Whispered Words Beneath the Trees In these hidden places, Meludir speaks to you with a vulnerability that few ever see. His words are low and filled with longing. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear, “I think of a life where there are no walls between us, no rules to follow.” His voice is soft, his words raw with emotion. “But we live in the shadows, and our love must remain there, for now.” His breath against your skin sends a shiver through you, a reminder of how much you wish the world could be different.

𑁍 Touching Without Words During your secret meetings, there are moments where no words are needed. When you are close, his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise. A shared glance is enough to communicate everything: the depth of your feelings, the ache of being apart. His hand brushes against your arm in quiet affection as you walk together, your bodies close, yet still aware of the dangers. The heat between you both builds with every fleeting touch, each one full of passion but masked by the need for secrecy.

𑁍 Secret Kisses in Hidden Places Meludir’s kisses are urgent but tender, filled with the kind of desire that only grows in secrecy. Under the cover of night, you press your lips against his, feeling the heat of his touch and the softness of his mouth. His kisses are a promise, a taste of the life you could have, but one that must remain out of reach for now. His hands hold you tight, as if fearing that letting go will make the moment disappear. Each kiss lingers longer than the last, as though you both are savoring the time you have before you are forced to part.

𑁍 The Comfort of His Arms When the world feels overwhelming, Meludir is your refuge. In the solitude of the forest or a quiet corner of the palace, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as though protecting you from the very kingdom you are bound to rule. There, in the comfort of his embrace, you can finally relax, your worries momentarily forgotten. He holds you tightly, whispering soft assurances into your hair: “No matter the cost, I will always find my way back to you, my princess.”

𑁍 Gifts of Affection On quiet mornings, Meludir leaves small tokens for you—often something he’s found during his travels through the woods. A flower, a carved piece of wood, or a delicate feather—simple things, yet full of meaning. You keep them close, treasures hidden in the deepest part of your chambers, reminders of his love and devotion. In return, you gift him something precious—a piece of jewelry that belonged to your mother, a token that speaks of your own affection, your trust in him, even though the world would never understand.

𑁍 The Silent Vow of Devotion One evening, while hidden in the shadows of the trees, Meludir takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes with an intensity that makes your heart race. “I cannot promise you a life free of struggle,” he says, his voice firm but full of emotion. “But I can promise you this: I will always fight for us, even if it’s in the quietest of ways, even if no one else sees it. You will always be my heart, no matter what happens.” The vow, though unspoken, hangs heavy between you—an unbreakable bond, even if it’s one forged in secrecy.

𑁍 An Unspoken Bond During Patrols On the rare occasions when Meludir is called to guard or patrol near the palace, you steal away to where he is, hidden in the trees or the edges of the garden. Even in the light of day, the mere proximity to him is enough to send your heart racing. As he stands watch, you walk up quietly, and without a word, he pulls you into the shadows of the forest. There, he kisses you with a passion that is both a reminder of the danger you live under and a promise of the love that still burns between you.

𑁍 Shared Dreams of a Future Together When the night is quiet, and you’ve shared a rare moment of peace, you talk about a future where your love is no longer a secret. A future where you can walk through Mirkwood’s forest hand-in-hand without fear, where no title, no royal decree, and no King’s command can keep you apart. “Perhaps one day,” Meludir says, his voice full of hope, “we will no longer have to hide. Perhaps one day, we will be free.”

𑁍 The Heartache of Separation Every time your time together comes to an end, there is a deep ache in your chest. Meludir holds you close, his lips brushing your forehead, whispering a promise: “This will not be the last time.” And while you can’t be sure when or how things will change, there is one truth that remains—your love for him is undeniable, and no matter the constraints of your duties, the bond between you and Meludir can never be broken.

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𑁍 Midnight Meetings in Hidden Glades: The darkness of night is your ally, and under its cover, you sneak away from the palace to meet Meludir. He waits for you in the quietest, most secluded part of the forest, where the moonlight flickers through the thick canopy of trees. When you step into the clearing, Meludir is already there, his eyes gleaming with affection as he pulls you into his arms. The world around you seems to fall away as he whispers promises of love and devotion, his voice low and intimate. “Here, in this quiet place, we are free,” he murmurs, and for a few precious moments, it feels like the entire world belongs to just the two of you.

𑁍 Lingering Touches During Patrols: Meludir’s duties as a scout keep him on the move, but when you visit him under the guise of checking on his patrols, your heart races with anticipation. As you pass him, you press a small token of your affection into his hand—a carved stone, a flower, something small but meaningful. Your fingers linger, a fleeting but electric touch that speaks volumes. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your fingers, the silent promise of the next time you’ll meet in secret. These brief moments, filled with longing, are enough to sustain you both until you can slip away again.

𑁍 Secret Kisses Among the Trees: The forest is your sanctuary, and in its depths, you steal moments that belong only to you and Meludir. In the shadowed embrace of the trees, he leans in to kiss you, his lips gentle but insistent. The kiss is brief but intense, full of longing and desire. The sound of the wind in the leaves and the soft rustle of branches is all that surrounds you, and for that moment, nothing else matters. These stolen kisses, hidden from the eyes of the world, feel like eternity in his arms. You know that your time together is fleeting, but the connection between you is undeniable, and each kiss fuels the fire of your love.

𑁍 Coded Messages: As a scout, Meludir has learned the art of subtlety, and he uses his skills to send you secret messages. The notes are carefully hidden—tucked into hollowed-out trees, beneath stones, or in places where only you would know to look. The runes are written in an ancient elvish code, a language only the two of you fully understand. Each message is a reminder of the connection between you, a way to stay close even when you cannot meet. The final lines often read something like, “Meet me where the stars touch the water,” a cryptic message that signals when and where your next secret meeting will be.

𑁍 Sharing a Cloak in the Chill of the Night: On colder nights, when the air bites at your skin and the stars shine coldly above, Meludir offers you the warmth of his cloak. As you both sit side by side, watching the sky, his arm slips around you, pulling you closer. The warmth of his body shields you from the chill, but it’s the closeness you crave. The feeling of his heart beating against yours, the soft pressure of his body against yours, fills you with a sense of peace that nothing else can offer. In these moments, when the world feels so vast and the dangers so close, Meludir’s arms are a sanctuary, a promise that no matter what happens, you will always have each other.

𑁍 Carved Tokens of Love: Meludir expresses his love through small, meaningful gestures. He spends hours carving little tokens for you—wooden figures of birds, leaves, or stars, each one imbued with the quiet devotion he feels for you. These small creations are left for you to find when you are apart. They are reminders of his presence, even when you cannot be together. When you find one, you press flowers into his hands in return, each one carefully chosen for its symbolism. “Keep this close until we meet again,” you whisper to him, and he tucks the flowers into his cloak, holding them as if they are the most precious things in the world.

𑁍 Whispered Words of Devotion: As dawn begins to threaten the end of your secret meetings, Meludir holds you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. The weight of the world seems to press down on you both, but for now, in this moment, there is only the love you share. He whispers words of devotion into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “No matter where the world takes us, I will find my way back to you,” he promises, his words steady, a vow that echoes in the stillness of the morning. As you stand there, wrapped in his embrace, you know that despite the risks, despite the dangers, this love will endure. His promise is the thread that ties you together, no matter the distance or time apart.

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Secret dating - sharing stolen moments

𑁍 The night had settled over Mirkwood like a blanket, the shadows of the trees stretching long and deep into the heart of the forest. The stars shone faintly through the gaps in the dense canopy above, but the moonlight was pale and distant, casting only soft beams upon the forest floor. The air was crisp, carrying with it the familiar scent of earth, moss, and the promise of rain. Meludir led you through the thick underbrush, his steps sure and light despite the darkness surrounding you. The sounds of the forest seemed to fall silent around him, as if the trees themselves recognized the quiet intensity of the moment. His hand brushed against yours as he guided you forward, fingers slipping between yours in a gesture so familiar and comforting, you could almost forget the world around you.

𑁍 You had always been careful-careful to keep your relationship with Meludir a secret from your father, careful to never let anyone discover the tenderness between the two of you. Being Thranduil's daughter came with its own set of burdens, the weight of expectations heavy on your shoulders, the weight of your father's duty to the kingdom pressing down on every decision you made. But here, with Meludir, none of that mattered. In the solitude of the forest, you could escape the gilded cage of court life, if only for a few stolen moments. The Watchtower loomed ahead of you, an ancient structure long forgotten by most of Mirkwood's people. The stone walls, weathered by centuries of wind and rain, stood against the encroaching darkness like a silent sentinel watching over the land. It was here, away from the prying eyes of the kingdom, that Meludir had brought you countless times before—a sanctuary in the heart of the forest.

𑁍 The door to the tower creaked open, its hinges long neglected, but Meludir's hand was gentle as he ushered you inside. The space was simple, just a small room with a narrow staircase leading to the upper platform, offering a breathtaking view of the sprawling woodland below. The scent of old stone mixed with the fresh, earthy air from the open window, and the soft breeze stirred the loose strands of your hair. As you stepped further inside, you could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words that hung between you, neither of you daring to speak of the inevitable separation that always came too soon. Meludir's eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of something-something deeper than the usual warmth and affection. There was longing in his gaze, a desperate kind of yearning that mirrored your own. "I shouldn't have brought you here," he murmured, his voice low, rough with emotion. He stepped closer, his hand moving to rest against the stone wall beside you, as if the touch of it could ground him. "This place... it's not safe. If anyone were to find us..." His words trailed off, and you could see the worry in his eyes—the fear that you would be discovered. But you only shook your head, a soft smile curving your lips as you placed a hand on his chest. "I trust you, Meludir. Here, with you... I feel more alive than I ever have. More free than I ever could be in the palace."

𑁍 His gaze softened, and for a moment, he seemed to lose himself in the depths of your eyes. The weight of his responsibility, the danger of being caught, seemed to fall away, leaving only the quiet connection between you. His hand rose to your cheek, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin as if memorizing the sensation. You closed your eyes, leaning into the touch, the heat of his palm seeping into your skin. “I don't want to lose you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "I don't want to be the reason you lose everything. You're the daughter of the Elvenking. You deserve more than a scout who spends his nights sneaking around in the shadows." His words were a quiet echo of the insecurities that haunted him-his doubts about his worth, his place in your world. But you wouldn't let him go down that path, not now, not when you needed him so desperately. You reached up to take his hand in both of yours, pulling him closer. "I don't care about titles," you whispered, your voice barely a breath against his lips. "I care about you. This— us—it's all that matters to me." The vulnerability in his eyes softened, and his lips met yours in a kiss that was slow at first, tentative, as if each of you were testing the waters of something too precious to lose. But soon, that tenderness was replaced by something more urgent, more consuming, as if the world outside this moment had no claim on either of you.

𑁍 His hands moved to your waist, pulling you against him, the warmth of his body pressing into yours. You could feel his heartbeat, fast and uneven, matching your own, as if your souls had found their rhythm together. The kiss deepened, a dance of lips and breath, a desperate, beautiful connection that both of you had longed for in secret. In the darkness of the tower, time seemed to stretch and bend, the world outside forgotten. The scent of the forest mixed with the heat of the moment, filling your senses as Meludir's hands slid down your back, pulling you closer still, his touch gentle yet insistent, as if he feared this moment would slip away too quickly. You had always felt safe in the forest, but here, in his arms, you felt a kind of peace you had never known. The rest of the world-your father, your duty, the constraints of being the princess of Mirkwood-faded into nothingness. There was only the feeling of his lips against yours, the softness of his touch, and the steady presence of his heart beating in time with your own. And for just a moment, there was no right or wrong, no rules or titles-only Meludir, and the world that seemed to disappear with each kiss.