#unless sparring even brushing the king's hair is intimate

[gildinbainas]

"Just… stop talking." 💋 //Hendrikson :3c

“Shut Up” Kiss starters

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Thranduil didn't know why he allowed the halfling to cross barriers that few were allowed to where it concerned the Elvenking. Aside from Bard, another human whom he had come to appreciate a great deal, no other human had been allowed to sit near him, let alone share a cup of Elven wine. But he supposed his willingness to let his guard down around Hendrikson was rooted in the man's initial introduction months back. Elves were rather vain creatures --- even the ones who claimed not to be. He wasn't ashamed to say that part of the appeal to being an elf was the way their own natural aura seemed to hypnotize those around him. And he, as king, spent a great many years using that to his advantage.

In the case of Hendrikson however, there was no need. He too was part elf, but it was the deformity surrounding his ears that fascinated the king. Upon his initial introduction, the nomad wasted no time revealing this part of himself that most elves would have hidden forever if possible. Elves were meant to be PERFECT, exotic creatures whom everyone longed to be or within their airspace in general. It shocked the king initially though he never revealed as much that day. It was something he pondered in silence half wondering if there was still some angle being worked with such a huge reveal. It had taken many months for Thranduil to drop his guard and though his son still wasn't buying Hendrikson's act, Thranduil cast his son's doubt aside hoping it wouldn't end badly for his people. And speaking of the halfling…

Thranduil was seated at his vanity when he looked up to find Hendrikson watching him from afar. A thick, wooden brush was being pulled through strands of snow white hair that seemed to always keep its perfect form. Silence ensued between them with the human finally approaching the Elvenking. It is only then would Thranduil set aside his brush and stand, turning to face him.

"I do believe this is the first time you have ever had the audacity to seek me within my sleeping quarters. How is it that you still have your head? Surely they didn't simply let you wander this far without questioning your---"

He blinked, standing there in something of a stunned silence as his brain took forever to process the moment at hand. He had been abruptly silenced --- something he was not accustomed to in the slightest --- and in a manner that would have his son firing arrows without thinking. Indeed it was a good thing no one was around. The shock written upon his features was more than enough to have his Elven Guard reacting at once with their best intentions except…

Except when the shock of what had happened finally wore off, Hendrikson pulled away leaving the Elvenking standing there in a stunned silence. Did he not know what it meant to kiss another elf in their culture? Was this an err on his part as a half human? Thranduil could not be certain, but rather than address it, he simply turned away composing himself despite being extremely flustered. When he was certain he could face the other with a straight face, he turned, sweeping past him rather quickly with his long golden gown sweeping the ground in his wake. "We will drink our nightcap downstairs then I must call it a night."