TOLKIEN; imagines

8: In the Distance, my Dear-Thranduil

Imagine: Thranduil trying to point something out to you in the distance and leaning in so close that his lips brush your cheek.

A/N: Gif not mine and I forget who's imagine this is. And sorry this is so short.  Anyway, cute Thrandy ahead.

A cold breeze blew over the fields, rustling the tall grasses and bringing stormy, gray clouds with it. I wrapped my gray cloak tightly around my body as I shivered silently, cursing the weather for frowning upon our travels. Galadriel, Lady of Light, had called a very urgent meeting, requesting the most respected Elven strongholds to be represented. Thranduil had received a formal invitation asking him to be present. Being the queen of Mirkwood, Thranduil had asked me to accompany him. So now, the small party of Thranduil, a few guards and myself were journeying to Lorien and trying to beat the storm that was surely gaining on us.

Our little party reached the top of a hill when Thranduil pulled his elk to a halt.

"Leave us," Thranduil instructed his guards. "Cover our trail. We do not want unnecessary evils tracking us."

The guards left to follow their orders, leaving two behind as a precaution, the mail that hung from their helmets swung as they abruptly turned around to allow some privacy between Thranduil and I. 

Thranduil dismounted his horse and strutted over to mine, extending a hand to help me climb off. I accepted the offer and begun to climb off, when he enveloped me in his strong arms and gently placed me on the ground, before kissing my forehead.

"What was all that?" I asked jokingly,

"Mmm, nothing," Thranduil replied, a smug smile on his face and a loving glint in his eyes.

"Well it was quite sweet," I said, standing on my tiptoes and kissing Thranduil's cheek softly, only for him to hold me against his chest and nuzzle is face in the nape of my neck.

When he released me he looked into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" I asked happily.

"Over there. Galdriel's forests are just on the horizon," he sighed. "I hope we make it before the storm."

"I do wish that as well, but I don't see the forests," I said, casting a quizzical look in the direction Thranduil had pointed.

"Over there," he pointed, leaning in closer, the tips of his silky hair brushing the exposed skin on my shoulder.

"Where?" I asked, my eyebrows scrunching together.

"Meleth," he chuckled breathily. "Over there."

I felt soft skin brush against my cheek, and Thranduil jumped back covering his luscious lips with his slender hand, a soft blsuh quickly covering his soft skin.

I turned to look at him and saw his surprised expression, giggling at his polite childishness.

"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly.

"Thranduil, meleth nin, I am married to you. If you accidentally brush your lips against my cheek, I am going to think it is nothing but adorable," I replied.

His hand fell slowly away from his face, revealing a small shy smile that tugged at the corners of Thranduil's mouth.

"Oh, I love you meleth nin," Thranduil cooed and flung his arms around my neck like an excited toddler. My arms came up to caress his strong shoulders while holding just as close.

"As I you, my dear," I replied, giving his cheek a soft kiss.