After a very awkward breakfast filled to the brim with silence and short replies from Legolas, Thranduil walks me to his throne room. And regardless of his female guard standing by he gestures to me from his throne.
"My little elf... Come, sit." He pats his lap gently and I, with a blush, oblige. He wraps a lazy arm around my waist, pulling me closer and catches a sly glance down my dress. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear calmly, making my cheeks heat up.
"I doubt you are ready for how I will ravish you come our wedding night." He murmurs suggestively. I blush and place my hand on his chest.
"You should never doubt your Queen, Thranduil..." I banter in a hushed tone to which he smirks.
"This is true. But I know I will have you shaking and mewling by dawn." He teases.
I raise a brow.
"Or will I have you in such a state." I whisper, kissing his neck.
"Would you have me make Tauriel to leave so we can test that theory?" He asks in a hushed tone. I chuckle.
"I am insulted you think I am so easy to seduce, my king." I hum
"My apologies, I will woo you, my love." He smirks
"Let's make this a bit more.... Interesting. The first one to sway the other decides the wedding theme." I hum with a smirk.
"Challenge accepted, my love." He grins, pulling me into a kiss

((I am so sorry to the handful of people who have been reading this, I intend to update WAY more often. I have been moving houses and my, my has that been fun. Either way, hope you enjoyed, even though it has been hella short. I am soon releasing a book of Thranduil Oneshots. So I really hope you enjoy the way I write him. Leave your thoughts and suggestions in the comments if you have any. Another update coming soon. Have a lovely day/night, my darlings))