"Would the one who brought us here not know?" And were there not ways to find out from such a person? But then the other was stepping in close - much too close, all told - and reaching up to cradle his head. It was surprising, moreso because, for all that he knows full well that his natural inclination would have been to pull back, far back, he doesn't. In fact, he does the opposite, and leans further in, and then the other....
The murmured words were the only warning he had, and they weren't much as warnings went. Thranduil was about to ask him when his mouth became otherwise occupied.
He did not want to kiss him, but at the same time could not seem to help himself, could not seem to pull back and avoid being kissed. And - horrors - he was kissing back, leaning into this, and the entire thing was snarling all of his thoughts.
What was going on? What was happening? Was this the fault of the stranger in front of him or another part in the one who had brought them there? At the moment it didn't seem to matter, and it was certainly out of his control.
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The murmured words were the only warning he had, and they weren't much as warnings went. Thranduil was about to ask him when his mouth became otherwise occupied.
He did not want to kiss him, but at the same time could not seem to help himself, could not seem to pull back and avoid being kissed. And - horrors - he was kissing back, leaning into this, and the entire thing was snarling all of his thoughts.
What was going on? What was happening? Was this the fault of the stranger in front of him or another part in the one who had brought them there? At the moment it didn't seem to matter, and it was certainly out of his control.