Since I'm not *entirely* evil, here is the *real* semi-drabble I wrote for menegroth's birthday - in English and everything! :P Sorry about the confusion - she started it! ^_^

Title: A Perfect Picture
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG
Pairing: Turgon/Ecthelion
Summary: Even Kings have bad days.

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His father had always told him, ever since he was a child, that a King was only a King because of the love of his people and as such, it was important to keep that love and to return it. People would not follow a King they never saw, who thought himself better than they.

With this in mind, Turgon made sure he regularly left his palace and went into the city, mingling with the people. He often went on market day, enjoying the atmosphere and the stalls with their interesting wares. He usually made a purchase too – to the delight of the lucky stall-holder.

Today, however, had not been market day. Today he had visited the largest of the three schools that the city contained and spent his day amongst the children.

He could not remember the last time he had been so tired. Idril had been a handful, but she was only one. A room full of loud, excited children, eager to impress their King with pictures, models and games, had been completely overwhelming. Turgon was quite sure he had been in quieter battles.

Ah, but at least the day was over now. Soon he would be back in his quarters, away from the noise and chaos. Better still, Ecthelion would be there, as he had a free day today. As his thoughts turned to his lover, he smiled. Tall, handsome Ecthelion, who had stolen his heart with his quiet dignity and gentle nature. With luck he would spend the evening wrapped in those loving arms, enjoying some well-earned peace, quiet and calm.

His smile became a grin as he reached his rooms, the thoughts of a night with Ecthelion already pushing away the stresses of that day. Positively beaming, he pushed open the door.

His face fell the moment he saw inside.

Ecthelion sat cross-legged on the floor, wearing old leggings and a loose, worn tunic. His hair was pulled back into an untidy braid and he was surrounded by paints, canvases and various other items pertaining to art. In fact, aside from the quality of the work – which was exquisite – it looked almost exactly like one of the school rooms he had only just escaped.

Hearing his lover enter, Ecthelion looked up. “Welcome home, love!” he said brightly.

Turgon took in the sight of his lover, who looked anything but dignified, and sank into a chair. Shaking his head despairingly, he covered his face with his hands, wondering just what he’d done to deserve this, while Ecthelion stared at his King in bemusement and wondered why the King had just sat down on a painting of a golden flower.

END

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