Title: Uncivilised
Author: Tuxedo Elf
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Thranduil/Rúmil
Summary: Idle gossip in the halls of Mirkwood

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“I don’t know why his majesty allows it. It is completely unnecessary - there are plenty of Elves here who could do the job admirably.” The Elf turned his nose up at the thought.

“I agree,” his companion nodded, her face showing her distaste. “Nor do I think that associating with one so… common… uncivilised… is the best way to improve relations between the realms. If you ask me, the King is fooling himself if he thinks it will.”

The first Elf nodded in agreement and would have replied, had another not spoken first. “Is that so?”

Both of the gossiping Elves turned in horror to see the King and his honour-guard standing behind them.

“No, no, your majesty,” the female stuttered, “all I meant was, well…”

“I think I know what it was you meant,” Thranduil replied evenly. “However I would remind you that it is I who run this realm and it is my decision as to how that is done.” He took a step closer, staring the other two down and smirking as they shrunk away. “Unless you feel you could do a better job than I?”

They shook their heads together, lost for words.

“As I thought,” Thranduil said. He gave the two a disgusted look. “Should I ever hear of you speaking in such a way again, you will be assigned a year of stable duty, regardless of your station.” Shaking his head he left, his guard following behind him.

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When they reached his private wing, Thranduil turned to his companion. “I am sorry you heard that. I hope it did not make you feel unwelcome. I would have the few years you have here be pleasant ones.”

Rúmil smiled, sitting on the bed to pull off his boots. “Not at all - it takes rather more than idle gossip to unsettle me. However, I fear they may be right.”

Thranduil frowned. “Whatever do you mean?”

Rolling into the centre of the bed, Rúmil stretched and looked at his lover with a seductive gaze as he played with the ties of his tunic. “I can be very common and uncivilised.”

A wicked grin spread over the King’s face as he moved to join Rúmil. “That is delightful news.” Bending down, he kissed the Lorien Elf passionately, groaning when the Galadhel grabbed him roughly, pulling him closer. “I feel sorry for those poor fools. They do not know what they are missing. Yet I think I am glad. I would not want to share you.”

“Never,” Rúmil purred, nibbling on Thranduil’s ear. “This common Elf is all yours.”

Thranduil chuckled. "My uncivilised Galadhel. May you never change!”

END

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