"Come back to bed." Thranduil said, his voice a deep murmur from across the room. He had woken to you no longer curled up beside him but instead standing at his large window, looking out into the night as if deep in thought. The Queen was away in Lothlorien, visiting her parents as she often did. It had been an arranged marriage, nothing more than politics. You, her handmaiden, had been seeing the Elvenking in secrecy for a little while now. What had started as harmless flirtation soon grew into something bigger and now you were both seemingly tangled up in something that felt difficult to escape.