The Elven Elf King Thranduil was quite distracted. He was attending a meeting of the Mirkwood Council, and Damian , being a consultant of Lindon, were a massive distraction for him. His eyes were only for Damian, but as Damian were in deep discussion with Eregion's consultant, Damian had yet to notice.

Thranduil was struggling, he really was. Damian Was So handsome, so clever, and there he was, sitting at the end of the table, trying to conceal the strain of his robes. The other Council members were oblivious to his personal issue, and he was glad of that, but he wanted the meeting to end, and fast.

His mind was racing with what he wanted to do to Damian, with Damian , for Damian. His imagination was running wild. He wanted to worship Damian like he were some divine being. And really, in his eyes, Damian was.

He was so distracted by Damian that he had no idea what the meeting was even supposed to be about anymore, but he vaguely heard someone mention money, and decided that that was the subject at hand. He was so utterly enamoured by The Dragon Prince Damian