"Do you seriously plan to poison me? I might want to end your services!" Thranduil screamed, pushing the pot down on the oven. Lavender bubbles inside of it seemed to have come to life to worship Galathil as their creator.
The cook fled the Mirkwood kitchen.
Thranduil pulled the elleth behind to the big work bench. Her hands dug instantly into his hair and her mouth found his hungrily. They drowned each other in fiery kisses while the elf queen's hands disappeared in his breeches.
"What great dessert you are, my love!" The king panted, nibbling on her pointy ear.