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“Then, the investigation became a top secret meeting in a room full of broomsticks and cleaning tools. Erestor, Tindómiel, Thranduil and I were squeezed like thieves, discussing the matter. The secret council was stopped midway as a servant opened the door to fetch a bucket and brushes. Imagine being a staff member of the castle and find four important people sitting in undignified positions and whispering like criminals. Miel was sitting on my lap. It’s a good thing she’s my niece, the domestic won’t think too much of it. I can’t say the same for Erestor who was settled between Thranduil’s legs and was caressing his thighs because he could, with Thranduil poking his stomach (Erestor is ticklish. He kicked me because he was squirming too much).”
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Elrond.
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