mistletoe meme

[burping]

 
mistletoe meme
comment with your character
bam, now your character is under some mistletoe.
no moving until you lock lips with someone.
easy as it sounds.

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thranduil / tolkien

[firith]

[ standing at about 6'7", enjoy breaking your neck. ]

she likes a tall man ;)

[desperate_times]

In a bind, your majesty?

[Chloe is a bit amused. She too was bound under mistletoe for a time.]

[firith]

Somewhat.

[ Whether she obliges or not is up to her, but he is curious to see which route she takes after acclimatising himself to her playful nature. After all, he's the one trapped. ]

[desperate_times]

[Chloe approaches and then proceeds to walk around him slowly. Yes, she's taking a good look. Hope he doesn't mind. Of course, he can't really do anything about that at the moment.]

It's a crime to keep one as handsome as you locked in a cage.

[She stops before him and smiles.]

Though, in a strange way, there is also a certain appeal.

[firith]

[ His hands clasp neatly in the small of a long back, shoulders squared as he retains excellent posture. The prowling doesn't bother him, and he watches her steadily without moving his head each time Chloe wanders into view.

After a beat, he leans down to put himself more of a height with her. ]

And how can you truly judge such an appeal without first sampling of it?

[desperate_times]

[At least she's tall for a (human) woman, standing at an above average 5'9".]

I hardly think you would disappoint.

[She takes a couple slow steps toward him.]

Are you tempting me? [She teases.] Because it sounds like you are.

[firith]

[ She makes for quite the short Elf by comparison, as Legolas would know. ]

That all depends, my lady, on what you find the real temptation about me.

[rangerandking]

Is it far more dire? {Aragorn makes no move to free Thranduil, but his eyes are warm and filled with mischief.}

[firith]

[ Uh oh, he teased the Dúnadan. Thranduil briefly considers building a new home around his own boots, since he probably isn't going anywhere in a hurry with that tease on the horizon. ]

I can hardly bear to stand much longer.

[ He says, while exerting perfect posture. Grey eyes linger on Aragorn, watchful as a cat from its perch. ]

[rangerandking]

{Elvish memories are long - a trait which Aragorn may have inherited. He quirks a brow at the response and takes a daring step forward.}

It would serve me none to leave you thus imprisoned.

{Despite his teasing, his kiss is simple and affectionate - he doesn't forget his respect for the Elf - when his lips brush against Thranduil's jaw.}

[firith]

[ Someone is certainly enjoying milking this for all its worth. Hmm. ]

You have a kind heart, that I know not only from tales my son has spun but by my own intuition.

[ As lips brush along his jaw, the useless act is still a pleasant one and he turns his head to be nose to nose with Aragorn, well aware his freedom still remains in the ranger's hands. He wants to be loosed from his bonds, yes! But first, he must utilise a purr as he tilts his head contemplatively, just a fraction so Aragorn's lips remain quite close. ]

Release me and I will serve you, for a time, when I am free. If you wish.

[ Clearly his bindings require a little more than a fleeting, uninvolved peck. ]

[rangerandking]

{When opportunities rise...}

I am honored. {His hopes that the kiss is enough fade fast. His senses are not as attuned as Thranduil's, but the breath on his lips paired with the King's words give him enough of a hint.

Clearly this magic is being most mischievous.}

Or perhaps we need not speak of this again. {Taking a deep, steadying breath, he slips his fingers into Thranduil's silken hair and brings their lips together. He's...hesitant. His experience with kissing a male is...non-existent, yet he isn't going to leave a friend in need.

What a bro, right?}

[firith]

If it displeases you, for I am at your command.

[ Although the words do little to echo the way Thranduil assists Aragorn in the well-intentioned kiss.

He slides a sure hand around the man's waist to clasp him close with (barely exerted) Elven strength, the other brushing aside long dark hair to find the hinge of a jaw with a skating thumb and guide those lips into a better angle, a slip of tongue sliding in to warm him up as mouths slant hard. The kiss is far more sensual like this, and if it is only happening once then it might as well happen properly.

Come to Mirkwood more often, don't even bother bringing Gollum. ]

[bethmoras]

Tempt Fate but once and She answers, it seems.

[ Nuada steps forward from a shadowy hallway, stance entirely predatory, his movements devoid of sound. ]

Your Majesty.

[firith]

[ It's almost as if everyone he cockily set free is now being given exact directions to his location here, trapped. Odd. ]

Nuada. [ A lack of titles, mildly more intimate as a small welcoming smile stirs. Yes, please let him out. Come along. ] And are you Fate's Hand, come to release my bonds this night?

[bethmoras]

[ The castle conspires against you, Elvenking. ]


Indeed, that is my sole purpose in this moment. [ The prince takes his time approaching, golden gaze lifting to judge the position of the offensive holly, then sliding back down to study the elf currently powerless to move. ] Fate's devoted vassal - given leave to choose the method of release.

How long have you been bespelled, Thranduil?

[firith]

[ Nuada's sole purpose is being a little tease, more accurately. Thranduil shakes his head a little, long hair spilling anew over his shoulders. ]

Much too long with every second that passes and my saviour lingers on the outskirts of my freedom.

[ Come here, you. ]

[bethmoras]

[ The tease tilts his head back and laughs; voice low, impossibly rich, and as silky as a spider's web, and just as capable of ensnaring the wayward. A few steps close the distance - Nuada moves faster than he normally lets on, and is walking the fingers of one hand up Thranduil's chest before most humans could blink once. ]

I am here, Elvenking, the living, breathing instrument of your salvation.

[ It has been too long since the reigning prince of Bethmoora was around his own kind, and the sheer enjoyment of it threatens to push his good mood further into the open, the curve of his mouth at once amused and challenging. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[Please, she's one good pair of shoes from topping that height, sir. She's not worried.]

In some ways, it feels as if we are both parents to the same lot of children in need of care and guidance. With that in mind, I would have us stand together in our goals. Allow me to assist?

[Her kiss is warm, but quite chaste.]

[firith]

[ brb praying Feanor doesn't make his way back any time soon. Thranduil enjoys the little things in life like, oh, living. ]

You go with my thanks, my lady. [ Her kiss is chaste, true, even if he leans into the press of it for a moment because come on, when will he ever get this chance again. A smile blossoms. ] I shall endeavour to be a good wife to you.

[ Heh. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[If Fëanor likes living, he'd do best to shut up and let his wife call the shots.

Still, she ain't gonna lie, it's been a long time since anyone's kissed her. Chaste or otherwise, she enjoys the moment, and then laughs softly at his comment.]

Excellent. I could use a good wife who knows how to listen. Valar know the last person I married seemed to have some issues with such things.

face exactly as in icon. Just picture it.

[inafadingcrown]

[Pish posh, she's 6'4"; her neck will be fine, even if her dignity will suffer a little.

That is, it would if she seemed to have any intention of kissing him. As it is, she's just standing under the mistletoe, looking at her fellow captive with mild irritation. It's nothing against Thranduil personally, but the whole situation was ridiculous. And if there is anything bound to increase awkwardness, it's kissing your husband's close friend.

So yes, she's just going to stand there huffing for a few seconds.]

LMAO SAME, cries

[firith]

[ It's not that he doesn't want to kiss you, Galadriel, it's just that he doesn't want to kiss you. Thranduil rarely looks awkward but right now he manages it effortlessly, trying to ignore how ridiculous it is that he's stuck under an enchanted plant which wants him to lock lips with the Lady of the Golden Wood.

Legolas will be scarred. So at least one fun thing will definitely come out of this. ]

On the count of three.

[ You can be almost a bajillion years old and still look super anxious about smooching your bros' girl. And so, yes; One, Two ... Two and a half. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's alright. She doesn't want to kiss him either and would be a bit alarmed if the feeling were not mutual. But she's a bit too busy to stand here all day. So she gives a quick nod at his suggestion. Best to get this over with. One, Two, Three- and then he's hesitating.

Fine, she'll take the lead here. She reaches up and cups his face with her hands, pressing her lips to his in a short, chaste little kiss.]

Does that suffice?

[fiercestwarrior]

Good evening, my lord.

[ There is absolutely no problem here your majesty, feel free to keep walking because Sif could absolutely move if she wanted to, this plant above her head is in no way preventing her from going anywhere.

Look, she's not shy about kissing and perfectly capable of asking for help when she needs it but there are some people you'd really rather keep your dignity around. Someone else will be along shortly, undoubtedly. ]