Thranduil hissed slightly at being picked up, kicking up his hind legs and glaring at who had dared pick him up, but realising it was Sora he calmed slightly and meowed angrily.
"Thranduil!" she frowned looking around, her eyes found his staff. Grasping it lightly she lifted it high enough and gently poked the cat. She wondered how one would take care of of him, whether to feed him human food or cat food. Perhaps a mix? She didn’t think cats drank wine either.
He spun back onto his feet with a hiss, swatting at his staff angrily and retreating further back on the furniture.
Sora huffed at the stubborn king as she began to believe he was enjoying this form of his.
"If you wish to stay in that form then fine," She gave up. Putting her staff down, she turned her heels and made her way to his bed. Flopping onto the soft covers, she frowned at the King.
A light bulb appeared as an idea came to her head. Sitting up, she gave a small whistle tot he King to get his attention. Spreading her legs seductively, “Thranduil…” she cooed as she began tug her robe down. Slowly revealing more and more of her cleavage.
He rested on his perch, content stay up there an sulk but his ears twitched at her whistle and he looked up, curious of what she wanted. If he could have snorted or raised an eyebrow he would have. He was a cat for Eru’s sake - he wasn’t about to hop down and ravish her in this form, ‘Mrow.’
Sora pouted as her last attempt of getting the King down failed. “Thranduil!” she exclaimed frustratedly, straightening her robes. “Get down here before I tell Galion that there’s a wild cat about the King’s room and have him get you with a net!”
(ASDFGHJK *FAN GIRL SQUEELS* HALLO!!!)
"Good afternoon to you too sir."
I need a good movie to watch……anyone?