Bard, King of the City of Dale knew he had said the wrong thing the moment Thranduil used his immortal force to push him away. Bard glanced disbelievingly at Thranduil, passion still evident in both of them.
“I care.” Thranduil said putting as much distance between him and Bard as he could manage.
Bard clenched his fists, looking away from the elf in frustration.
“I’m tired of being a secret, Thranduil.” Bard mumbled. “You can’t deny this between us is more than sex.”