Nineteen: My muse finds yours naked and tied to the bed

Where was he! He was to have met her at the spring hours ago, but instead, she bathed alone, used her rose oils - alone, she wandered the halls alone – and for what, to have been ignored by the one who told her where to have been, the one who worried her sick. 
She caught the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Emerald eyes narrowed as red brows furrowed in curiosity; she swore she was angry a moment ago, and now she was smiling. So certain to what she’d walk into —

“Good lord." 

"This was a lot harder to do, than you would have thought.”

Tauriel blinked, softly closing the door instantly behind her form – least someone see what was to happen. 
There Thranduil laid, belly up on his regal bed with silk ties around his hands, his bed sheets ruffled from his own struggle to secure the bonds. But what she found most entrancing, was the sheer nudity of his form and the ability to be complete at her orders. 
“You left me waiting, for hours.” She commented, moving further into the room, holding to one bed post, before moving to the other, enjoying how his eyes followed her form. “I wanted to surprise you, I thought it was becoming to routine – You mentioned you liked change, yes?”
Tauriel turned from him, slowly beginning to disrobe. “– Excuses, is what this sounds like.”
Thranduil gulped and gave her a sheepish smile, suddenly regretting his actions.