Inflamed (Harry Potter & The Hobbit/LOTR Crossover) (LegolasxOC)

18- Thranduil

I stumbled along and internally freaked out even more when we came to the throne room, Legolas the Ass' father sitting on his throne with a scepter in hand and a crown on his head. I was in deep trouble if I was being brought to the king. The Elves shoved me down to the floor, making me grunt as my head was forced to look upwards.

The king eyed me carefully, before looking to his son. "It takes five guards to restrain a naughty little girl, Legolas?" I studied the king carefully, taking in his rich robes, his long blond hair that was devoid of any braids, a common thing in Elves' hair, and eyebrows that were very interesting to look at. To say the least, he looked amazing and I was a bit too jealous, knowing I probably looked like a wreck; covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and spider webs.

His cold blue eyes looked upon me again with a calculating expression as his son spoke. "Yes, it was necessary. She is a Witch." Legolas replied, the word bitter on his tongue. I sighed quietly, knowing that once again Witches were frowned upon, every one labeled evil whether or not they were. I was starting to get real sick of being judged like a bookcover.

The king's head cocked to the side. "And what makes you so sure?" he asked. Tauriel stepped forward, her eyes watching me with disdain and untrustworthiness. "She has a wand hidden somewhere I do not know where. She placed her weapons in bag and turned the bag into a ring, then made it disappear. She deflected an arrow with a spell. She was able to get out of her cell without unlocking the door. She disappeared into thin air only to appear somewhere else in the room. Need I say more, my lord?"

He didn't reply to her, staring down at me. "Why do you travel with thirteen Dwarves through my dominion?" I stared at him coolly. "Sorry King..." I made a motion, asking for his name. He rolled his eyes. "Thranduil." I nodded, grimacing at the Elves' grip. "Okay cool. Now where was I? Oh, yes. Sorry King Thranduil, but that's classified information. Besides, I'm not the one you should be asking."

Thranduil looked to Legolas. "Bring me Thorin Oakenshield." His son bowed his head and left to go get the Dwarf, Tauriel following. The King stroked his chin, staring at me. The room was silent for the longest time. Finally, Thranduil stated, not asking, "You are not from this world."

I didn't reply, Legolas coming back with Thorin, no Tauriel in sight. Thorin looked over at me, seeing me restrained and cuffed, before looking to the Elvenking. Legolas took his leave, Thorin, me, Thranduil, and our seven guards left. I watched Thranduil's expression. He looked as if all the pieces were now falling together in his mind, though it seemed that I still puzzled him.

My eyes narrowed at Thranduil, as his guards let go of Thorin, leaving him unrestrained and not chained up. "Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a Dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive: attempted burglary, or something of that ilk." Thranduil studied Thorin, taking in his disheveled appearance, some spider's web still clinging to him, too.

"You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule: the King's Jewel, the Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight. I offer you my help." Thranduil continued. Thorin watched him, musing, "I am listening."

Though he said this, I knew right away that Thorin would rather be damned than take up Thranduil's offer. "I will let you go, if you but return what is mine." Thranduil placed his offer on the table. Take it or leave it, was his unsaid message. Thorin turned, pacing. "A favor for a favor." The Elf smiled coldly. "You have my word. One king to another."

He stopped walking, his back to us. Then, he suddenly bellowed, "I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honor his word should the end of all days be upon us!" He spun around, still shouting, but this time at Thranduil. "You lack all honor! I've seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you turned your back. You turned away from the suffering of my people and the inferno that destroyed us! Imrid amrad ursul!" (Die a death of flames!)