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"I let you live, and this is how repay me? Pathetic" ➳
In the woodland realm, I, Legolas, and Tauriel have brought their captured orc to Thranduil's throneroom. As Legolas stands with his knife pressed to the orc's neck, Thranduil paces around it. "Such is the nature of evil. Out there, in the vast ignorance of the world, it festers and spreads, a shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was; so will it always be. In time, all foul things come forth." Thranduil says. I stare at the orc, my eyes making it seem uncomfortable.
"You were tracking a company of thirteen dwarves. Why?" Legolas asks, and I let out a sound like a growl as if to say, 'don't say anything stupid' the orc gets cocky and sneers, "Not thirteen; not anymore. The young one, the black-haired archer, we stuck him with a Morgul shaft." The orc speaks this while facing Tauriel; she looks worried. I am too concerned. Kili is dear to me too, but not as Tauriel. I stand up, making the elves and the orc look at me.
I am by Tauriel in a second. She flinches back, but as she sees that I mean her no harm, she lets me place a hand on her shoulder as I turn to face the orc. "The poison's is in his blood. He'll be choking on it soon." He continues. I roll my eyes and hiss. "Answer the question, filth." The roc says mainly to me, but Tauriel understands it and whips out her knife. "I would not antagonize them," Legolas says n's glances at me. My expression is blank, and I say to Tauriel softly. "Don't let him enjoy your suffering, Mellon." Tauriel listens to me, regains her composure, and leaves.
"I do not care about one dead dwarf. Answer the question. You have nothing to fear. Tell us what you know, and I will set you free." Thranduil says. I look at him, and he notices my glance. Our eyes meet, and I grin slowly. I turn my head back to the orc as Legolas talks. "You had orders to kill them - Why? What is Thorin Oakenshield to you?" He says. "The dwarf runt will never be king." It exclaims, and j narrow my eyes. "King? There is no king under the mountain, nor will there ever be. None would dare enter Erebor while the dragon lives." Legolas says, and I shed him a look. He catches it but adverts his eyes.
"You know nothing! Your world will burn!" I snarl loud now, making the orc look at me in fear. "What are you talking about? Speak!" Legolas says, making his attention back at him. "Our time has come again. My master serves the One. Do you understand now, Elfling? Death is upon you. The flames of war are upon you-" Thranduil, whose eyes have widened upon hearing about "the One," suddenly whips out his sword and beheads the orc, leaving the orc's head in Legolas's hand. I let a huff and a slight growl go my throat.
"Why did you do that? You promised to set him free." Legolas says. " he did. He freed the wretched head from his miserable shoulders." I said, walking towards Thranduil. I stop before looking at Legolas. I then walk away, leaving the two males. I find Tauriel getting ready to go. I stopped her before telling her that I'd join. She smiles warmly at me, and we make a way out of the king don.
-with Legolas and Thranduil-
The orc's body, although separated from its head, shakes violently. Thranduil stomps on its leg to stop the shaking. "There was more the orc could tell us," Legolas says to his father. "There was nothing more he could tell me," Thranduil says and turns and walks away, sheathing his sword. "What did he mean by the 'flames of war'?" Legolas calls after his father. "It means they intend to unleash a weapon so great it will destroy all before it." Thranduil answers. Thranduil addresses the elven guards. "I want the watch doubled at all our borders. All roads, all rivers. Nothing moves, but I hear of it. No one enters this kingdom, and no one leaves it."
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-aouther pov- Legolas approaches the elves guarding the entrance to the Woodland Realm. "Holo in ennyn! Tiro, i defnin hain na ganed en-Aran." [Subtitle: Close the gate! Keep it sealed by order of the King.] he says. Legolas turns to walk away, but one of the guards calls out. "Man os Tauriel?" [Subtitle: What about Tauriel?] Legolas stops short. "Man os sen?" [Subtitle: What about her?] he says. "Edevín eb enedhor na gû a megil. En ú-nandollen." [Subtitle: She went into the forest armed with her bow and blade. She has not returned.] As Legolas walks toward the gate, the guard points out the woods in the direction Tauriel and you went. Legolas looks anxious.
Bolg and his orcs arrive at the rock where the dwarves meet Bard. One of the orcs tastes a pool of liquid. "_ _ _ nash! Agra-yi." [Subtitle: Dwarf blood! They were here.] he sneers. "Nuzdi-arg nash...hum an bunish!" [Subtitle: There is another scent...man-flesh!] bolg snakes. "_ _ _" [Subtitle: They have found a way to cross the lake.] he added.
Bard paddles the dwarves and Bilbo across the lake in his barge. It is very foggy, and the barge pushes aside ice floes. Suddenly, large stone formations appear out of the fog. "Watch out!" Bofur call. Bard expertly poles the barge between the rock formations, which turn out to be ancient ruins. "What are you trying to do, drown us?" Thorin sneers. "I was born and bred on these waters, Master Dwarf. If I wanted to drown you, I would not do it here." Bard says. "Oh, I have enough of this lippy Lakeman. I say we throw him over the side and be done with him." Dwalin his, Bilbo answers him slightly angrily.
"Ohh, Bard, his name's Bard."
"How do you know?" Bofur ask. "Uh, I asked him." "I don't care what he calls himself; I don't like him," Dwalin says to Thorin. "We do not have to like him; we have to pay him. Come on now, lads, turn out your pockets." Balin says, and The dwarves begin pulling out their money and valuables. Dwalin whispers to Thorin. "How do we know he won't betray us?" "We don't," Thorin answers short. Balin counts the money. "There's, um, just a problem: we're ten coins short," Balin says, and everyone looks at Gloin.
"Gloin. Come on. Give us what you have." Thorin says and gestures to the table where the money is laid. "Don't look to me. I have been bled dry by this venture! And what have I seen for my investment? Naught but misery and grief and-" Gloin says but stops talking when he realizes that all the others have slowly stood up and are looking at something in the distance. As the fog thins, we see the Lonely Mountain. "Bless my beard. Take it. Take all of it." He says hands Balin a sack of coins he had secretly withheld before. Bilbo coughs and gestures his head toward Bard, approaching the dwarves on their end of the barge.
"The money, quick, give it to me." He says he sounds stressed. "We'll pay you when we get our provisions, but not before," Thorin says and turns to the man. "If you value your freedom, you'll do as I say. There are guards ahead." Bard says and glances ahead of them. The dwarves turn and see the rooftops of Laketown in the distance.
