Into That Good Night

I Don't Get My Head Cut Off

Dearest Readers,

I hope you enjoy the continuation from the last chapter to this one, and I really hope that you all start to like the relationship between Thrandy and Alma! Literally they're both so much fun to play off of each other it's just like Persie & Glorfi, but of course different.

Let me know if you have any questions and what you want to see happen next! Thanks for all of your support, and don't forget to like/follow this story so you can stay up to date on all the updates :)

XOXO Ally Layne.

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In my opinion, when there are guests to a Kingdom, people should likely be respectful toward those guests regardless of race, gender, or sexual orientation. However, it has become obscenely obvious that I am likely one of the few of that opinion.

So, when there was yelling that broke out, of course I placed my half-drunk glass of wine on a random table and hiked up my skirts to run over and see what was going on.

I quickly came upon a scene that immediately made me want to facepalm.

Gloin, Oin, Nori, and Dwalin were currently in a scuffle with a few of the elven guards for Mirkwood, and I had a feeling it was because one of them gave a sly comment or said something disrespectful toward the dwarves.

Dwarves cared for respect as they cared for their beards. That much was obvious from the time spent traveling with them.

I nearly ran into Alma, who was already there with Arwen at her side. Thranduil was currently walking in our direction with thunder in his eyes, and I knew someone had to do something before the dwarves were killed.

Feeling the familiar tug in my gut, I immediately separated the elves and the dwarves with what water was available to me in the room, slamming both groups against opposite walls of the hall.

"That is enough!" I yelled, walking into the middle to get a better hold on them. My arms were held out in both directions, as I strained against their struggling against it. "Stop struggling, or I'll make it hurt."

Kili and Tauriel were there, and they both went to either side to try to calm their respective people down, but everything became completely elevated when Thranduil walked up right next to me.

"Release them," he demanded.

I narrowed my eyes at the King who now was literally seething with rage. "No."

His jaw was clenched as he towered over my figure, obviously trying to intimidate me. "I demand that you release my people and those dwarves or the consequences will be dire."

"Persephone, release them," Glorfindel's voice called from behind me as he too walked up from behind the mass of onlookers. "You should listen to the Elvenking."

I did what I was told, but not without pouting a little first. "Yeah, fine."

Both Fili and Thorin were now with the dwarves, and looked extremely pissed off about what had happened. They were speaking to the others in their Khuzdul language, and Varis was watching them with crossed arms.

Thranduil looked between the two groups, the guards now being assisted by Legolas and Tauriel now that I wasn't threatening to drown them. "Will one of you tell me what just occurred and ruined our lovely evening?"

I opened my mouth, but Thranduil looked down at me in a sneer. "Someone with a brain."

Now my jaw dropped, and I felt Glorfindel grab me and tuck me back into his side. Figures.