Spiders And The Elven King

A Helping Hand Part 3

You were a little surprised when Thranduil never took you back to the feast. Instead he held your hand and lead you to wherever he was taking you. The hallway was a little darker now that the sun had finally set in.

You wonder where he is taking you, until he walks up to a double wooden door and pulls it and gently pulls you inside. You don't say anything, as the door closes behind you both. He then guilds you in a darkened hallway.

At the far end of the hallway is a light and you had a feeling that was were you both were headed. Walking in a comfortable silence you think about Thorin and his kin and how they are faring.

Judging by that river, it looked very dangerous. You only hoped that everyone would be safe and sound and even be able to swim should any problems arise. You were brought back to the present when you realised Thranduil had stopped walking.

You watched him who was glancing upwards. This made you do the same and you were blown away by what you saw. The stars appeared to be so close to you that if you raised your hand out, you could actually touch one.

Of course you knew that was impossible but they were so close to you and Thranduil, you did really want to touch a star. A smile came from nowhere as you watch in awe of this phenomenon.

"This is so beautiful." You whispered.

"It is indeed." agreed Thranduil.

You glance at Thranduil and were a little startled to see him watch you with a little smile on his lips.

"Are the stars always like this around here?" You ask him.

"No, the stars are a little larger than normal," replied Thranduil "which is why we have a feast to celebrate the stars involvement in our lives."

You nod your head returning your attention to the stars. You realise you could stay here forever. You would probably never see this ever again and you wanted to remember this moment for as long as possible. Your eyes go wide when you actually see a shooting star.

"There's something I wasn't expecting." You remark to Thranduil.

"Oh and what is that?"

"A shooting star," You look back at Thranduil who was always watching the shooting star zoom across the night sky "someone dear to me once told me that you could make a wish if you ever come across a shooting star."

"Thorin told you this?" asked Thranduil sounding a little irritated.

You arch your eyebrows at him as he returned his attention on you.

"Thorin wasn't the one that told me this," You look back at the shooting star, suddenly feeling a little sad "it was my father who told me about making wishes should you encounter a shooting star."

Just thinking of your father brought the heartache to the core. You haven't seen him in such a long time. You wasn't even certain if he was still around Middle-Earth anymore.