The Firedrake's Lost Heir

Chapter 24

Not sure if this is any good, and I'm still trying to get out of my writing slump. But I'm at least going to try finishing this story since it is almost done anyway.

Gandalf after having been healed had heard about the kidnapping of Fangspirit and the ransom, wanting to return to Erebor, having greeted Brooklyn and Bilbo there as well.

Even an entire Elf army had come as well but the king of the Woodland elves had something else in mind more than for rescuing the warg pup, approaching Brooklyn, Gandalf and Thorin with a cold grin in his eyes.

"Well, what brings you over here, King Thranduil?" Growled Thorin, a hand on his sword, while Brooklyn watched intently, not wanting any bloodshed here yet.

Thranduil's eyes trailed over to the dragon nearby, beginning to speak. "So, this is the great son of Smaug, isn't it?" He asked in a cold soft tone, making Brooklyn tense from the elf's voice, remembering his time in Mirkwood when Legolas rescued him. He nods nervously. "Y-Yeah."

It made the Mirkwood elven king give a little grin almost looking like one of respect but not too much in Brooklyn's eyes. "I came to offer you a deal for helping you rescue your little warg. For there is something I desire in the Mountain."

Brooklyn tensed up when seeing how angry Thorin was seeming to be now, wondering if this guy had talked to him before during their journey. "And that would be..."

Thranduil continued. "I desire the diamonds of my people which are like pure starlight. Even though I tried negotiating with the King here for them he refuses. Surely a magnificent dragon like yourself would be more generous?" He asked in a silky but somewhat threatening manner. Brooklyn couldn't help but bare his teeth before asking a question after not seeing Legolas in the crowd. "Maybe. But first; where's Legolas? He helped me when I was trapped by spiders."

The elf king didn't like what he said, hands clenching into fists. "He is no longer a part of our tribe, as well as my daughter Tauriel. They're both exiled. But will you be accepting my offer?"

Thorin did a little glance over to Brooklyn, his eyes flickering between begging him not to accept and looking firm. Brooklyn's ears flattened. He wanted his best friend back, but this elf's words sounded too good to be true. Swallowing, Brooklyn knew what he must do. "N-No. I can't do it. Especially... especially since you abandoned my friends that time ago." He growled, remembering when Thorin told him the story at how the elves never came to help them.

Thranduil's eyes widened, then narrowed harshly. "Then you would rather see your warg friend die, wouldn't you? This isn't the last time I had faced one of your kind either, you know." He hissed, part of his smooth skin suddenly revealing to be burnt and wrinkled badly like a burn scar. That caused Brooklyn to recoil a little at the sight but didn't react too much.

The elf king eventually made his skin go back to normal, having Brooklyn recover himself before delivering his final decision. "No. I won't do a bribe to get help for my friend to get back. They're doing who knows what to Fangspirit over there and all you care about is some stupid jewels?! That's not the kind of help I want!" Brooklyn spat, making Thorin smile a little from what he said.

Glaring with a lot of malice, Thranduil's hands were clenched before replying. "You'd much rather suffer an extreme death then? Fine." He snarled softly before climbing back on his elk and having his soldiers leave Erebor.

Brooklyn watched Thorin's rival leave, his shoulders relaxing just a little but he knew he couldn't breathe properly until his best friend was back by his side. Thorin nods up at Brooklyn. "You made the right choice my friend, though we have a long battle awaiting for us. Who knows when Azog and his goons will come.