Thranduil Imagine: Unexpected.

Thranduil Imagine: Unexpected. Part Five

"-So the Lady Galadriel has arranged for a counsel to be held by Lord Elrond in Rivendell. She hopes that the matter will be dealt with peacefully-" Rúmil paused and looked to the king with uncertainty. "-But does expected lives to be lost, such is the way of war."

Thranduil was sat upon his throne, staring into the open space of the great hall while lost deep in his thoughts. The fact that the one ring had resurfaced after all this time troubled him greatly and the now tranquil existence that he had created for his people would be compromised. The ellon pinched the area between his nose with his long, willowy fingers and sighed.

"This is, indeed, a grave situation." Thranduil discoursed. "...It will change Middle Earth as we know it." A small murmurer of agreement echoed around the elves in the room, most now standing with an unsettled look upon their graceful faces. Rúmil, the messenger of Lothlórien, gazed once more to his weary feet, tired and drained. "But-" The king continued in a hushed whisper. "-I cannot leave my people in such dire times." He secretly pushed a thought of (Y/N) to the back of his mind and grimaced.

The Lothlórien warden glared at Thranduil, hurt and upset. "You will not help?!" Rúmil gasped out. "You will not assist us?" Galadriel had implied that pursuing the elven king would be a quest on its own, but she had hoped he would see sense and offer a hand. 

"This morning I was informed of a strong pack of Orcs heading towards my borders. They are flattening villages and killing people as they go. I cannot abandon my kin when they need me most." Thranduil stood to his feet and glided towards the ellon, his face emotionless and cold. The room held an air of disdain at the kings revelation, which most of them knew to be the truth. It had been worrying the Mirkwood elves for quite some time and no-one could expect him to leave with the threat of a battle looming over his lands. "I will however send someone in my absence. My son, Legolas will attend. I would not wish my fellow elves to think I will not be of assistance in a time of need." Thranduil glanced to his son, proud of the young ellon that stood beside him. Legolas bowed to the room, hiding his shock at the fact that his father trusted him with such a task.

"We are unfortunately expected to leave as soon as possible. The meeting is to be held in 2 days time, and we are to arrive before hand to speak with Elrond." Rúmil smiled to the prince heartily and then nodded his relieved thanks to The king.

The monarch placed himself back on his throne and spoke in usual piercing tone of voice. "I will need to brief my son before he leaves. You are welcome to some food and rest before you travel back, Rúmil."

The room then slowly emptied as the advisers ushered around the messenger, leading him off to the kitchens to prepare him a light meal and to listen of the rumours from the other elven cities. Legolas stayed in place and moved once everyone had left, standing by his father while steadily waiting for him to speak.

"My son, I am sorry to burden you with such things, but I do trust you to make the best decisions for our people." Thranduil sighed and relaxed slightly in his chair.

"I am honoured that you think that highly of my abilities, Ada. And I do not mind making the journey." Legolas smiled softly placed himself down on a step to take a seat."Although Rúmil seems a little dramatic for my liking."