Of Mine

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Thranduil had been walking at his leisure through the lands of his kingdom as rightfully were his to command.

However, it seemed something was amiss.

Being that there were few things the ElvenKing was unaware of in his
kingdom this was indeed a strange occurrence, and one that bothered him rather more deeply than,

perhaps, it should have.

He continued striding through his forest, fingers slowly ghosting along tree bark, flower petals, and the foliage of his beloved shrubs. They seemed to tell him something. There was indeed someone in this wood. Someone who had never set foot here before and was now freely roaming. Legolas was with Haldir, out for a hunt, and the ElvenKing trusted his dearest friend to care for his young son. It was a pleasant day, but this did not ease his curiosity or desire to find the lurker in his wood.

Thranduil listened closely, and silently called for the chorus of singing to cease. He sent away his guard and all who had been following his footfalls.

He moved forward, his steps unheard as he searched.

It did not take long for the ElvenKing to find the trespasser. It was a dwarf, but young. Perhaps merely a Dwarfling. Yes, there was little age to this mountain-born being. He could sense the flow and ebb of youth emitting from him.

"Hello, Dwarfling," Thranduil started coolly, his tone even as ever.

When the Dwarf had turned to face him, Thranduil felt something inside himself change. He did not know what, and the feeling was familiar, but somehow altogether strange.

Soon, Thranduil had called up his guard. Galion took the attention of the Dwarf and the ElvenKing retreated, the strange feeling inside him causing unsettling emotions to arise.

Galion had begun to bring the Dwarf back to his palace, and Thranduil was always many steps ahead of them. He needed to clear his mind before an interrogation, if that was what this would become.

Thranduil was unsure of the result that would come from this.

Thranduil was never unsure. Uncertainty was a feeling utterly despised by the ElvenKing. He reached his solitary garden, thankful for the lack of presence of his son and friend.

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Thorin was brought to stay guarded in the ElvenKing's throne room. Two guards restricted the only exit that would not include a risky and hopeful jump to a lower bridge-way and one the entrance from behind the throne itself.

Part of Thorin wished that they understood he did not mean to cause harm, nor did he wish to be brought from the possible presence of the ElvenKing. He didn't dare sit, despite the lengthy wait for the Mirkwood King to show himself. He did, however, feel rather disgruntled at the idea of waiting any longer.

After more than an hour of waiting, which felt more like three, the ElvenKing
finally made his entrance.

Author's note:

Hey guys, thank you for reading this. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I figured that if I add in the dialogue for the next part it would be too long. Thanks for staying with me! I'm trying to update fairly frequently.