A broken promise(Thranduil Fanfic)

Chapter9

I have finally finished Chapter 9! So here it is for all my amazing readers! I'm also working on Chapter 4 of a Flaming Rose which is getting very interesting since Anya has just been reunited with Thranduil but she must continue her mission with the dwarves. Make sure to check it out and I hope you enjoy Chapter 9!:)

Thranduil looked at me, stood up and left. I became very concerned. First he would never just leave me without a word and I just got my memory back, this wasn't exactly the happy ever after I was hoping for. I was left in the library alone, but I was overwhelmed with curiosity. I got up and silently snuck out and saw that not only were the guards not around but the halls were dead silent. Wondering where everyone was I stumbled into the throne room and sat behind the staircase, undetected. I could hear Thranduil's voice although very faint, but he was not alone. Someone else was talking and who ever it was sounded very angry. I slowly got up and lifted my head to peek over the side.

To my surprise it was a dwarf. He had long black hair and looked very serious. I was wondering what was going on but I was not going to interrupt. Instead I figured I would talk it out of Thranduil later. The guards came at Thranduil's signal and took the dwarf away. I'm not sure what it was but it made me very upset to see how they treated him. They treated him more like a prisoner than a guest and for all I knew the dwarf did nothing wrong. I followed the guards to the dungeons where I spotted multiple dwarves in cells. I counted and came to 13 dwarves, this was surely strange.

"What are you doing?" Thranduil asked me.

I turned in surprise at the sound of his voice.

"Why are you hiding things from me?" I asked him.

"Because I do not want to concern you with these things," he whispered.

I placed my hands on my hips as I said "And what have these dwarves done that they deserve this treatment?"

I have not seen Thranduil so stern and isolated in himself. There must've been a past connection or something that caused such a rift between him and these dwarves.

Thranduil sighed at my words and slowly my heart was hurting that he would hide things from me.

"You can tell me anything, but please just let them go," I said looking up at him.

"Mireth...I can't," he said trying to hug me.

I backed up and approached the cell where the dwarf with the dark hair was just locked in. I looked around and could see them all looking at me, but their faces seemed sad.

"Then lock me in there with them!" I yelled.

I knew I was making a sense, but that was exactly what I wanted to do. No matter what I was going to let them go. They had done nothing to harm anyone, but if they had that is a different story.

"Mireth! Gwaem!" Thranduil yelled, turning around.

"No, you come now and let them go.Dôl gîn lost. An ngell nîn," I said trying to negotiate with him.

"Try to understand where I'm coming from," he said.

"How can I when you won't let me? How do you expect me to know when you tell me nothing! Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathog," I said looking down.

Thranduil seemed now not only upset but broken, seeming to be thinking and arguing with himself.

"I'll grant your wish, after all you were never given a proper bed, were you? Maybe you'll feel more comfortable in a cell alongside your new friends," he said.