It's a Hard Knock Life for Us (Thorinduil AU)

XV • : Your Majesty! : •

A/N: last chapter was fun, wasn't it? :) well boy howdy if you think that was fun get a load of this,,

ALSO PSA:
MAKING OROPHER A TOTAL NUGGETHOLE HURTS ME JUST AS MUCH AS IT DOES Y'ALL OK I LOVE HIM AS A FUN GRANDPA BUT IT WAS PART OF THE SAD AND SCREWED UP IDEA I HAD OK OK THANK U

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Third Person POV
Oakensheild Residence

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"What do you mean he's just gone? No one has escaped from the dungeon for centuries! How did an elf manage to slip past hundreds of dwarves?" Adaria was hysteric. Not only was her son supposedly missing, but the elf stalking through his room had coincidentally vanished with him.

It had been two days since the convicted elf and Thorin had both slipped away, and guards were at the Oakensheild residence trying to tell Adaria the facts. It wasn't going exactly as planned. "I don't know, Mrs.Oakenshield, but we are doing everything we can to figure out how they—"

"No! Not they. My son would never associate with an elf, it's just coincidence they disappeared the same day. Do not say they." She spat, emphasizing each word carefully. After she had made her point, she continued to pace around the parlor like a caged animal. She wouldn't allow herself to believe that her eldest son would harbor a stowaway elf in his bedroom and then break it out of prison. She was convinced that there was no connection between the two disappearances.

However, the thought still nagged at her subconscious. Perhaps that was the reason Thorin had been acting so weird for the past month and a half? After all, she did seem to here voices quite frequently slipping out from under his door, and she also noticed how much time he seemed to be spending upstairs. Not to mention the odd way he had acted the day the elf had been captured. Thorin knew his way around the mountain and could easily slip away unseen past the dwarves with the elf if he wanted to. With that explanation, things seemed to make sense. However, Maamr wasn't having it. She abhorred the thought and all of its pieces.

"Right..." The guard that had previously talked simply nodded slowly and looked over at his comrade who stood stoic with his arms crossed. That dwarf returned the glanced and sighed, unfolding his arms.

"Your husband joined a search party looking for your son. They should return by nightfall. In the meantime, we sent messengers to the Woodland Realm to notify the Elven King." He calmly reported to the distressed mother. However, the mother didn't seem to take it calmly.

"Good! Tell the King about how one of his lowlife mongrels basically stole my son away from me!" The deep-rooted belief of elf-hatred began to shine out in her, but it also tagged along with hypocrisy. She had just stated never to mention the possibility of them as a team, but here she was accusing the fugitive elf of taking her son. The other dwarves didn't budge.

The more stern guard crossed his arms and spoke yet again. "Well, possibly not as lowlife as you think. He wouldn't give us a name, but we have reason to believe that he was the runaway Prince."

Her eyes lit up with interest and she halted her pacing. She turned to look at the guard and whispered, "The Prince? No, the Prince wouldn't steal things, would he? How do you know?" She questioned of them, taking a step towards the unamused guard.