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

XVI • : The Martyr : •

A/N: ‼️LISTEN TO "SORRY IS FOR YOU" BY DAMIEN JURADO‼️ it was the inspiration for this entire book and wattpad won't let me link it in the story. it's on YouTube! do that right now before anything!!!

i have no words for this chapter other than Good Luck.

also i forgot to add this in the 'important information' update but homophobia doesn't really exist in Middle Earth cuz the Bible isn't a thing so yeah,, gay couples are just rare, but they aren't like hated on u know *finger guns* anyway that's viable information for the next few chapters.

PSA: I JUST REALIZED I'VE BEEN SPELLING IT OAKENSHEILD INSTEAD OF OAKENSHIELD OOPS I TYPE TOO QUICKLY TO REALIZE WHAT I'M DOING AND IT'S A LONG WORD FORGIVE ME

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Thranduil's POV

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"What do you think is going to happen tomorrow, Thorin?"

"I don't know, but whatever does, it will be fine in the end."

The only sound outside was the soft wind sending bare tree limbs into a refined frenzy. All crickets had disappeared for the winter which left the woods stagnant and awfully quiet. It was uncomfortable against the pebbled flooring under the overhanging rock, but it would do for one more night. I knew we wouldn't be sleeping there ever again. It was freezing, too, but that would also be a last. Even if things turned bad the next day, I knew I wouldn't be sleeping in the cold again. I would either be dead or cuddled up against Thorin in a warm house, despite the fact I had no clue where we would go if everything turned out alright.

The day Frerin and Balin had broke the news that Ada had come for me was the day I thought I was going to die. Actually, I knew I was going to die, I just didn't know how. It would either be a quick and painless death by him lashing out and murdering me, or it would be an agonizingly slow demise by his endless torture. My mind would begin to chip away, and even though it wouldn't be physical death, it would be mental atrophy.

However, Thorin had a plan. It had many holes just like the one prior to it when he broke me out of the dungeon, but it was a plan nonetheless. We would march up there together in the middle of their bickering and demand freedom. It was a cliche idea, but we really had no other choice. It was the only thing we could do in our situation. We also needed both parties there, that's why we had to do it so public and dramatically. Thorin's grandfather and parents needed to know, and my father most certainly had to be there. He was the one that we needed there the most. Although I knew I should've felt hopeless, I didn't. Somehow Thorin's words and confidence in my future win rose my spirits from their buried places six-feet below in my mind.

"I sure do hope so."

The next morning, snow sprinkled down from the sky which only made it more ominous. The snow was beautiful, but it was like the world was giving us a good show before we died. My hopes began to drop, but Thorin then set his head between my shoulder blades and yawned. His touch alone made me feel better.

Perhaps when Thorin and I demanded I not have to go back with my father, the guards would return my necklace. They had confiscated it when I was found and threw it in a small crate filled with other obscure items, presumably from other prisoners. I felt horrible. Thorin had just made me that necklace, and I didn't fight very hard to keep it. When I told him it was gone, I began tearing up, but he had assured me it was alright and that he would get it back for me.