Chapter 10: Part II

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Earenniel POV

Location: Thranduil's Throne room


     "Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand. A quest to reclaim a homeland... and slay a dragon. I myself suspect a more prosaic motive. Attempted burglary. Or something of that ilk. You have found..." Thranduil paused examining The dwarfs facial expression. Then he continued.

     "...a way in. You seek that which would... bestow upon you the right to rule. The King's Jewel. The Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure. I understand that. There are gems in the mountain that I too desire. White gems... of pure starlight. I offer you my help." Thranduil said with a bow of his head.

     "I am listening." Thorin said.

     "I will let you go... if you but return what is mine." Thranduil offered.

     "A favor for a favor." Thorin said, confirming what Thranduil said, and began to look contemplative.

     "You have my word. One king to another." Thranduil said.

Thorin didn't speak for a moment, but his anger and hatred towards the elf got the better of him, not even thinking twice about his next words.

     "I would not trust Thranduil... the great king... to honor his word... should the end of all days be upon us! You... who lack all... honor! I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless... seeking your help. But you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people... and the inferno that destroyed us." Thorin yelled in anger.

And his words angered the elf king.

  Thranduil's face got close to Thorin's. The elf magic that once covered Thranduil's face disappeared, revealing scars on one side of his face and his blinded eye.

     "Do not talk to me of dragon fire. I know... its wrath and ruin. I have faced... the great serpents of the North. I warned your... grandfather of what his greed would summon. But he would not listen. You are just like him. Stay here if you will... and rot. A hundred years is a mere blink... in the life of an Elf. I'm patient. I can wait. And someone send for Legolas, I wish to speak with him once more." Thranduil ordered as the dwarf king was dragged towards the dungeons.

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Third Person P.O.V.

Location: Thranduil Throne Room


     "Why have you never told me I had a sister? Is it true?" Legolas said getting straight to the point once he entered the throne room.

     "Yes, she is your mother's daughter, but she is not mine."

     "You have no right to treat her in such ways."

     "I can treat her in any way I please, I am the king."

     " In any way? Would you torture her? Would you go so low, as to use the methods of our enemy."

     "No, never."

     "That is how our mother died, isn't it?...I was there, I watched as they brought her body. She was cut and bruised beyond repair to the point were even lord elrond couldn't save her."

     "Legolas you made your point, no harm will come to her. I promised your mother she will always be welcome."

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