Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 33 : Brothers of Devouring Entity

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

"The King wishes to speak with you,"

My head rises as Legolas of the Woodland Realm grabs my attention, but my eyes wander to meet Balin's as Legolas grabs my arm and pulls me out.

"And what do I owe the honour?"

Legolas stiffens as if he's repulsed by me. "None."

Balin and I exchange looks. "Why does the King of the Woodland Realm wish to speak to me?"

"You are awaiting execution," Legolas says, turning rigid. I gape silently before exchanging another look with Balin. These were my final breaths, to be spent in prison, "My father wishes to decide your fate."

"Very well," I reply. I want to cry, but I will not show emotion, nor shall i show remorse. My legs, shakingly wobble through the halls and my eyes try to wander in the cells; where the dwarves where kept. This will be the last time I'll see them. And I won't get my gold.

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Legolas drags me down the halls and up to the throne room, where the King of the Woodland Realm sat on his heightened throne. An elf-like crown circulated the his platinum blonde hair. Other elves are gathered around the throne and guards guarding the entrance -no escape. One Silvan Elf stands by the throne -Tauriel- a lone Silvan Elf. An Elf that has not seen the light, like myself and surely never will. I stand in the middle of this trial.

If they want to kill me, they better do it.

"We stand here witnessing the trial of Ercassiel, Daughter of Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel, or otherwise known as Casadon Erik, the infamous Leventis," Thranduil addresses, as Legolas stands by his father and Tauriel.

All look still and unwelcoming; all repulsed by my existence; all is quiet.

I look down. Let them perceive that I ashamed of my sins. When really, it does not. My eyes darted back and forth from the floor to my feet.

"Casadon," the King of The Woodland Realm grabs my unwanted attention, "you are charge with treason for your crimes."

My gaze reaches Thranduil's, "what crimes? As far as I'm concerned, I have committed no crimes, nor have I committed treason, because you are not my King! Nor will you ever be!" I begin to pace back and forth. The Elven guards did nothing to stop me from burning rage in the throne room.

"Insolence such as your words, will be the death of you, Ercassiel," Thranduil jerks his head forward, as I stopped pacing. Our eyes killing each each other. Legolas seemed to have shuddered as did Tauriel.

"It's Casadon," My tone heavy, concentrated and determined. I won't be slaughtered by these beings.

"A filthy man name?" the King grilled with such intensity, to only received a returning snarl of an animal.

"Call it what you will, but Ercassiel is dead."

"Very well then, do not receive your sword. I would much like to keep in my own right," Thranduil taunted.

I grimaced. He had absolutely no right to keep that weapon of mine. I deserve that sword; I deserved to keep it, "You have absolutely no claim to that sword." Thranduil wanted me to be angry -to be filled an unpleasant fire, smouldering angry to his will. Another reason for me to be executed.

"Leave us," The King's drawing soft voice grew near, as he waved his hand, commanding for everyone to leave, accept Legolas and Tauriel. To which, everyone did. All flooding out like a river of many unlikely streams. Thranduil began to exit from his throne -a lousy throne. Ambling towards me.