Once the great king had heard of the death of Smaug he knew this was his time to get the jewels from under the mountain that he deserved and belonged to him. He had woken all of his army and told them to be ready to ride in the morning for it was time to get what was promised to him, even if it meant seeing these dreadful dwarves again.
-time passes-
Thranduil now stood outside of the gates of the mountain with a glare set on his face, "you dare call me Selfish, yet look at you dwarf scum. You hide away in your gold." He hissed out at him as he moved forward his mouth gapping open slighty as he saw the arrow hit the ground at his feet "you are out numored Thorin! Will you have war!?" He called out just as the king looked to the east of the hills and called war.
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FanfictionThe elves are in battle for Erebor and Thranduil takes an dagger to the back to save his son from going through heartbreak.
