𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Disco Ball | Thranduil

That night was not going to be just any night, the kind in which you are lying down in your bed to rest after a day full of worries and work. No, that wasn't exactly going to happen. A beauty salon in a big city is where we headed, but it wasn't just any beauty salon, at least at that time, as paparazzi, lights and screams everywhere filled the streets near that salon. A certain pointy-eared princess, Thranduil, that night had an important meeting to attend, not one of the boring ones we all know, but one of his kind.

At that moment he was fixing his well-cared blond hair, fine as silk, filing his nails well and doing some touch-ups on his face with makeup, although more than doing it himself, others were doing it for him. They were putting a few last highlights on his cheekbones and he would be perfect for the show. He was only missing his crown before leaving through the doors of that beauty salon and heading to his destination.

The doors opened and, then, thousands of cameras settled on him, screams of thousands of girls wanting to take pictures with him could be heard. He began to walk down the great corridor that all that people had formed.
"My lord Thranduil, your car has not arrived yet, it has suffered a slight setback...," said one of the men at his command. Thranduil looked at him with his cold eyes.
"It doesn't matter, I don't need one of your machines to be able to move around this city full of lights. Bring my elk," he said solemnly.
"Yes, my lord," said the same man bowing. Thranduil shook his head.
"I preferred my guards from Mirkwood, they were more attentive and more precise. Men are always so imperfect and with their problems in between..." he said, waiting for his elk.

Suddenly, he received a message on his WhatsApp, it was one that he precisely did not want to read. It was neither more nor less than his friend, Thorin. The dwarf wanted to try to understand why Thranduil had sent him photos of him showing off with his fangirls.
"Really?" he elf wondered, and decided to leave the message in sight, keeping the mobile in his clothes. The screams of all the girls were starting to give him a headache.
"Thranduil! Here!" That was all he was listening to. He decided to go, once again, to a group of girls who were calling him, and he took photos with all of them, his smile flooding all the cameras. When he finished, he rolled his eyes. Too much commotion.

It was in a matter of a few minutes that his precious elk appeared, and he did not hesitate to mount himself with great elegance on its back. He ordered the animal to move just when his personal car had reached the doors of the beauty salon, but he no longer needed it, his elk had already moved away, heading to his destination.

When he arrived, he made his way gracefully through the crowd. Nobody expected that the elf king would appear that night in a place like a disco, but there he was, walking like a model and dragging his long skirts around the place, being admired by hundreds of women, but also receiving bad looks from others. The real show had lost prominence with his dazzling arrival and his even brighter smile. The cell phone rang again, several times, but Thranduil ignored the sound, and actually decided to turn it off so it would stop bothering him.

They closed the doors once he entered the place and the elf stood next to the DJ, his place was not to be in the middle of the masses smelling of alcohol and staining his precious hair and his clothes.
"What kind of music is this? Please put something less overwhelming... My head aches," he told the DJ.
"What are you doing, man?" said the DJ. Thranduil then put him aside and decided to put on another style of music, more of his style, although no less fun than the previous one.

People started clapping, it is not known for sure if because of the music or because he was playing a record player, but the fact is that everyone was clapping, whistling and shouting. Thranduil then noticed the ball hanging from the ceiling. He was struck by the flashes it gave off thanks to the reflection of the disco lights, and he did not hesitate to do his own thing.
"Hey, get here and keep playing, I have other matters to attend to," said the elf king getting up on the bar of the disco and propelling himself with a jump to reach that ball, throwing various drinks from various customers to the ground in the attempt.

He swung in it, giggling and sticking his tongue out in a mischievous way at all the girls. Many women could only scream in excitement at seeing him like this and others wanted to swung with him, but there was only room for one.
"What do you think? This is fun. I didn't know that in the human world one could have fun in these ways," Thranduil said laughing.

Suddenly, the doors opened again, this time with a great crash. The uproar of all the people ceased. The elf king kept giggling cheekily, ignoring anything but him and his girls. Strong footsteps were heard, slow and intimidating. They got closer to their position.
"You!" It was heard. "Miserable rat!" The elf's smile faded upon hearing that voice and upon seeing its bearer. His face totally changed to one full of surprise.
"But who do we have here? A certain king under the mountain. Too bad to remind you that we are not even in Middle Earth, you have no power here," Thranduil said as he continued swaying. "Shut that mouth, you filthy rat!" Thorin said, approaching in a threatening way.

Thranduil gracefully stepped off the ball and became serious, a slight mischievous smile peeking across his hairless face. The show now focused on both kings. "How dare you let my messages in sight TWICE and even turn off the mobile when I'm talking to you?" Thorin asked, irritated. Thranduil began to circle slowly over the dwarf king.
"I find you indifferent, you and your messages, you do not contribute anything to me. It bothers you that I have more followers than you and that is not part of my concerns," said the elf king. Thorin muttered barbarities against the elf.
"Damn elf. It is not enough for you to see my people suffer, you even want to laugh at me. I'm not going to take any more of your bloody scorn!" Thorin said, raising his voice and looking at him without being intimidated.

Thranduil could only laugh to himself.
"Thorin, Thorin, Thorin, you never learn... You should have understood that I'm better than you and that my people are better than all your dwarves, you all are just simple mortals like all these humans that surround us. Accept it at once and go where you came from," Thranduil said.

Then Thorin drew his sword.
"Repeat that words and your hair will be the last of your worries," Thorin threatened. Then, at such words,Thranduil was offended and also drew his sword.
"I do not accept to hear such words from a dwarf," he said, pointing his light sword at Thorin's throat. The dwarf's blue eyes stared at the blade of the weapon and he knocked it away from him with a sword strike, counterattacking.
"Too bad your dear son isn't here to help you, pointy-eared princess!" Thorin said, starting the confrontation. Swords clashes sounded and people cheered instead of trying to separate them.
"Damn you!" Thorin shouted.

They fought at the rhythm of the music, unconsciously, and they did it so rhythmically that they seemed to be dancing. People were clapping. Suddenly, Orcrist's blade made a slight cut on the elf king's cheekbone and he stopped fighting for a few seconds, placing his hand on the wound that that dwarf had caused to him. Seeing blood on his fingers, he felt humiliated, and then this time he began to fight for real.
"Wow, the elf is not as perfect as he thought he was. Sorry to have to wake you up from your sweet dreams," Thorin said with a mocking tone.
"You're going to pay me for this!"  Thranduil shouted, but, then, the nightclub guards threw them out of the place because of all the commotion they were generating, cutting off the whole confrontation.

They continued to face each other on the street, still with many people surrounding them. Because of his long skirts, Thranduil accidentally slipped and fell backwards, giving Thorin everything to win, as he got on top of him without giving him the opportunity to move.
"Thorin, Thorin, wait, this can be solved...," Thranduil said.
"Shut up!" Thorin said, but when the dwarf was about to raise his sword, two arms separated him from the elf.
"No! Let me finish him off! Leave me!"  Thorin yelled. Dwalin and Balin had taken him away from the elf king.
"Enough Thorin. Put the fighting aside. It does not bring us anything to continue fighting with them," Balin said, trying to calm him down.
"No! The rat escapes!" Thorin shouted, seeing Thranduil catch his elk and flee after giving the dwarfs a hateful glance.
"Thorin, leave it. You've done enough," Dwalin said, placing his hand on the dwarf king's chest.