Thranduil receives some uninvited guests... one of whom seems to think that the Elvenking is just a tad bit too vain... Story totally inspired by Graham McTavish!
“Hir nin.” The prince began, knowing that his voice alone would be enough to waken the Elvenking.
While Thranduil did not appear to move at first, the archer’s blue gaze flickered momentarily to a slight, almost imperceptible movement of Thranduil’s right thumb upon the oaken staff that was in his hand even during a late afternoon nap.
To the Dwarves, of course, nothing would have seemed amiss… especially given the reality that Elves slept with their eyes open.
“Our patrol has stumbled upon a grouping of Dwarves in the forests.” Legolas continued, undaunted by the regal form towering above him on the throne.
Very slowly the Elvenking turned his head until both eyes were upon the bound Dwarves who stood far below.
“So much for the benevolence of Thranduil, Lord of the Elves.” Spoke up a rather bald Dwarf with a menacing brow. The smaller being held up his tattooed fists to show off the length of rope keeping them together. “Is this how you treat travelers to your lands?”
For a brief moment, well, it seemed like the Elvenking was simply going to ignore the rude comment. Yet a slight movement of the corner of his father’s eye told Legolas all he needed to know…
“Only the ones who annoy me.” Thranduil spoke, staring at the lot of Dwarves with a mixture of, well annoyance at being woken… and sheer disgust for having the beings in his home at all.
