Imagine:
Thranduil trying to keep you in Mirkwood to protect you
āYouāre not going,ā Thranduil said, striding toward you.
āThey will need help,ā you protested, buckling a belt around your waist.
āThey can get help in Esgaroth,ā he dismissed.
āDo you really think the Master will help a bunch of dwarves?ā you asked as you reached for your bow.
Thranduil stopped you with a hand on your wrist.Ā āYou know the not all in Esgaroth will let the Master stop them. Men are not so bad as that.ā
You brushed his hand off and took your bow before heading for the gate.
Before you could leave, an arm wound its way around your waist,stopping you from continuing to the gate.
āWhy does it need to be you that helps them?ā
āBecause if I do not, who will?ā you answered before walking out the gate and disappearing into the forest.







