ofinfinities for Thranduil
The last person he ever expected to see in this place would be the King to the Woodland Realm. Yet he here was, standing before Bilbo in all of his shining glory. Sure, Thranduil had helped them greatly in the war but that didn't change the fact that Bilbo was the one to free all his prisoners and potentially lead them straight to the dragon. Bilbo pursed his lips, carefully stepping up to the king, finger tips twitching at his sides.
“My Lord. I did not expect to see you here.” He says, looking up at the familiar elf with a curious gaze. Had he fallen into this world just as Bilbo had? What a remarkable position for a King to be in, he thinks to himself with a chuckle. While not being his favorite person in the world, he feels as if being on good terms with the King is imperative in this situation. After all, Bilbo has got nothing more than his pipe and his sword.
His pipe is packed and his sword is sheathed. But that wall is making him uncomfortable, the looming feeling of something being kept out weighing over his head. In his experience that is why walls are built. In his world at least. If it comes to battle once more he will need as many allies as he can get.
“How did you get here?”












