Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Professor Tolkien or Peter Jackson.
A/N: So I was walking my dogs this evening, and this idea popped into my head as I was brainstorming for Arrival in Mithlond. Don't ask how my thoughts turned in this direction, I have absolutely no idea myself. I guess that's just how my mind works. Anyways...please let me know what you think, I will post two chapters tonight and see what happens. I won't go too far with this though, for there are other things I want to pursue with Thranduil and injuries that will not work with other pieces I intend to write about him. This is a stand alone piece.
Please read, review, and enjoy if possible. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.
His hands were not tied together very well, and he had not been thoroughly searched.
It took Narzug a moment to realize that, but when he did, it was almost cause for celebration. Almost, but not quite. It would have to be a silent celebration, and one that he would take full advantage of, but not yet.
Now he was being forced to listen to the Elf-king speak of the nature of evil as he slowly paced around him, "Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all foul things come forth," stopping behind Narzug and his son and crossing his arms in front of him, fully confident that the orc-filth could not escape his bindings or his son.
In front of him was the she-elf that had captured him.
And holding him was the Elf-prince with a dagger to his throat, looking as though he absolutely loathed the task, but would do so until he was ordered not to.
At that time, Narzug's death would probably be assured.
The Elf-prince holding him suddenly says from above, "You were tracking a company of thirteen dwarves. Why?"
Narzug replies with relish and scorn, "Not thirteen, not anymore." Looking directly at Tauriel he says, "The young one, the blackhead archer, we stuck him with a Morgul shaft. The poison's in his blood. He'll be choking on it soon."
Although her face betrays no emotion, Tauriel's breathing gives much away and she says quietly and with anger in her voice, "Answer the question, filth."
Narzug only spits out, "Shâ hakhtiz khulnai go, golgi!" as he tries to attack her, to which Tauriel responds by spinning her daggers about her head and showing an internal anger that is quickly coming to the fore.
Legolas quickly grabs his hair all the tighter and says, "I would not antagonize her."
Tauriel begins to speak again, her words coming faster and faster as adrenaline starts to course through her veins, "You like killing things, Orc? You like death? Then let me give it to you!" as she makes to strike the orc down, which would have immediately ended not only Narzug's life, but also what he thought he might try to do with the knife he knew was still hidden in reach of his bound hands.
Before she can end the orc's miserable life, she is stopped by the firm, unforgiving voice of her king, "Farn! Tauriel, ego! Gwao hi!"
Tauriel reluctantly walks away, but once out of sight of the throne she leaves quickly to her personal chambers, grabs her bow and blade, and departs the palace without another word. Knowing King Thranduil, he will order the doors sealed until it is deemed safe to open them again, and she will have missed her chance.
Once Tauriel has left Thranduil says, "I do not care about one dead dwarf. Answer the question. You have nothing to fear. Tell us what you know and I will set you free." as the orc listens carefully, not believing a word coming from the elf's mouth, and getting ready to strike.
He has finally freed his hands, and he cannot believe that no one has noticed! Luckily for him, they were more focused on his reactions than on what his hands were doing at that moment. It would make what he planned to do much easier. Imagine what his master would say when he learned that a simple archer was able to kill the Elf-king that the One wanted dead!
Hiding his smile he returns his attention to the Elf-prince who was asking him: "You had orders to kill them, why? What is Thorin Oakenshield to you?"and cocking his head slightly in curiosity.
Narzug, shaking with fake, but at the same time real, anger at the Dwarf's audacity growls, "The Dwarf runt will never be King!"
Legolas is shocked to say the least, but also angry, and so replies with the words, "King? There is no King under the mountain, nor will there ever be. None would dare to enter Erebor whilst the dragon lives." Lord Thranduil begins to slowly walk back in front of the orc.
Narzug hides his smile once again as he sees this motion, knowing his moment is coming as he says, "You know nothing. You're world will burn."
Legolas shakes him and holds the blade closer to Narzug's neck as he says: "What are you talking about? Speak!"
The elven king is right in front of him and grows angry as he hears words he never wanted to hear again, "Our time has come again. My master serves the One."
Narzug notes this, and slips the ropes off his hands, keeping them behind his back the entire time. He carefully reaches for and grabs the hidden knife, not taking his eyes of the Elvenking.
He wants to make sure he hits just the right spot, but he cannot help but taunt the elves as he growls out, "Do you understand now, Elfling? Death is upon you. The flames of war are upon you," and he starts to laugh as he moves forward quickly. He feels his head become free of the Elf-prince as he lunges for the king, who has half-drawn his sword.
It would not be enough.
The look of surprise on the Elvenking's face was an enjoyable one to see for the orc as he jumped the distance between them. He had had no time to draw his sword completely, nor had his son had anyway to stop what was going to pass.
The guards at the bottom of the steps had stirred and were making their up, but they would not be fast enough.
Before anyone could acknowledge what was happening, the orc collided with the Elvenking, the force of the impact propelling them backwards. All present could almost hear the smack! as Thranduil's head hit the stone behind him. He hit the floor limply and was still, and the orc began to deliver the final blow to the defenseless king, not caring if it brought about his own death or not.
Translations:
Shâ hakhtiz khulnai go, golgi! - I do not answer to dogs, She-Elf!
Farn! Tauriel, ego! Gwao hi! - Enough! Tauriel, leave! Go now.