I don't own any of the charachters, owned by J. R. R. Tolkien.
I hope you will enjoy this, even if it is a short story, and I hope I didn't make grammatical mistakes ^^. If there are mistakes, please tell me ?
PS : I'm french, so please think that english is not my mothertongue
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When Thranduil opened slowly his eyes, he felt his senses in alert, knowing he wasn't in his room anymore. Indeed, this place was far larger and darker than where he lived. He felt a little lost and then, after taking a look all around, he guessed he was -unfortunately- in Smaug's lair. Obviously, he didn't know how he came here during his sleeping time. Usually, he wasn't weak, as a good King of Elves in Mirkwood, but in front of an enormous monster with wings, he didn't have a chance to defend himself. He hated to admit it, but he felt his heart speed up of fear, and he already knew he was in danger.
He tried to be as quiet as he could when he managed to stand up, but it wasn't enough because some gold pieces fell all around him. He suddenly jumped when he heard a loud voice.
"Already woken up, elf ?" grinned Smaug, looked down at him. "Surprised to be in my home, uh? I recognize it was a little hard to persuade one of your elves to betray you and then to bring you here..."
He caught the "little" elf with his claws and took him so close to his big head that Thranduil couldn't breathe anymore, greatly frightened by his situation.
"And I'm planning to have fun with you, small weak thing..." he laughed when he felt the Elvenking body shaking a little after his sentence.
Then he put the elf on the floor. Just at this moment, the elf decided to try an escape and ran as fast as he could towards the big broken doors, taking some golden weapons with him, in case he needed to defend himself from the fire-eater. He was near the entry when he felt the dragon's paw grab furiously his hair and he pulled him back violently, letting him any chance to struggle. The fairy man's head was now open by many cuts, and the blood flowed alarmingly, but even if it hurted as hell, he tried to focus, in the aim to not faint.
"DON'T TRY TO GET OUT OF HERE, STUPID THING ! " the red creature cried out of rage. " I know your weaknesses, do you know this ? Is it your desire to see all your people destroyed, and crying between my flammes ? Do you want to see your son –what is his name ? – ah yes, Legolas, suffer under my anger ? I can tie you up and let you watch your son die in agony, is that what you want ?"
" No ! Don't even touch one of my son's hair, dragon ! I beg you ! And do not harm my people … Do whatever you want of me –you sadistic monster, he thought- but let them in peace…"
" Wise decision, Thranduil… What a good king and a good father you are !" sneered Smaug, happy to play with a new resistant toy.
He abandonned himself and closed his eyes of resignation, knowing he was going to be subject of torture. But he didn't care. At least, his people and Legolas will be safe thanks to his sacrifice, even if he cursed the damn elf who had betrayed him, whoever he/she was. And he hoped in his mind that someone could save him on time. Even if there was only one chance to be rescued.