Ever wondered what Thranduil did when the dwarves escaped? This is a short fic explaining it.

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Escaped



King Thranduil sat in his study and was really bored. His feet rested on a pile of documents which lay on his desk. He stared intently at the quill in his hand which was not very interesting at all.

Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. He hurriedly removed his feet from the desk, sat upright and pretended to be busy writing a letter.

The huge door burst open and in came his chief advisor who looked rather upset. Thranduil was so startled that he accidentally spilled the ink bottle he was holding in order to refill his quill over the letter.

"Can't you knock before you come in?! I nearly had an heart attack!"

"Sorry your highness, but there is a very urgent matter. The dwarves you locked into that caves escaped somehow."

"What?! But the guards....?"

"They were drunk my Lord."

Thranduil was slowly going red. His chief advisor who knew that his king was able to have a very nasty temper when he was angry thought that it was time to leave. He slowly backed out of the door and closed it softly. Even through the closed door he could understand Thranduil's curses quite clearly.

Inside the room the king threw insults at the completely innocent painting of the former king Oropher, his father. Not that he blamed the painting for the incident but in lack of someone to shout at.....

Finally he stopped shouting and decided that it would be the best to drink a glass of whiskey in order to calm his nerves. He poured himself a glass but then he grabbed the bottle instead and emptied it rather fast.

Stabilized through the alcohol Thranduil came to the conclusion that this incident was not so grave at all.



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