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Mastermind
by Aranel Laerien
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Chapter X – Justice
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Thranduil nodded as Curuvir explained his conjecture.
"Is your wife aware of this?"
Curuvir shook his head. "No, my king. I have made discreet arrangements for her to be kept from home with the seamstresses, but that is all."
"This is ill news indeed," Thranduil said. "Grievous as it would be to you, we must find your son – your true son."
"And, my king, would you condemn him to death?"
Thranduil sighed. "I understand it is indeed difficult but it must be done. This justice must be carried out."
There was a long pause.
"Indeed, justice must be satisfied," Curuvir began slowly, "but it would also be, if another died on his behalf."
Thranduil looked surprised. "And you mean?"
Curuvir looked into his liege's eyes. "That I would die for my son."
"This is folly," Thranduil shook his head. "Has he in any way respected you as father?"
"Perhaps," Curuvir said, "but whatever he may have done, he still remains my son. My king, all these years I have served you, I have never asked for a favour. But I ask for this now, that you would give him a chance at redemption."
After what felt like eternity, Thranduil nodded a heavy head.
When the sword was drawn back, Curuvir, kneeling, closed his eyes, a contented smile on his face.
From behind the curtains, Hendur watched in disbelief.