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A/N: Italicized parts show the parts which are inelvish.

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Imprisoned

Chapter 10

The elf sat opposite to Thorin and started talking:

"First of all let me introduce myself. My name is Legolas Thranduilion." When Thorin recognized what this words mend he grew fully confused. Thranduilion, that mend...

"You are the kings son?"

"Yes I am."

"But why are you helping us against your father?"

"Because he is wrong. He should have helped you the first time you asked for aid and he should definitely not held you prisoners risking someones death just because of some gems. He has no right to do so."

Thorin was left speechless after this. The kings son had helped them to escape against his father's will because he thought the king had no right to arrest them. This one was clearly not like any elf he had ever met. Certainly his father had educated him to think of dwarfs as inferior. But despite this he had stood up against his father just for some dwarfs.

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe they were some elves who were not like Thranduil. Maybe this Legolas was really friendly. Thorin was surprised as this thoughts crossed his mind but maybe they were right. He promised to himself to find out whether this elf was in fact different from his kin.

"If you think so why didn't you helped us when we needed help so desperately?"

"I was not in my father's realm this time."

"Where were you?"

"In Rivendell. After my mothers death my father send my there to be educated." Thorin was surprised by the grief in the elf's eyes. This must be a sore spot. He could not imagine Thranduil having a wife and a young child. How could a person be so cold when he was married to a woman who even gave their son birth?

His face must have show his thoughts somehow because the elf stared to speak again barley audible but he spoke:

"I know you hate my father for his coldness but he was not ever like this. When my mother was alive he was much more gentle and forgiving but then she died and he build a wall around him keeping everyone out and so he grew this cold."

Thorin was not sure how to deal with this information and the grief in the elf's eyes so he decided to change the topic:

"What was it Thranduil said to you back in the palace?"

"He told me that he was disappointed by my actions. He said he know I helped you to escape and that he normally would banish me for my whole life but because there is no other heir to mirkwood he would allow me to return after five centuries have passed by."

Again Thorin was speechless but this time Balin who had listened their conversation like all dwarfs spoke now:

"What does this mean for you exactly?"

"I am not allowed to come to mirkwood for five centuries. If I do I will be banished for my whole life. So if I am still in mirkwood when the dawn sets in and they find me I am no longer the prince of mirkwood but an homeless elf."

Thorin was shocked the Thranduil punished his own son this hard. He would not voice it but he admired this elf for his braveness to be still with them when he should leave this forest as fast as he could because the elves who certainly followed them would have to banish him if they find him. He would lose his home and his family and friends. This elf had rescued them and Thorin did not want him to face the same fate he himself had faced.

"Go. You have to leave. There is not much time until dawn."

"No Kili needs help. I need to check on the wound in case something went wrong. I will stay with until he is fully healed."

Against his will Thorin was somehow impressed by this elf who was willing to risk his life in his home for a foreign dwarf. And the the words were out before he could hold them back:

"Then come to erebor with us. You shall be welcome to live there with us until you are able to return to mirkwood."

He was not sure whether he really said this. He had invited an elf to stay with his people for five centuries. He had no idea what brought him to do so but he could not take it back. In fact this elf deserved his hospitality. And when he looked around his companions he saw surprise in their faces but no disagreement.

Finally he looked to the elf and he saw surprise and something else he could not point out clearly maybe it was happiness. A small voice in his head told him that maybe once he could be friends with this elf. A strange thought but well...

"Tell me, Legolas Thranduilion, will you accompany us?"

"Yes, it would be a pleasure to me Thorin Oakenshield."

The end

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