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Chapter 26:
Megan's POV
As we are walking in a straight line towards the King's doors, more elves leaped from the trees and I saw they gathered all of our lost weapons and Thorin's sword. Thorin gives the elf holding his sword a resentful look.
Bilbo disappeared like he said he would do, but he hasn't taken off his ring yet to make him visible. I hope the spiders didn't take him.
The elves approached us and bound our hands. I notice the red haired elf and Legolas is staring at me and my friends curiously.
I look a few dwarves ahead to see Kili looking at the red haired elleth. Something in my stomach started stirring and I didn't like it. I'm probably just starving like the rest of the company. I shrug it off.
"I've never seen a female dwarf before." The red haired elleth tells no one in particular but looks at Lindsey and me. "I have always heard they have beards like the males." The dwarves in front of us give us a look out of the corner of their eyes saying 'do not speak to them.' Lindsey and I listen to them and ignore the elves.
But I know my friends and my eyes glance to Legolas as we walk. He looked to be lost in thought but still has serious business eyes.
Mirkwood is strange and unique. While Rivendell was bright and cheerful, Mirkwood is dark and gloomy but has this weird beautiful touch.
We cross a small bridge that is over rapid flowing water below and we enter the cave. It is nothing like the goblin town. This great cave opened up to smaller ones on every side, wound far underground and had many passages and wide walls. I started thinking if Thorin's place is like this. Thorin must be Thranduil's idol. I laugh inside my head, 'no way.'
The elves lead us down a rocky pathway. The whole inside of the cave is majestic and beautifully carved.
Straight ahead there is a thrown, a unique one, with Thranduil sitting pretty comfortable on his thrown. Huge, I mean HUGE elk or moose antlers are on top of the thrown and his crown is spiky.
He likes spiky stuff. I do too.
He doesn't sit with a straight back, his back is leaning to the corner of the thrown and his legs crossed. He reminds me of Emperor Kuzco on Emperor's New Groove for some weird reason.
Legolas walks to the front of the company bowing his head to his father and his father nods back. Legolas and his father look so much alike, the light blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes and everything! We are no longer in a straight line; we are all huddled together looking up to the King. Two of his guards, on his left and right, stiffen up. The King doesn't have hatred on his face at all. He has a stressed out looking face, "Well, if it isn't Thorin, the king without a throne," King Thranduil bragged. "May I ask what are you doing in my kingdom?"
Silence as the dwarves stared at him defiantly.
Thranduil doesn't move or his face never changes, "It has come to my ears that you wish to reclaim Erebor." Thranduil savors the look of surprise on Thorin's face.
Thranduil sits up much straighter, still with his legs crossed and he looks at us all, "I'll tell you all that it is hopeless. If you manage to wake the dragon, it will destroy everything. Everything within its sight. All for the sake of some treasure." His voice echoes a bit in here, they have good acoustics.
Thorin's eyes look super angry, "We are aware of this, that's why we have a burglar. We are willing to take the chance, instead of watching and waiting like you did when it burned down Erebor and Dale," Thorin reference to the past is filled with venom.
Thranduil looks at all of us then to his son and the other elves next to us,
"Unbind them. They need no ropes in here. There is no escape from my doors for those who are once brought inside."
The elves quickly cut the rope from our hands letting it all fall to the ground. I look to my friends who look nervous and scared like me, but none of us show it.
The King still sits up straight on his thrown, "I am not a coward for not risking the lives of my people for your sake," he glowered down on him, stepping down threatening. It made the company reach for their weapons that aren't on them, but being held by the elves.
"You still have not yet answered my first question." He looks down on Thorin. The rest of the dwarves are surly and angry and did not even pretend to be polite, besides Balin and my friends and I somewhat.
"What have we done, O king?" Balin asks.
"It is a crime to wander in my realm without leave. Did you not three times pursue and trouble my people in the forest and rouse the spiders with your riot and clamor?" Thranduil speaks to us as Thorin remains silent like the rest of us.
The King continues, "After the entire disturbance you have made, I have a right to know what brings you here."
It makes sense, why can't we just tell him? I look to Reagan who looks like she wants to speak before Thranduil could probably do something with us all. But instead she keeps her mouth shut. I look to my side and see something glowing, like some sort of book on the floor. That's kind of weird.
The King diverts his eyes to my friends and me as he speaks to Thorin, "You have four women with you. What is the meaning of that? And one of them is one of my kin."
Thranduil looks at Lauren contemplating something in his eyes. Reagan, Lindsey, and I step closer to Lauren.
Lauren's POV
My friends step closer to me. I am looking Thranduil in his icy blue eyes trying to hide everything in my eyes. I notice the king shares a look with his son.
He looks back to Thorin and says starting with a whisper, "Where does your journey end? You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule."
It is still dead silence.
"Will you not speak?" The King asks him. The answer is silence from Thorin.
"It looks like I'm finished here. Take them to the dungeons; they will not endanger us all!" Thranduil commands angry.
The dwarves start yelling and grumbling curses and Thranduil's eyes hold amusement.
"All you have to do is speak your intentions of being in my kingdom. That goes to all of you. You wouldn't have to be imprisoned."
The dwarves do not want to give in. They don't want to say that they lost their way; that they couldn't see in the dark, they didn't want to show weakness.
Legolas stepped towards us with Tauriel, I heard Legolas talking to her so I heard her name, ready to escort us to the dungeons.
He faltered a bit when he came up to me and my friends, but instead of pushing me along, he has both of his hands on my shoulders holding me in place. I'm confused.
He gives the short three girls and me a sorrowful glance before his face went blank.
I watch all of my friends be accompanied to the dungeons with Tauriel since she was the captain of guards. I saw Megan kick a guard causing him to let go of her slightly and she bends down to pick up a small book. The guard then keeps leading her on and the rest of them till I can't hear them cursing no more. I feel one small tear trail down my cheek looking in that direction hoping they would come out.
It is silence again and Thranduil is looking at me. Legolas removes his hands from my shoulders and he moves to the side facing me, blocking my way to try to run to the company.
"Your friends will be fine. I do not wish to harm any of you. What is your purpose with them?" Thranduil asks softly.
I asked at the same time as he asked me, "Why wasn't I taken to the dungeons?"
The king answers, "I do not imprison my own." He gives me a look that he wants an answer.
"To help them." I decide to say.
"To help them on their quest to reclaim their homeland and slay a dragon." He summons up.
I do not nod or shake my head, I remain still.
"Why would you want to help them? All you're doing is getting closer to death."
I'm kind of getting mad when he said that last thing but I softly say, "I'm helping them because it's the right thing."
The King looks like he wants to laugh, "What can be so right about that?" Tauriel walks back in.
I say, "A dragon took their home from them. These are dark times and the dragon just sitting in gold isn't helping much. It needs to be killed and the dwarves need their only home back. And their home is on Middle Earth, where we all dwell. It has to do with us all."
Thranduil remains silent as he looks down on me. I feel short.
Before I could react, Legolas grabs my arm and leads me away from Thranduil. I rethink my words and I hope I didn't insult him.
I am not heading towards the dungeons. I gulp.
Lindsey's POV
After the red haired elleth looked at us all one last time making sure we were locked in good and tight, she made her way out.
"They made Lauren stay because she is an elf. That King better not force or get any answers out of her."
I grumble and slam my fist on the wall.
We are all in separate cells. The elves gave us food, but a little portion, and drink to each of us. There is a table in the center of the room and wine barrels filled with wine are stacked to the left and empty ones to the right.
I'm sitting down now and I turn to my right and see Megan in the next cell looking at the very small book she picked up.
"Why do you have a book?" I ask her.
"It was glowing Lindsey. And no one saw it on the floor! I'm thinking it's an answer to get home!" She says.
Reagan jumps hearing this on the other side of me, "What makes you say that?"
"I can't read this. It's in a different language." Megan answers.
Then we hear steps coming down into the dungeon. It is two elf men. A young one with a serious appearance, and what looks like a chief who seems old and he is smiling happily.
The chief guard sits at the table and props his feet up relaxing. And the young one stares at him.
"They are not going anywhere. Just sit and have some drink." The chief speaks in elvish as he pours some wine for himself as tells the young guard.
I hear Thorin sigh miserably.
I look straight ahead to the cell across from me and I see Fili. "You alright Lindsey?" he asks with concern.
"No." I answer. "None of us are."
"We will be alright later on. Don't worry." He tells me with some emotion in his voice that I didn't know what it was but it made me smile.
Megan hides the book in her shirt from the young elf guard that is walking and looking in every cell. The elves took all of our belongings. We all eat when the elves aren't looking, even though they may be.
This is horrible. I don't like jail.
Then I hear really silent footfalls walking past our cells and no one is there. Is this place haunted?
A/N: I love writing this and my LOTR Elrond/OC story. Do you all still like this story? Please review, I really want to hear from you. :)