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Thranduil

The look on Elrond's face could only be described as glee.

Thranduil kept his face impassive and refused to touch the subject Elrond so eagerly awaited. The game had gone for three hours at least, with Elrond leaving inviting suggestions that Thranduil did not bother to entertain. And so the fourth hour was soon coming to an end. But Thranduil's pride was newly healed after suffering such a deep bruise. He refused to allow Elrond wound it again.

As the minutes ticked by, the pair stared at each other wordlessly. Thranduil's face steadily grew more stony and Elrond's smile only grew wider and wider.

Finally, it was Elrond who broke the terse silence.

"You surprise me, Thranduil," the Lord of Imladris said smoothly. He lifted his goblet to his lips and took a long drink, merry eyes looking at Thranduil over the rim. "I must admit I am baffled."

"It does not take much to baffle you, Elrond," Thranduil said curtly. He was not going to enjoy this. Elrond sat down the goblet, its metal ringing lightly when it hit the polished wooden table separating the two Elves. Elrond leaned forward, his white teeth flashing in a wide grin.

"Thranduil Oropherion, you boasted many times how nothing passed your attention in your own Halls, and the Dwarves escaped… in barrels." Elrond was laughing now. The Lord leaned back in his chair and laughed even when Thranduil threw him a dangerous look. "By an unwatched latch, no less! I told you, your love for wine will come back to you in a most unpleasant manner!"

Thranduil gracefully uncrossed his legs and rose from his chair. He straightened his back and held up his head with as much dignity as possible and looked at his old friend.

"I am needed elsewhere."

If he hoped to curb Elrond's humour with such a curt statement, he was sorely mistaken. The Half-Elf's bright laughter followed him out the door until he reached the end of the corridor.


Author's Note:

-This was inspired by the fact that Thranduil was in control of his Halls, but the Dwarves (not really their enemy, but still disliked), managed to outwit him and leave. (With Bilbo, but Elves and Dwarves have something going on more than Elves and Hobbits).

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