Thranduil sighed with annoyance, but of course not in front of her. There was no way to prove his identity and make to believe that he was innocent to her, when she was not trusting him at all, even after he had explained about this quite unwanted accidental visit.

And now, he has pretended as for the most wanted fugitive. At first, the bulgar, and now the sinner. How dramatic.

She was not believing him at all.

How could he be so certain about this? Because,

"How could I just trust you, that you weren't here for any burglaries, or for assassinating me, or something of that ilk?" She sneered to him, with distrusts in her eyes.

She was aiming her arrows to him.

"But, as I studied your current status, and also your weapons, I think it's more closed enough to the assassin." She pointed his silver twin swords with her jaw, which she took from under of his nose. He smirked arrogantly.

Ha-

There was no time for him to waste it like this. He was out of a time. He had no times to play a game with her. He must returned. Return to his people. He glared her without emotions, who was blocking the way out from this chamber. He sighed, and asked her to let him just go, directly.

He sighed once again deeply, "My lady- "

"Oh, such a manners- ...Arwen. My king." Lúthien gave him a name, but not hers, her friend's. And what he has returned was the smirking tone of lowered voice which seemed to be amused at her name.

"Lady Arwen. Oh, I know her, but she does not have the dark hazel eyes like yours. Rather more closed to her father's; the blue one. Okay, now that's enough. That was quite nice try, but unhilarious. Now get out of my way, please.

I have no time." He sneered. He clenched his jaw slightly. He tried to stand properly, but he could not. His head aches for a while. He inhaled roughly.

"Thranduil, where in arda are you. Why are you not coming-" The familiar, silver haired elven lord of Lothlorien spoke to him with furious face, which was washed with dark bloods. He was slashing the orcs with his swords. Soon, he has surrounded by the filthy things and wargs.

"Where are you!" Celeborn cried out.

Thranduil gasped intensely, feeling that his heart was torn apart, he tried to fetch his friend, who was fading away in front of his nose.

"Celeborn? No, wait. I'm going to you, mellon nî-" No, no. Not this time. Oh, Eru!! Let me protect my people!! Let me go-

He reach for his mellon to help him, but soon he was captured, and- gone. No, literally he was faded away from his sights, just as the smokes.

"no, no, No! Celeborn!!!!" He reached his arms to Celeborn, but before his hand reaches, he has gone just like the wind. His rough breaths became more rapidly. Was there anything left to him more lose? He lost his father first, and next was his love, and now he lose his friend.

Now, there was nothing left for him to lose more.

But he was wrong.

There were still plenty of things has left to lose more.

"Legolas? Ionneg, why are you-" No. Not my son. Not him. His reddened eyes has born the blooded tears.

"Ada, Sorry.. I can not make it.." His greenleaf was soaked in blood.

"Where- where are you, ion nín. I will go for you, Ada will go. Where- No!"

And next was his people.

"Where have you gone.. Where are you.. Why did you abandon us, aran nín." The crying of his innocent people stabbed him continuously.

"no, no. I didn't leave you. I didn't abandon you- " As their scream keep continued, the gentle voice whispered to him, but it did not reach to him.

'Thranduil, lasto beth nîn, tolo don nan galad'

But the things had gone more worsened. The ringwraiths' shrieks had seized him. He could see nothing. His sights has gone black.

'Hear my voice, come back to the light. Hear my voice, Thranduil- '

Now, it was himself to lose.

Sindarin translations

Aran nín- my King

Lasto beth nîn - listen to me; hear my voice.

tolo don nan galad - come back to the light

mellon - friend

ionneg - son

Ada - father