Thranduin knocked down one of the elves with the back of his sword. He wasn't the greatest warrior that was around, but he knew perfectly well how to get rid of people without causing fatal damage.
One of the guards screamed as a dwarf threw an axe into his belly, but another kicked his head until he lost conscience.
Thranduin didn't think about the consequences of his actions. Those matters would be important tomorrow, but now he could only think about Alyssae, who had to see helplessly how her lover died. Because that was what he was.
He had never realized she didn't love him because she had given her heart to someone else, but when she had fallen on the ground crying, he knew his uncle was right.
Somebody else might have been disappointed by hearing those words, but Thranduin only had became more furious. He already knew Alyssae didn't love him. Since he had believed she had been dead for half a year, he could imagine the despair she was fighting against. He knew he would lose her forever when this dwarf died, because he would take some part of her soul with him. He didn't want such a fate for Alyssae. He didn't want her world to collapse. He didn't care that the dwarf prince had thrown a vase against his head. He respected the feelings of the man, even though he would have acted otherwise.
He had reached the last elf, but this one let him through sighing. Thranduin ran across the corridor and reached the dungeons with the dwarfs on his heels.
His heart broke when he saw Alyssae, lying on the ground while crying, with her arms upon the battered body of the dwarf. She looked up stupefied when she heard them.
"It's too late," she whispered.
Thranduin shook his head. Alyssae's glance was troubled by grief, but he noticed the dwarf was still alive.
"Bring him here."
It would take too long to break open the cell.
"We need a healer," she sobbed. "Why didn't you bring a healer?"
"I came," he answered shortly.
She raised herself in anger. "I don't want you!' she screamed. "Thranduil is the only one who's powerful enough to heal him and he will never do that!"
Thranduin bend his knees tired. He had to find a way to reach her, because it was clear her grief affected her brain. "I am a healer, my dear. The most well known in my kingdom."
"Come on, let him try at least, Alys!" one of the dwarves insisted.
"Fili," she cried. "I am so sorry. I didn't know ..."
"Bring him here, elf!' a brown-haired dwarf with a dense beard snarled. "You now have the chance to make things right!"
Alyssae stared at the dwarf, but he seemed to make contact with her and she dragged Thorin towards them. The dwarves became silent as they saw how mauled their king was and some started to sniff softly, believing he couldn't be saved anymore. Thranduin would have agreed if he hadn't known what he was capable of, but he had executed the impossible more often. He stretched his arm above Thorin's body and an orange glow appeared, which increased the hope of everyone.
"Can you really heal him?" Alyssae asked baffled.
Thranduin knew he could because of the love he felt for her. He just feared for his own well-being, because it had been a long day and the magic would weaken him. Hopefully that wouldn't happen before the greatest danger had disappeared.
He closed his eyes and formulated the spells he had learned a long time ago. Warm energy streamed through his body while he focused all his attention at the dwarf and healed his wounds one by one.