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"Do you understand now, Fairion?" Thranduil concluded, allowing deep dejection to fill his beautiful cornflower blue eyes.
"Yes, except for one thing. What did you do to Prince Legolas, Radagast?"
"I altered his memories. When he awakes he will not remember his mother. Instead, everything she did will be replaced with King Thranduil."*
"We agreed it would be better for him this way. Fairion, you are forbidden to speak of this matter with anyone excepting myself and Radagast."
"Yes, your Majesty. Will you ever tell the Prince?"
"No!" Blue eyes flashed as Thranduil stood. "He is to know nothing, only that his Naneth is dead. No one is to speak of her, and if they so much as mention her name, you are to deport them to Rivendell at once."
"Yes, your Majesty."
"Radagast, you are dismissed. Thank you for your help. Fairion, see that he gets anything he needs."
"Your health is my reward," the wizard answered. "Thank you. Call on me should you ever need anything."
"Thank you." They grasped hands, then the Elvenking remained alone in the throne room, pondering his next meeting with his son. A coldness settled into his eyes to hide the pain and to make him look strong, though deep in his heart he held a wound so deep nothing could ever heal it.
Smaug glided over the forest, searching for an easy meal. His eyes detected the glimmer of jewels and his nostrils the scent of a dead dragon. Haurog, his father, lay dead. Emitting a huge growl, he cursed the elven filth that did this. His stomach growled again as he landed near the body. Then his appetite got the better of him and he bit off some of the cooling flesh. Hours later, only bones and other less-palatable body parts lay on the ground and he buried them.
The dragon's eyes landed on the shining necklace and he sauntered towards it, gripping it in his talons. He let out a loud laugh as he flew away towards Dale. His thoughts took him to the King Under the Mountain. He landed in the city, smack-dab in the middle of the town square. Women and children screamed and ran to the relative safety of their stone buildings while the men drew their swords and ran to the foe. None of them realized his appetite was stayed for now.
He let a stream of fire blow forth, being careful to not harm anyone but just touch the tips of his feet. "I must speak to King Thror under the mountain," he demanded.
King Girion strode forth, his face hard and showing no fear. "Tell me, master dragon of the glorious, fiery scales, why pray tell would you wish to speak to the King of Erebor?"
"My business is my own. Have him come down and speak to me. I promise your people will not be harmed." The king of Dale frowned in response, so the beast continued. "Go ahead, take council with your people. I am not moving until I see that dwarf!"
Sighing, the men spoke and a swift-footed man ran up the mountain. The minutes ticked by before a small army of dwarves descended towards the city, specks in the distance.
Smaug turned a flew upwards, flying to the dwarves and landing in front of them, wings outstretched as he stood on his hind legs. "King Thror, a pleasure."
"Hmph," the dwarf answered, his son and grandson frowning at their places on either side of him, hands on their weapons.
"I have a present for you." The dragon threw the necklace of Eryn Lasgalen in front of him, a dark twinkle in his eyes.
"Where did you acquire such a thing?"
"My business is my own. You know what to do with them."
Without waiting for a reply, he flapped away to his mountain lair, laughing. He knew the king would make trouble with Mirkwood. Once the two towns were no longer friends but enemies, he would claim the Lonely Mountain as his own. Then he would get all the jewels. Grinning, he settled into a deep sleep.
*Ehehe...I think someone must have watched Frozen just before she wrote this...
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