The Single Father's Club
Tobi is a good boy
I do not own LOTR
Chapter 5
The inside of Thranduil's placial house was decorated in soft greys and golds, almost like cavern. The floors were made of granite, but were warm underfoot. However warm it felt, it did not have the same homey feel as Elrond's small council house apartment.
Thranduil indicated to a long,carved wooden table which overlooked the garden outside. Elrond's heart raced nervously as he paced slowly towards the table, hardly hearing the cool, polite discussions between Glorfindel and Thranduil. Other guests, dressed in suits or dresses in tones of grey or gold mingled around the table.
"Please sit," Thranduil waved an arm to chair that was obviously beside his own.
"Thank you," managed Elrond, thankful that Maglor had been insistent on him learning his manners at a young age.
Glorfindel eased himself into a chair next to Elrond, his sharp azure eyes scanning thier surroundings.
Thranduil's slim fingers picked up a crystal wineglass and he tapped it with a delicate silver knife. The sound rang throughout the large, wide room, echoing back.
"Guests, please, sit!"
The other guests came to sit around the table whilst Thranduil still stood.
"Thank you all for coming to my annual charity dinner!"
Elrond could swear the man's eyes flickered to his own for the briefest of seconds. "As you know, my wife died five years ago from cancer, leaving me with my young boy, Legolas."
Thanduil's slim fingers appeared to grip the stem of the wineglass tighter. "This cancer, this disease was the work of Sauron."
Elrond almost found himself agreeing with Thranduil. Sauron operated under the guise of a pharmaceutical businessman He had concocted various drugs which were so addictive but left the person as a shell of themselves.
"Orcs" the people called them, because those addicted became horrifying, gruesome versions of themselves. However, whenever the police had any leads on the drugs, Sauron could never be convicted of his crimes as there was never enough solid evidence.
Elrond knew in his heart that Celebrian and Arathorn had been murdered by Sauron or Sauron's lackeys, but there never was enough evidence to prove it.
How did Sauron have anything to do with Thranduil's wife's cancer?
Glorfindel's expression was blank, but wary as the man watched Thranduil's speech.
"So it is with great delight that this year, I have nominated the Greenwood Police Department as our charity!"
There were several claps and delighted expressions on the other guests' faces.
Thranduil turned towards where Glorfindel and Elrond sat, a huge smile upon his face.
"And here to accept your generous donation, is my special guest, Captain Glorfindel Fontaine!"
Glorfindel's face only twitched slightly. Elrond recognized this as Glorfindel carefully masking his anger towards others.
Glorfindel stood to his full height, an impressive six foot five and coldly shook Thranduil's hand. "Thank you," he murmured to the man.
"Not at all," Thranduil replied, still smiling, appearing as a gracious host.
Why has Thranduil donated money to the police department? And especially to Glorfindel?
Is there something more he is not telling me?
