Kili stood stock still, nervous, as two elves circled him. Thranduil and one that looked like his son, were speaking in rapid elvish. Still circling him with an haughty grace, Thranduil spoke in an interested air while his son was glaring at Kili and his father in turn. The Elven king paused, reached out his hand and made to grab a lock of Kili's hair. Kili jumped back with a snarling growl. Thranduil raised his eyebrows, his son's hand was on the hilt of his sword. No, Thorin's sword, Kili stared at it in horror.
"Recognise it, dwarf?" The Prince said, "The sword that your leader stole."
"Legolas." Thranduil warned him, straighting his spine.
Rage boiling beneath the surface, Kili bristled, "My uncle is not a thief!" he roared.
Both elves froze, even Tauriel started.
"Your uncle?" Thranduil broke the silence, "You are his heir?"
Kili realized that he had said to much, but his mouth had bypassed his brain. "No, my brother's older then me." He said before he could stop himself.
Thranduil thought for a moment before climbing the stairs to his throne. He shouted a command in elvish to Tauriel. She blanched, starting to protest, then realised who she was talking to. Drawing her blade, she advanced on Kili who took an unwilling step back. "What are you doing?"
She rolled her eyes, grabbing his bound hands. He flinched at her knife came down...cutting the rope tying his hands. With the bounds on the floor, Kili spared a glance around, then bolted for path to the cells. He was an inch from the footpath when Legolas stepped his his way, Orcist in hand.
Legolas regarded him in curiosity, "The exit is that way, why would you chose to go to the cells?" He sheathed his sword, "Is your family really worth imprisonment?"
Kili didn't answer, unless glaring daggers at the elf counted as an answer.
Thranduil huffed in amusement, indicating Tauriel and four other guards forward. "Take him to the guest quarters, make sure he eats and drinks." he wrinkled his 'perfect' nose, "Give him a change of clothes as well."
Tauriel pulled Kili away by the arm, the guards surrounded them, marching them up lots stairs, along many corridors. Elves stared, muttering behind their hands. Some were openly laugh and pointing at the dwarf stuck between the tall elven guards.
Kili tugged in vain at the ferm grip on his arm, "Your Prince doesn't like me." he said to break the uncomfortable silence.
Tauriel ignored him, tighting her grip.
"Why is the elf doing this to me and no one else?"
At this Tauriel shook him slightly, "He is the King to you. And he knows about your heritage."
Kili frowned, "My heritage? What the fact I'm a prince?"
Tauriel rolled her eyes, "Come on, the King will want you dressed for the dinner."
"But what if I don't want to go?"
"You will. You will have too."
Abruptly, the Guards came to a door, fanning out so that there were two on each side. Tauriel pushed through the door, which was shaped like a leaf, Kili resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Why is everything here look like a tree?"
"Because this is a tree, dwarf." She dumped him next to the grand bed, "There is a bath tub through there, clean clothes will be left out for you." She bowed slightly then left.
Hello! If you are getting confused about Thranduils reason, all will be revealed in time!
I am a kiliel shipper but they may not be together depending on how I'm feeling when I write the chapters!
Enjoy!