Legolas watch the pair from behind the door. So the dwarf was a dwarf after all. Father should have listened to him, dwarf can't be trusted. He turned and headed back to the throne room, Tauriel swore not to tell but he didn't. Father would listen to him now.
"Not elven, you say?" Thranduil said, swirling his wine in his glass.
"Yes father."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes father."
Thranduil stood up quickly, descending from his high throne. "We must stop him and throw him with his fellows."
Tauriel left him in his room. Kili sat on the bed, fiddling with his belt. There was a rustle from the corner, Kili turned to see a sword butt heading for his fore head. He fell to the floor, clutching his head. Two elves grabbed his arms, one standing on his shins to stop him standing up again, the other grasping his hair to painfully force his head up.
"What are you doing?" he cried out.
"We're putting you where you belong, with your fellow dwarves." said the sly voice that could only be the ruler of this wooden kingdom. His son and guards fanned out behind him, the former smirking nastily. "Seeing as your no different."
Kili clenched his jaw against the pain in his scalp, he thought he could trust Tauriel but elves were just like Thorin said. "Who told you?" he said, not wanting to hear the answer.
Legolas showed more teeth in his smile, "Tauriel, although she didn't know it."
Kili pulled against the elf holding him, spiting out vicious words in Khuzdul.
The king just sighed, "Take him away. Put far away from his brother."
The guards holding him pulled him to his feet, not bothering to hide their distaste at having to hold a small thin dwarf who was spitting in an unknown language.
Kili struggled until his hand brushed against one of the elves' swords, he pulls it from it sheath, swinging it up. He sliced a shallow cut in the hand holding his hair, not deep but deep enough to make him let go with a cry. The other elf followed suit, fumbling with his own blade but Kili was already moving. Slashing at anyone who came near, Kili advanced towards the door, only to be blocked by the prince. Somehow, it was all a blur to Kili, but somehow he got under Legolas' guard, knocking the his knives away. With a blade knocking against his collarbone, Legolas backed up to the wall.
"Ok, so you come near me, the prince dies."
Thranduil's expression hadn't changed, except a slight widening of his eyes. "Let him go, Durin's blood."
"The keys to the cells, if you don't mind."
Thranduil nodded at the guard, who through the keys to Kili.
"Ok, now, I going to leave now. You stay where you are, until I am gone." Kili shifted his grip slightly and when the blade was on the tip of his fingers, Legolas sprang. He sprang, landing on Kili, sending him face-first to the floor, sword flying for his hand. Blackness fogged his vision as his forehead struck the floor, the prince was sitting on his back. He felt his hands being fastened behind his back before the blackness enveloped him.
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