Right I know it's been a long time since I last updated-I APOLOGISE! Please forgive me! :) It's been a bit hectic lately-back to school etc etc! Anywho here's the latest instalment for y'all and I do hope you'll enjoy it! Please keep reviewing/favouritng/following it's much appreciated! Ok please READ!

The Elven King

Kili felt his heart tighten as he saw the elf carry Lark away. Where he was taking her, he did not know and he feared he wouldn't see her face again. He remained next to his brother as the red-headed female lead them through a large door and into a throne room. His face lit up as he saw his uncle standing in the middle of the room. The she-elf led them to him and they encircled their king. They watched as Thorin's shoulders tensed and his gaze darkened. There before them, underneath a great set of antlers, on a throne of wood, sat the Elven King; Thranduil.

"We meet again Thorin son of Thrain!"

The dwarf bristled at him. The blonde elf king stood up and descended towards them. His crystal blue gaze swept over the group, taking in every detail. Thranduil paced round them and the company shifted closer together.

"I have no interest in your welcome elf!"

Thorin spat the word at him as if it was a bad taste in his mouth. It was Thranduil's turn to bristle. The dwarf was stubborn but he would break him.

"Where does your journey end?"

"That is no concern of yours! It has never been your concern of what befell us dwarves!"

Thranduil stepped closer to the dwarf king; his eyes hardened-showing no trace of the peaceful looking elf he was before. He stared long and hard at Thorin before turning his back.

"You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule..."

Even as he spoke the words, Thranduil knew them to be true. Thorin glared up at him. Even covered in mud, blood and cobwebs, he still look like the majestic king he had always been to Fili and Kili.

"I said it was no concern of yours elf scum!"

The elf smiled a little and turned his head to look at them from an angle.

"The quest to reclaim a homeland...and slay a dragon!"

His tone was mocking and Thorin had finally come to the end of his tether. He lunged for the elf king. Thranduil smirked and took a step back as his guards grabbed the raging dwarf...he had broken him...not completely but a little. It was enough, for now. Kili glared at the elf as they were led away. The company shouted abuse in both Westron and Khuzd-dhul and then the doors were closed and Thranduil was gone.

They were led into the dungeons, then more elves arrived and begun to separate the group. Also the dark-haired elf had returned. Kili struggled to remain with Fili...

"FEE!...Let me go!"

Fili punched an elf in the face and ran to Kili but another elf cut in his path and lifted the struggling prince over his shoulder.

"KILI!"

Kili felt his arms being pulled behind him as he struggled. He cried for his brother once more then he was thrown into a cell and the bars were in front of him. He retreated to the back corner and sobbed as he heard his brothers shouts for him. He sobbed for his uncle, his brother, the company and for Lark. For all he knew she could've died and that...he couldn't even think of a word for Thranduil, could be keeping it from them...from HIM! He curled up and kept on crying.

...

Arandur watched, partly in horror, as his kin dragged the dwarves apart. It disgusted him that they should be treated in such a way! If he was separated from his family like that...the thought made him feel physically sick.

"FEE!"

A dark-haired dwarf, with very little beard, was struggling against an elf. He seemed to be trying to reach the blonde who had just punched someone. The blonde shouted and Arandur's ears pricked up.

"KILI!"

Then the blonde was thrown into a cell, as was his brother. So this young dwarf was Kili. What connection did this dwarf, this prince have with Lark? Arandur watched as the elves dispersed before approaching the brunette's cell. The young boy was curled up on the floor, his shoulders were shaking. Obviously he was crying. Arandur tapped gently on the bars. The shaking stopped and two brown eyes, filled with both fear and hate, looked up at him. Arandur lowered himself to the floor and crossed his legs. Kili watched him curiously but, he did not speak. The elf let out a slow breath before asking the unexpected.

"What is your connection to Lark?"

All hate flew from Kili and his body froze.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO? WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK? Please review I love reading and listening to your comments/tips/advice! Okay next chapter should be up soon! Until then TTFN! XX