"Yes. they never would listen to warnings." Thranduil sneered slightly as he stepped back. "Very well, if you will not heed your friend's warning then perhaps you will take a deal."
Thorin braced himself for what was coming next. He had seen this coming, but he did not interrupt the Elvenking and instead waited until he had finished. "I will let you and your companions go, if you will simply return what your kin stole from us."
"A favour for a favour." the dwarf answered as he took a few steps to the side, though he carefully sidestepped to avoid Mel as the she-elf made a move towards him.
"You have my word." Thranduil promised with a slight nod. "One king to another."
This time it would seem it was Thorin's turn to be angered. The dwarf prince smirked angrily and raised his voice, as if he were trying to make it heard to every Elf in the halls the truth about the king that they followed. That he was nothing but a dishonest, selfish liar. "I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honour his word, should the end of all days be upon us!" he raised his voice yet again as he turned to point a finger at the elf furiously. "You lack all honour! I have seen how you treat your friends, we needed your help once, homeless and starving, and you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people!" and then he spat an insult at him in Khuzdul that would finally crack the Elvenking's otherwise stoic composure that he had now regained: "May you die in dragon fire!"
Mel didn't understand what it meant, but she was smart enough to figure out that it hadn't been polite. The she-elf had opened her mouth to defend her uncle but even she jumped backwards with an audible gasp as the great Elvenking crossed the room in mere seconds, his face inches from the dwarf prince's as he snarled with venom in his voice.
"Do not talk to me of dragonfire! I know it's wrath and ruin!" the comment had in fact made him angrier than he had ever been before now, so angry that the illusion which hid the scarred and disfigured part of his face was broken, to reveal the blind, clouded white eye and the flesh that had been melted away right down to the sinew and bone. "I have faced the great serpents of the North!"
As strong a stomach as she usually had, Mel had to avert her eyes as her uncle's scars showed. She had seen them once before as an elfling, when he had first returned from that battle and they had brought back her father's body, and she had never forgotten that moment. Seeing them now brought back those memories, and for a moment her strong frame trembled as she fought them down. She was grateful when Thranduil stepped back sharply and regained his usual demeanour."I had warned your grandfather, of what his greed would summon but he refused to listen to me." though he would not show it the dwarf's open challenge of his authority had shaken him, and Mel could tell this by the way he headed back up the steps to the safety of his throne, where the dwarf could not follow him and could not belittle him any more.
"You are just like him." Thranduil snarled, the flick of his wrist all that was needed to summon the two guards into action. They swiftly stepped forward and seized hold of Thorin and Maleficent to take them back down to the dungeons with the rest of their company. "Stay here then if you will, and rot! I can wait a hundred years if it is needed, it is only the blink of an eye in the lifetime of an Elf, and I am patient, Oakenshield!"
Thorin braced himself for what was coming next. He had seen this coming, but he did not interrupt the Elvenking and instead waited until he had finished. "I will let you and your companions go, if you will simply return what your kin stole from us."
"A favour for a favour." the dwarf answered as he took a few steps to the side, though he carefully sidestepped to avoid Mel as the she-elf made a move towards him.
"You have my word." Thranduil promised with a slight nod. "One king to another."
This time it would seem it was Thorin's turn to be angered. The dwarf prince smirked angrily and raised his voice, as if he were trying to make it heard to every Elf in the halls the truth about the king that they followed. That he was nothing but a dishonest, selfish liar. "I would not trust Thranduil, the great king, to honour his word, should the end of all days be upon us!" he raised his voice yet again as he turned to point a finger at the elf furiously. "You lack all honour! I have seen how you treat your friends, we needed your help once, homeless and starving, and you turned your back! You turned away from the suffering of my people!" and then he spat an insult at him in Khuzdul that would finally crack the Elvenking's otherwise stoic composure that he had now regained: "May you die in dragon fire!"
Mel didn't understand what it meant, but she was smart enough to figure out that it hadn't been polite. The she-elf had opened her mouth to defend her uncle but even she jumped backwards with an audible gasp as the great Elvenking crossed the room in mere seconds, his face inches from the dwarf prince's as he snarled with venom in his voice.
"Do not talk to me of dragonfire! I know it's wrath and ruin!" the comment had in fact made him angrier than he had ever been before now, so angry that the illusion which hid the scarred and disfigured part of his face was broken, to reveal the blind, clouded white eye and the flesh that had been melted away right down to the sinew and bone. "I have faced the great serpents of the North!"
As strong a stomach as she usually had, Mel had to avert her eyes as her uncle's scars showed. She had seen them once before as an elfling, when he had first returned from that battle and they had brought back her father's body, and she had never forgotten that moment. Seeing them now brought back those memories, and for a moment her strong frame trembled as she fought them down. She was grateful when Thranduil stepped back sharply and regained his usual demeanour."I had warned your grandfather, of what his greed would summon but he refused to listen to me." though he would not show it the dwarf's open challenge of his authority had shaken him, and Mel could tell this by the way he headed back up the steps to the safety of his throne, where the dwarf could not follow him and could not belittle him any more.
"You are just like him." Thranduil snarled, the flick of his wrist all that was needed to summon the two guards into action. They swiftly stepped forward and seized hold of Thorin and Maleficent to take them back down to the dungeons with the rest of their company. "Stay here then if you will, and rot! I can wait a hundred years if it is needed, it is only the blink of an eye in the lifetime of an Elf, and I am patient, Oakenshield!"