Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Thranduil- A Father's Regret

The sound of the blade impaling your back would echo in your mind for the rest of your life, which would probably last for a few more minutes if you were lucky.

A day ago, you had disobeyed your father's orders and galloped as fast as you could to the Lonely Mountain. He had told you to stay in Mirkwood, where you would be safe and unharmed. But he was the one in danger. In danger from his own mind. He had gone insane with grief over the loss of you and your brother's, Legolas's, mother. Something in his crazed thoughts made him think that if he retrieved the Gems of Starlight, she would come back. Like it was possible.

Legolas was nowhere to be found. He had left without a second thought after hearing that Tauriel had fled. Oh, how you hated the captain of the guard. Not because she disobeyed the king's commands, you were doing that right now. It was because she knew Legolas would come after her. She had him wrapped around her little finger like a string. Without your big brother to help you, you were on your own.

Once you reached your father's camp that was between Dale and the mountain, you had to figure out a way to get his attention. You decided to go with your first idea and walk into his tent like you owned it.

"Ada, I need to speak you," you said as you pushed the beige drapes out of your way. He sat as his desk, examining a map, probably planning a battle sequence. He looked up, and his jaw stopped.

"My dear!" Your father gasped and rose from his chair. He placed his gloved hands on your cheeks. Your delicate hands held his wrists. He looked for any sign of injury on your body, but there was none. "What are you doing here?"

"You cannot go to war over these jewels, they don't belong to you," you said sternly. You pushed his hands off your face and paced around the tent.

"I gave the dwarves my hospitality," he retorted. "They owe them to me like they owe the lake men."

"You put them in cells, Ada. You imprisoned them."

"Then that makes them run-away fugitives." He sat triumphantly in his chair. Your eyes were practically ablaze with anger.

"You know Thorin is mad," you said, slamming your hands flat on the wooden table. "The gold in that mountain has been calling for him ever since Smaug stole it. He is not himself right now, and you know that."

"He is being his true self right now, (y/n)," he protested. "You have not seen the stubbornness of dwarf-kind. I have. Dwarves are vain, lying, disgusting, and boastful. They will not give anyone their treasures, not even those they owe it to."

"For Iluvatar's sake, just let them win, Ada!" You cried out, holding fist fulls of your hair. "Lives will be lost, all over these dwarves' stupidity. It's not worth it."

"I must fight with the Lakemen. They're our allies, and they'll need help to get what's theirs and we'll get what's ours."

You felt like you were about to explode. "I KNOW YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN FOR THE MEN OF LAKETOWN!" You shouted at the top of your lungs. The king waited for his daughter to finish what looked like a tantrum to him. Once you were calm you asked, "Why won't you listen to me?"

"Those jewels are rightfully your mother's and that makes them mine," he stood to tower over you. "There is nothing you nor Mithrandir can say to change my mind. We are going to war with Erebor if the King Under the Mountain doesn't give in when the sun rises, and war or not you are going back to Mirkwood. Guards!"

Two guards came marching into the room in their golden armor. They bowed to their king and awaited his command.

"Arrange for (y/n) to be taken back to Mirkwood immediately. Keep constant watch on her and do not, under any circumstances, let her her stray from the path."