Elrond clenched his hand over the hilt of his sword.
"Thranduil, he is of your flesh and blood! You have a duty to protect and nurture him even if you do not love him!"
"Why would I ever love or care for that weakling? He is the reason my wife is gone!" Thranduil snapped. A crowd was gathering. "You have no right to blame the child for something that he had no control over!" Elrond countered.
"You have no say in what I think is right!" Thranduil hissed. What both of them didn't know was that Legolas was listening from inside the crowd.
"You hurt the boy, didn't you?! You are the reason that he was bleeding, correct?" Elrond accused.
"Of course I hurt the boy. He is made to be hurt by me!" Thranduil exclaimed.
"He was made to be loved by you! You cannot continue to hurt Legolas!" Elrond yelled.
"I can do as I please. He is, like you said, of my blood so that makes it my right to do what I please with him." Thranduil countered.
"I cannot allow you to continue to hurt him. I have the power to take him away from you so that you will never hurt him again." Elrond said.
"You will do no such thing!" Thranduil roared as he drew his sword.
"Just watch." Elrond hissed. He blocked Thranduil's sword, keeping the elven king's blade away.
"The first to draw blood has the right to claim the child." Elrond yelled.
"So he will not leave me." Thranduil boasted. Elrond fought viciously, causing Thranduil to defend himself. The two became blurs of silver and gold. Metal clashing upon metal filled the air. The two were going to each other at this rate. Thranduil fell to the ground, unconscious and with a deep cut on his cheek.