Prompt- You are a dwarf, on the journey with Thorin & Company to reclaim Erebor and you get caught in Mirkwood.

Warnings- None

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An elf puts his blade against your throat, holding you tightly. You swallow thickly, terrified that you may die. 

The elves lead the dwarves to their king. 

Thranduil looks over the dwarves, scowling at each and every one of them. When his eyes land on you, his scowl lessens, but remains. Quickly, his eyes rove over the dwarves, before he stands up to command his guards. 

"Throw all of the males into the dungeon. As for the female, she shall remain," he says in a suave, yet commanding tone. Several of the dwarves resist the elves, but are swiftly overpowered and led to the dungeon. 

"Now, tell me dwarf; why are you travelling with the notorious Thorin Oakenshield?" the king questions. You sigh irritatedly and roll your eyes. "He offered me a fourteenth of the treasure that lies in Erebor after the reclaiming of the great dwarven homeland," you say.

The elvenking narrows his eyes. "I have a favour to ask of you. Bring me the white gems of pure starlight; they are mine and I intend to retrieve them whether you help me or not," he says. You smirk. "I will not help you. You are an elf and I am a dwarf. We are sworn enemies; I intend for it to remain that way," you say.

Thranduil growls, sitting on his throne. "Then you shall be locked away, far from the others, until you comply with my command," he says. "Then so be it," you say. 

The elvenking smirks, then commands the guards to take you away.