The Hobbit/LOTR Imagines (Requests Closed)

(Thranduil) Returning Home ~ Part 4

~Escape~

Shit.

The cell was dark and you couldn't see anything. You knew it must have wavered your Father's pride to put royal blood in the place of a criminal. In the past that would have brought you some satisfaction, but now, you were more focused on the fact that you couldn't help with the threat that the rivalling factions imposed.

Thorin and Thranduil.

Dwarf and Elf.

Stubborn and stubborn.

You sighed, leaning against the wall. This wasn't your first time in a dark cell, in fact it brought back some beautiful memories from your times with the orcs, when they captured you and Eyreline. You were both in that cell for days...one could say it was too much time for two lost souls to be together.

You sighed again, closing your eyes until a sudden noise caught your attention and your gaze darted up to the cell door before you, being opened. Your eyes adjusted to the extra volume of light entering and you noticed a tall figure walk through, holding a tray of bread and water.

"Tauriel?"

The tall elf walked forward, worry in her eyes.

"Ayvire," she breathed, placing the tray down and rushing forward to you, "I can't believe him - I-I can't believe he would actually do this to you."

You let out a soft chuckle. "Clearly you don't know Thranduil very well."

She sighed, kneeling down beside you. "The bastard."

"Oh, maybe you do."

Tauriel, moved your chin around with her hand to check you were uninjured.

"I am fine, Tauriel." You laughed softly. "Why are you here?"

"We were promised a talk this evening were we not?"

You smiled. "And you really like me to keep my word dont you?"

"I'm here, am I not?" You let out a small laugh and she smiled then her face shifted to a serious form as she grabbed the tray with an out-stretched arm and pushed it towards you. "Eat, quickly. We don't have long to get you out."

Your eyebrows frowned. "You aren't seriously thinking of-"

"Yes, I am." She interrupted, staring you straight in your eyes.

You searched her eyes for a moment and then you let a strong grin form on your face. "Brilliant, I thought I was going to have to find a way out of here on my own."

Tauriel had made you wait for night fall when it was her turn to be on guard duty on the lower levels. She had unlocked your cell and grabbed your arm, pulling you out instantly. As you had wandered through the levels of Mirkwood's prison you had paused when a soft shimmer of presence walked slowly beside you.

"Do you sense that?" You whispered to Tauriel, forcing her to pause as she stopped at the halt of your arm.

She scanned the air for a moment and then looked at you with a frown. "No, nothing."

For a second you turned your head and you felt it again. Your time with Rangers had made you more alert to new kinds of magic and Middle Earth beings, and you could sense the presence of something unworldly beside you. And then the soft jangle of keys that halted with a soft gasp.

Tauriel looked at you quizzically when another grin formed on your face.

"Wait until tomorrow evening before the feast, Master Hobbit. It will be easier to free them then." You spoke into the air. The jingle of keys then continued as the presence ran along.

Tauriel's mouth was agape and then some form of realisation dawned on her face. You didn't think she fully understood and neither did she, but the basis was there. She tugged on your arm again and you followed. Your soft patter of footsteps on the Elven wood had not alerted anyone to your presence and eventually you and Tauriel reached the stables. It was cold and you felt the air tease at your skin.

As Tauriel crouched and pushed forward the stable doors, you followed, creeping into the room. She stood when you were both inside and signalled for you to close the door.

"What now?" You asked.

"They should be here."

Your mouth opened to speak, ready to question her before two figures appeared from the other entrance to the stables. One was a tall blonde elf you recognised and you smiled, nodding softly at your brother. He smiled and nodded back. But then your gaze flickered to the other figure and your brows creased.

The figure stepped forward and removed its hood, a broad smile gracing his lips.

"Eyreline." You breathed, a strong smile on your face.