You dare wake the dragon12/7/2022 If a dragon could smirk, this one certainly did. The dragon's head swiveled in his direction. When the fire died down, Thranduil stepped out from behind the pillar, sword held firm in his right hand. Thranduil was forced to duck behind a pillar as another bout of fire came. Elves surrounded him, stabbing at his feet, most getting stomped on. Smaug stood farther away down the stone hall, wings spread to amplify his size, teeth bared in a menacing gesture. #You dare wake the dragon crackedThranduil took a deep breath to fill himself with determination, and came out from behind the cracked pillar. "But, sire, we cannot get in close enough to possibly kill him." "Not until this monster is dead!" Thranduil shouted over the noise. They weren't even close enough to touch and he could still feel how hot they were! Thranduil flinched as another of the dragon's roars splintered the air, followed by the blistering heat of flames. He took cover with his king behind a pillar. "My lord!" one of Thranduil's generals called to him, feet thumping on the stone as he ran over, armor jingling and clanking. Instead, he wandered those desolate halls and guarded his treasure. The dragon, Smaug, had not been asleep in the caverns of Erebor like he had been rumored to be. This dragon will not loom over us anymore. "I certainly will, yondion." Thranduil flashed Legolas a smile and patted him on the shoulder one more time. "Alright, ada." Legolas gave Thranduil a hopeful smile as he released him. Better to attack his home before he attacked theirs. Besides, it unnerved him ruling a land that lay in the shadow of that beast. There were things in that mountain that he needed. Of course there was always a chance that one wouldn't come back from a mission such as this, but he had to do it. His son's worries were starting to gnaw at him. And I will return victorious." He embraced Legolas tightly, something he didn't do very often, something he didn't always have time for. The sound of it pricked Thranduil in the heart like a little needle, and he leaned down to get to his son's eye level. "Will you come back?" His voice was high-pitched, frightened, not the voice that belonged to a boy in his teens. "Look after things for me while I am gone, will you?" "Good." Thranduil changed his tone to calm his son a bit. Legolas' gulp was audible, and he was looking up at Thranduil with wide eyes that at the moment were much younger than his actual age. Your hands will be shaking so terribly that you will not be able to hold your bow or shoot straight. "You will feast your eyes upon the fire drake that invaded that mountain and be powerless to the great wave of fire that he will release. "And you shall witness the horrors of battle: the blood, the screams, the death." Legolas lifted his head to meet his gaze, eyes going wide. "If I hear one more word of it, I will bring you with me," Thranduil sneered, a plan to deter his son coming to mind. Legolas frowned, looking down at his feet as Thranduil removed his hand. Your tutor says that you are showing laziness in matters concerning history." "This task is not for you, Legolas." Thranduil gave his son's shoulder a fond squeeze. "Ada, it is no secret that you seek to drive the dragon out of Erebor," Legolas said. Legolas rolled his eyes, a gesture ill-fitting of his status, but Thranduil let it slide. "There are important things to be done that are too dangerous for you to partake in." "Not this day, ionn." Thranduil put a hand to Legolas' shoulder. Legolas was growing fast, and he wondered if he would be taller than him someday. Thranduil looked down at his son who was almost reaching his shoulders in height.
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