Thranduil Imagines (The Hobbit)

TI- Imagine Thranduil wanting to imprison you

Imagine Thranduil wanting to imprison you

For centuries, songs and whispers of a group of valiant rogue she-elves haunted the path from Rivendell down to Lothlórien and finally up to Mirkwood. Thranduil had thought nothing more of the whispers than as silly little rumors until word of supposed sightings near his border of a strange group of hooded beings dressed in dark garments reached his ears. Nothing ever piqued the King's curiosity, yet when he heard of these sightings the Elvenking could think of nothing more. Curiosity getting the best of him, the King rallied a group of his best warriors and went in search of the rogue elleths.

Even during his search, Thranduil found it difficult to believe that such a group existed. That was until him and four guards were surrounded by twelve or so beings cloaked in black.

"Why are you hunting us?" asked a silvery feminine voice belonging to you, the one aiming an arrow directly at the King's head.

"I am not," Thranduil responded, lifting his hands in surrender.

"I disagree. You have been following our tracks."

"You should not have left tracks if you did not want to be followed," he responded. Faster than the King could blink, an arrow sliced through the cold air directly toward the point of his ear. Thranduil needn't check to know that he had been nicked. Beside him, the guards could only clench their hands in anger around the handle of their swords. Another arrow replaced the one formerly pointing at his head though Thranduil felt anything but frightened.

"Do not think I missed my mark," you stated arrogantly.

"I am not dense enough to believe that. Not especially if your skills are comparable to those of my warriors," Thranduil replied just as cockily. His statement was followed by the sound of creaking bows. Thranduil's warriors had found it the perfect moment to reveal themselves. Now surrounding your group of rogues were twenty of his own warriors.

"If anyone so much as moves, my warriors will release their arrows. Put down your weapons," the King said in an authoritative tone. Your group of trespassers remained still for a moment, contemplating if you could all escape. Knowing that they were vastly outnumbered, your group slowly began putting down their weapons. You were the last to do so.

Thranduil could not see your cloaked face but he had the strangest feeling that you were glowering his way as one of his warriors tied your hands behind your back. Obscured as it was, the Elvenking knew from your instantly rigid stance that you had a fearful expression.

The screeches were the first to break the silence. The eerie sounds increased in volume from every which way. Exoskeleton clacking against rotten wood. Thranduil's warriors lifted their heads. Their backs straight and taut as they waited nervously. All at once, the noise became awfully quiet. The stark contrast of the once noisy woods was painful to the ears.

Mistakingly, the King's warriors resumed placing restraints on your comrades but your attention was skyward. Before you could give a warning, the floor beneath your feet caved in.

With a sickening crack, you crashed on the ground. Breath escaped your lungs. You laid on the floor atop the now broken trunk you had been standing on, unable to move. Suddenly, the dark canopy of the trees above was replaced with eight arachnid eyes. You were going to die. Before the thought could process in your mind, the spider screeched. With an arrow sticking from its head, the creature slumped to the floor beside you.

Snapping back to reality, you rolled away and picked yourself up as best as you could. With hands still restrained, you kneeled on the ground breathing heavily. Elves slid upright down sloped trees while releasing arrows and swirling as if choreographed, embedding their swords into the hard bodies of monstrous spiders. With a quick powerful extension of your hands, the restraint broke free from your wrists.