Mithrandir decided to distract the King of Mirkwood.
“You know what would be lovely?” Mithrandir began, his voice deep and enthusiastic. “Seeing a wonderful light show in your forest. Imagine the colors that my fireworks could cast onto the leaves! And of course Legolas would adore them. Most children are.”
Thranduil turned towards the wizard, giving him a cold glare.
“There will be no fireworks allowed in my forest.” The king hissed. “Never again.”
Mithrandir was taken aback. “What do you mean, Thranduil? I haven’t done anything.”
“Truly, that is what you believe?”
“Yes, that is what I believe, and I will stand by my claim that I am innocent of ever causing any wrongdoing with my fireworks in your forest.” The Elven King’s eyes narrowed.
“You do not recall around a decade ago, then, the incident that took place on a warm summer day? I distinctly remember you and your fireworks causing havoc in my land.”
The Maiar blanched. “I did nothing!”
“Really? I remember a certain wizard I know, quite a foolish one if you ask me, setting off his ‘light show’ beneath my trees, only for the sparks to catch the leaves on fire.”
“It was a minor fire, barely damaged any of the trees.” ~ lol
we will save your son and he will be able to see my light show once again, and many more things for that matter. Legolas is strong, he will be there waiting for you. Do not give in to grief quite yet, mellon-nin.”
Thranduil sat there, looking towards the North, contemplating the wizard’s words. As he gazed ahead, his eyes saw a tiny bird fly off in front of their force, flying away into the distance.
Hold on, Greenleaf. Hold on to hope for me… ~ awww T_T <3
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