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Little one - Thranduil
Warnings: - Word count: Requested: No.
This was originally posted in my Wattpad in two parts, that’s why there is a long time skip in the middle. I have never posted a oneshot here, I’m still learning to use Tumblr as it is, so please don’t hate me if there is something funky about this. English isn’t my first language, so there might be some issues.
If you are interested in reading some of my other oneshots, I recommend checking my Wattpad account: TheSpottedCreature. I post there pretty regularly. I might transfer some of my other favorites here as well, but we’ll see.
You sneaked around the kingdom, trying to be as quiet as possible. You wanted to see the dwarves that your brother had found in the woods, the ones you were forbidden from seeing. So naturally, you wanted to see them even more. You had never seen a dwarf before, your father wouldn't allow you to, and you were curious. Were they truly so short that ada told that they were? You sneaked down the stairs that you knew took you down to the dungeons, you knew that they whould be kept there. This was the perfect night to do this, everyone was up, enjoying themselves, it was the feast of starlight. You had thought it was boring so you sneaked down, knowing that there whould be no guards down tonight. You had tried this before but you couldn't sneak down without being seen, so you just had stayed higher up, listening to them talking in their gruff, and low voices. But now, you made your way down, making sure that your steps were silent. You were a little nervous, your father had warned you about them many times, not to go close them.
Meanwhile, Thorin was sulking in his cell, cursing the elves in his head. He heard the light patter of feet, the stone made them more audible, and he got up, thinking it was one of the guards yet again. "What do you want?" He bellowed and marched to the door, ramming his hands against it and making it rattle, only to see that the hallway was empty. He frowned and looked around, not seeing anyone. "What are you doing, Thorin?" Balin's voice came from a few cells from the left and Thorin could sware he could hear someone snickering. "It's nothing, I thought I heard something." He grumbled and sank back down, resting his head against the stone wall when he saw someone walking on the stone path. "Hey!" He yelled and the figure jumped into the air and disappeared behind a corner.
You were breathing heavily, having gotten spooked by the sudden yell. You were evening out your breath, a part of you wanting to run to your father or your brother, and let him comfort you, but most of you was too curious and you pushed the fear aside, peeking behind the corner yet again. There were so many of them, nearly all the cells were full. They were all at the gates, and they looked so ... funny. They were short, and all of them had some sort of beard. They were not fat, but they were a lot bulkier than you. You couldn't control your curiosity, you slowly inched closer. You were in the shadows, so none of them could see you, but you could see them clearly. Most of them looked quite scary, but some of them looked kind. You were so curious, your head full of questions. What did dwarf children do for fun? Was a beard itchy? Was it hard to fight when you were stocky?
You just stood there, thinking about what you should do, when the same voice made you jump slightly but it didn't scare you away this time. You inched closer to the border between light and shadow, pondering what you would do. "I can see you standing there." The voice rang yet again, and you decided to step into the light, walking so you were in front of the cell. You stared at him, his hair was dark and the beard he had was short, and his face was a little stunned. You took a tiny step forward and tilted your head, not sure what to do next, your curiosity rising. You decided to see who was in the next cell, so you shifted to see what did that dwarf look like. He had a long white beard and nearly no hair at all. You looked from one to another, they looked so different, yet somehow similar. The latter smiled and leaned to the bars. "What are you doing here, little one?" His voice was gentle and you thought for a moment before you answered. "I wanted to see a dwarf. Ada wouldn't let me so I came on my own." You declared and looked around.
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The small elfling was talking with Balin, having moved on from Thorin, who kept a close eye on her. She was very young, and her hair was done half up and her eyes shone as she was watching Balin's every move. "What is your name?" The elfling didn't answer straight away but after a little while of pondering. "Y/N." She stated simply and shifted her feet. "What is yours?" She asked Balin, who answered her nearly instantly. "Balin." "That is a funny name." She giggled and Balin huffed. "I suppose." She shifted her weight to see who was at the next cell, only to be met with Dwalin's gruff voice. "What do you want, leave me alone." He banged the bars but the young elf didn't' even flinch, she just giggled and moved on, walking past a few cells before her steps halted.
"I like your hat." She was standing in front of Bofur's cell, then. "Why, thank you little one." His voice was gentle, he was good with kids. "Can I ask you a question?" She was still standing in front of Bofur's cell, who answered her, a little hesitantly, but for nothing, because the question she asked was quite sweet. "What do dwarf children do for fun?" She was staring at Bofur with bright eyes, clearly wanting to know the answer. "Well, they play with wooden toys and they play tag and hide and seek and other games." Bofur listed, and she huffed. "Huh. So the same things as I do." She shrugged and pressed herself to the wall, and suddenly pushing herself off of it and jumping over the gap between the two stone paths that ran in front of the paths of the cells, landing on the other side with the agility of an elf. She jumped up to the candle holder and swung back and forth on it for a while before letting go and landing with steady feet, not wobbling at all. She turned to the dwarf that was in the cell that she was now next to.
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This cell had a young-looking dwarf in it with light brown beard and hair. "Can you say something in dwarvish? I would like to hear some of it, ada always says it sounds funny." The dwarf stared at me for a moment but did indeed say a sentence in dwarvish. You giggled. "It sounds like you have a sore throat but you still want to speak." You tilted your head. "But I kind of like it. It's different, but not as horrible as ada described it as." "Who is this ada you talk about?" Another dwarf, this one with dark hair and the smallest of all the beards, was looking at you. He had warm, brown eyes that reminded you of your father's elk. "Ada is my father, it's just funny to call him father when there is a shorter and more convenient word to it." "Your father doesn't sound very pleasant," Thorin growled from his cell, and you turned to him. "No! He is the best. But he might get a little boring sometimes, he doesn't allow me to do many of things, such as..." "Visit the dungeons alone?" You froze at the sound of your father's voice but turned around to face him. "Hi, ada." You greeted him with a quiet voice, knowing that he would be angry.
Thranduil stared at you for a moment and the dwarves were silent, observing the situation and settling with the thought that you were the daughter of the king, the king that they hated. You were looking at the ground, not wanting to look at his face, you couldn't see the disappointment in his eyes. Suddenly, you felt hands around you as Thranduil picked you up and hugged you to his chest tightly, taking long breaths. "Y/N, I was so worried, I was sure that a spider had eaten you." You buried your head to his chest, muttering out words as you clutched his robes in your hands. "I'm sorry ada, I just really wanted to see the dwarves."
"Ada, I searched everywhere, I don't understand where she..." Your brother had arrived, speaking with a nervous tone until he saw you. “Where did you find her?" Thranduil handed you to him, and you wrapped your hands around his neck as you clung to him now. "She was down here, talking with the dwarves," Thranduil answered, sounding a little bit displeased and you shrunk down into Legolas's chest. "Talking with the dwarves, why whould you do that Y/N?" He asked you and you lifted your head from his chest. "I was curious, you whould never let me go down there so I went alone. And the party was boring." Your father just huffed, and took you from Legolas, heading downstairs. "This elleth is going to get a bath and then go straight to bed." "Noooo!" You squealed and went totally limp in his arms and slipped off and ran back towards the cells. "Y/N." Your father's voice was calm, but it had a slightly sharp edge to it as he looked at you. "I am not in the mood for games." You smiled mischievously and shifted your weight from one leg to another. "That's too bad because I am." You stormed over to the path in front of the cells. "Y/N, please. Let's go. I'll read you a story afterward." Your brother tried, slowly inching to his left. But your mind was set, and you weren't about to change it. "No." You stomped your leg to the ground.
The next thing you noticed was that your father was at the other end of the path, and your brother was at the other. "What to do now?" You pondered, and as they moved towards you, you allowed your shoulders to slump. "Let's go and end this foolishness." Your father approached you and you let your head to sink down. "Okay." But just as he was going to grab you, you jumped up as hard as you could and grabbed the edge of the path that was running above. You hoisted yourself up, and peeked over the edge, smiling yet again. "Did you really think that I would come that easily?" You didn't wait for the answer, you got up and ran off, giggling, leaving Thranduil and Legolas shaking their heads. They made their way up after you with small smiles on their faces.
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You are hiding in the wine cellars, you and Legolas are playing hide and seek and it was your turn to hide. Fifth time in a row. You were very good at persuading others to get what you wanted and you had your big brother wrapped around your finger. So here you were, hiding behind a shelf that held wine and you waited for your brother to find out. You had insisted on playing one more game, as it was bathtime and you didn't want to. He wasn't going to alter his mind, so you chose the second-best strategy. Stalling.
Soon, you heard steps coming down from the stairs and you pressed yourself deeper towards the wall but the steps were too heavy to be Legolas'. There were multiple of persons walking down, so you hunched over and listened to the sounds coming down, they were spoken in haste and in a low tone. "I can't believe it, we're in the cellars." "You were supposed to be leading us out, not further in." The speakers sounded angry and you peeled out of your hiding place, trying to see who was talking. "The dwarves!" They were here! How they did that, you had no idea, but they were here. You were pretty sure they weren't supposed to be, after all, even you weren't allowed to be down there, so you decided to ask.
"What are you doing here?" You stepped from behind the shelf and faced the dwarves. They jumped and turned around, but froze as they saw you. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" Balin took a step closer, extending a hand to stop a bald dwarf from getting close to you. You didn't answer, you just tilted your head as you watched the dwarves. "We are... Thrand... Your father let us go." He spoke to you, sounding like he was in a hurry but he was trying to hide it. You frowned, the answer sounded like a lie. "Ada let you go? And told you to come ... here?" You asked, suspicious, and the dwarves nodded. "Yes," Balin told you, and you shook your head, knowing that he wasn't telling the truth. "He would never do that, only a few are allowed down here. Even I am not allowed to come here." You threw your hair behind your back and shifted your weight from one leg to another. "She made us, we have to do something or she will alert the whole kingdom." The bald dwarf spoke again in a whisper to the rest, and you took a step back as you realized that they might do something to you.
You swallowed and took a step closer to the stairs, only there was someone in your way. "I can't let you go." The dwarf that was standing in front of you had a red beard, and his voice was low, almost threatening. You glanced at the two guards that were passed out on the table, but you knew that they couldn't help you. If you tried to wake them, the dwarves would notice and possibly hurt you. "What will we do with her? We can't let her go, she will alert everyone." The bald dwarf asked the one with silver streaks in his hear, the one your father had interrogated personally. He shook his head and glanced at you. "We could knock her out?" The bald one suggested, and you winced at his words and took a step back so you could try and hide behind the shelves.
Your bottom lip started quivering, and you tried to stop it, but you were so scared. You wanted away from here, now. "Be quiet, Dwalin, you are scaring her." The one with a hat hissed and glanced at you, looking worried. "Then what do you want me to do, Bofur? You come up with an idea then, one that doesn't hurt her precious mind." The bald one, that you knew now was named Dwalin, scoffed and walked away. You felt a tear roll down on your cheek, and you wiped it away as the one with a hat walked closer.
You backed away until you back hit a wall, and another set of tears ran down your cheek as he stopped. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Bofur spoke calmly, but you shivered lightly and pressed yourself tighter against the wall. "I'm going to speak to you from over here, is that okay?" You stared at him, trying to see if he was lying. Another figure approached, and as you winced, it lifted it's hands up in surrender. "I promise, no one will hurt you." He was beardless and shorter than the dwarves, and even in your terrified state, you were curious. What was he? And where had he come from? He must have noticed your expression as his face melted into a kind looking smile that helped you relax a little. "I'm Bilbo Baggins, I am a hobbit from the Shire." He nodded to you and you fiddled with the sleeves of your dress. "I-I didn't see you in the c-cells." You mumbled, and his smile faltered. "Oh, I wasn't in one. I snuck in." You tilted your head, now slightly impressed. "How did you do that?" He hesitated and glanced behind his back at the dwarves who were now climbing into the barrels. "I am a hobbit. We are light in our feet." He lifted his leg up for you to see, and you lifted your’s up, comparing your small one to his, much bigger one. Bilbo smiled lightly and you relaxed a little bit as it seemed they truly didn't want to hurt you.
You giggled lightly and placed your foot down while Dwalin made his way back to you and you squeaked and pressed your back against the wall, scared. "Bofur, Bilbo, we need to go now." They nodded and turned back to you while you lifted your gaze up and listened to the voices coming from upstairs, the guards have noticed that the dwarves are missing. "You should hurry, they know you are out of the cells and they going to be down here soon." You muttered to Bilbo and Bofur, knowing that your father would be quite angry at them if he found them here without permission. Unfortunately, Dwalin heard you too and came barreling in. "Are you threatening us?" He asked and slammed his hands at both sides of you, causing you to shriek and sink to the floor. "I-I j-just heard the g-guards upstairs, t-they realized that you a-are not i-in the c-cells." You squeaked, covering your head with your hands while tears made their way down your cheeks again. "Dwalin, stop it." You heard rustling and few thumps and angry muttering and the shadow looming over you disappeared and you lifted your head. Bofur was standing in front of you with apologetic eyes. "Sorry about him. We really need to leave. Promise me one thing. Do not move from there until we have gone, okay?" You just nodded, and huddled into a tiny ball, wanting this to be all over. The next sound you heard was the hatch being opened and scared yelps and thumps as the barrels dropped down. You lifted your head to see all the barrels and dwarves gone, only Bilbo was standing there. You stared at him, shivering and tears running down your cheeks, and he nodded to you, speaking softly. "Go." You didn't hesitate, you stormed up the stairs, away from the cellars.
You nearly collided into Tauriel as she was making her way down with a few guards. Before she could say or do anything, you slipped past them and ran towards the throne room. You threaded through the guards who were running in the other direction while yelling out orders. As you stormed in the throne room and saw that he wasn't there, you let out a cry and stormed away but you tripped, scraping your hands and knees in the progress. That did not make you feel any better, and you were crying twice as hard as you made it to the meeting room. You normally avoided it, knowing that ada got angry when you got in and interrupted, but you just wanted him now.
As you searched the hallway, the two guards blocked the door with their spears to keep you from entering but as you reached them and they saw your tear-streaked face and bloody hands, another one of them knocked on the door and pushed his head inside. Your father's annoyed voice sounded from inside. "This better be important." The guard glanced at you and answered him. “It is." He gestured you to get in, and you stormed past him into the small room. Your father was sitting at the end of a long table, all of the elves sitting across it were staring at you. This caused you to freeze and Thranduil sighed as he saw you enter. "Y/N, haven't I told you that I am not to be disturbed -." He stopped talking as he saw the condition you were in, your knees and hands scraped and tears running freely down your cheeks. "Y/N, my little lokte (blossom)! What happened to you?" He got up, knocking the chair down in the process and you stormed to him, tears streaming down your face. "Ada!" As soon as you reached him, he picked you up and pressed you to his chest tightly as you cried into his shirt, wetting it completely. "We will continue tomorrow." He spoke shortly to the elves around the table before turning away and making it to your room. He sat down on your bed and smoothed his hand over your back, trying to calm you as you cried your eyes out.
Your cries reduced into hiccups and you buried your head into his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. He still smoothed his hand on your back while holding you close to his chest with the other. He reached to your pillow to grab the stuffed moose you loved. He handed it to you and you hugged it tightly into your chest as you snuggled closer to Thranduil. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked gently, and you sniffed and looked up to his familiar icy-blue eyes. "I was playing hide and seek with Legolas." You sniffed again and hesitated to continue. You knew that you weren't supposed to be down at the cellars. "Keep going, darling, you will feel better when you are finished." He encouraged, and you pressed deeper into his chest, hoping that he would not get angry. "I hid down in the cellars because I didn't want to take a bath." He hummed lightly and ran his hand through your hair. "Then what?" His voice was gentle as he moved you lightly so he could see your face better. "The dwarves came down there." You felt him tense as he grabbed your hands gently and inspected them. "Did they do this to you?" His voice was shaking from the anger he was trying to hold in. "N-no, I tripped when I ran to find you." You whispered and he breathed out, calming down slightly. He smoothed his hands on the small wounds. They didn't bleed nearly at all but still his heart pained, it bothered him to see you hurt and so scared.
"Let's find a healer to get these cleaned up." He stood up, holding you tight, only to have you wail in his lap and try to squirm off. "No!" He frowned and sat back down as you squeezed his robe tightly. "Why not?" He smoothed his hand across your cheek and you sniffed as tears returned into your eyes. "It hurts." You whined, and he wiped the tear off your face and lifted your head so you were looking at him. "Only for a short while. The cuts will get much worse if we don't get them cleaned." He spoke gently and you nodded a little. “You are a big girl already, you can survive a little sting." He tickled your sides lightly, and you giggled and pressed onto him. "I can."
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After you had visited the healer, you had stopped by at the kitchens to see what they had to offer. You were now eating a piece of lembas with a thick layer of jam on it. Thranduil usually never allowed you to have jam, as it contained much sugar that caused you to jump into the walls and ceiling (literally) but today he had made an exception. "Feeling better?" He asked as he finished the report he had been writing and looked at you. You had calmed down and you were sitting on a bench, swinging your legs and looking out a window into the forest."Yes, ada." You chomped down the last piece of your bread and smiled at him as he sat down next to you and moved your hair off your face. You yawned and he pressed a small kiss on your temple. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, little one." He stood up so he could sweep you up into his arms but before he could do that, a knock sounded from the door.
Legolas stepped in and you squealed and ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and squeezed hard. He lifted you up and spun you in a circle, causing you to giggle wildly. Thranduil shot Legolas a warning look but he ignored it and threw you into the air, causing you to shriek in delight. He grabbed you and threw you again, and you giggled wildly as you returned to his arms. Thranduil clicked his tongue and both of you turned to him, you still giggling. "She was ready to bed before you got her all riled up again." He sounded slightly annoyed, but Legolas didn't flinch as he placed you down on the floor. "I thought she needed a little cheering up. I heard she had a rough day." Thranduil stared at him for a moment before he returned to his papers, stacking them up neatly.
You yawned again and pulled Legolas's sleeve, making him turn to look down on you from your father. "Will you read me a story?" You preferred Legolas to read you a story. Not that your father was bad at it, but Legolas did all kinds of funny voices for the characters and you loved it. He shook his head and your shoulders slumped, and he ran his hand in your hair. "Sorry, Y/N. I have to go on extra patrol tonight." You nodded but still looked down, it had been a while since he had read you a story. "Don't worry Y/N, I will read you one." Thranduil looked up from his papers and you glanced at him, smiling before turning back to your brother. "I'll see you tomorrow, seler'. Good night." (sister) "Good night, toror'." (brother) You waved at him, and he left the room after nodding to Thranduil. You ran on the bench and grabbed your elk off of it, squeezing it tight into your chest. Next, you ran to your father and you tugged at his sleeve. "Let's go ada."
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"And then the elven prince rode his horse into the sunset and they lived happily ever after. The end." Thranduil finished, closing the book and placing it on the table next to your bed. You yawned and smiled at him before placing your elk on top of his head. You giggled as its legs hung off from the sides of his head. He lent down to kiss you on the forehead and your elk fell down from his head and he grabbed it and handed it to you. He blew the candles out as you squeezed the elk into your chest in addition to the other animals you already had; a fox, a wolf, and an owl. Tauriel had made them for you and you loved all of them, but the elk was by far your favorite. "Good night, little lokte." (blossom) He kissed your cheek one last time and you held the elk up for a kiss too. You looked at him with begging eyes and he kissed it as well, causing you to smile. as you snuggled it tightly into your chest. "Good night ada." You yawned and squeezed the elk tightly into your chest as you closed your eyes. Thranduil tiptoed to the door and closed it but couldn't fight the urge to peek in one last time. You were already sound asleep and Thranduil smiled as he pulled away from the door and closed it as quietly as he could.
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