Legolas didn’t come back. Thranduil sent a few elf’s to search for his son but they came back empty-handed. All night he thought about where Legolas could had went. Not only to the next morning, he finally realised where. Since Legolas horse was gone, there was only one place. It’s was time to meet the enemy.
Thranduil took his best elfs with him and they rode to Erebor. When they got there, it looked empty. As they got closer, a dwarf looked over the wall and saw them coming. He quickly disappeared. In a moment the doors to the mountain opened and 5 dwarves came out with their weapons ready. One of the dwarves, that was probably the head dwarf, lifted his axe higher.
“Who enters my kingdom without permission?” The dwarf raised angrily his voice
“This is King Thranduil. He doesn’t need permission” One of the elf said
“What is your business that you risk your life by coming here?” The dwarf was still angry
“You have something he wants back”
“Can’t he speak for himself or is he too shy?” The dwarf laughed and the others laughed with him
Thranduil looked angry at him and stepped closer with his elk.
“Give me back my son?” He raises his voice
“Your son? We don’t have your son”
“Where is Gloin? He’s behind this shambles”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no one named like that”
“If you’re not obeying my commands, you’ll regretting it” Thranduil was getting mad
The elfs lifted their bows and arrows at the dwarves. The dwarves lifted their weapons at the elfs in defends. They stared at each other harshly.
One dwarf stepped out from the back. He looked younger than the other dwarves. But yet he was no youngster. He wasn’t as defiant as the others. He kept his axe low.
“I am Gloin. I do not have your son. But coming here was a big mistake from your part. Stealing our gold is one thing, but accusing us from taking your son, is unforgivable” He said calmly
Legolas and Gimli had been out in the forest practising. When they get back to Erebor, they have heard disagreements outside the mountain. They had come back from the backdoor. It was a door that only Gimli knew. It was clear what the disagreement was all about. Legolas had to stop it. Also Gimli thought so. This fight had gone long enough.
Legolas climbed up the stairs to the stone wall and looked down.
“Stop this nonsense. It has gone too far. I don’t know why this years of fighting is still going on. But now it’s time to stop” He yelled
The dwarves and the elfs looked up from the ground. They were all puzzled. Gimli stood by his friend up on the wall.
“You’re a liar Gloin, son of Gróin. You do have my son” Thranduil yelled angry at Gloin
“He does not” Legolas answered calmly “I’m here because I want to”
“Come home at once. Let’s talk about this” Thranduil looked up at his son
“No. If I can become friends with a dwarf so can anybody. It doesn’t matter what race it is. Everyone can get along. We have more in common than any of you could ever imagine. There will be a time when we all need each other. Where will your allies then stand?”
“You are too young to understand. Dwarves can not be trusted. Let’s go home. This is not a place to argue”
“I understand more than you think”
“Gimli, what is going on?” Gloin interrupted their conversation “Do you stand by these words?”
“Yes father. Everything Legolas says is true. There must be a limit somewhere. Someone must take a stand and it might just be me and my friend Legolas”
The elfs and the dwarves were speechless. But Thranduil was stubborn. He didn’t like this one bit.
“This is all a waste of time. I want what’s mine” He raised his sword and pointed it towards the dwarfs
Legolas lifted his bow and arrow to aim.
“Father, if you don’t lay your sword down, I will be forced to shoot you” He was determined
Thranduil didn’t believe him. He moved closer with his elk but an arrow landed just a few inches from his feet. The elk startled and threw him off so he fell on the ground. Slowly he stood up and looked at his son surprised. Legolas had put a new arrow in his bow and aimed at him again. He wanted to prove he meant business. The others put their weapons down and realised that this hate between the races had strained relationships needlessly. Even a stubborn Thranduil swallowed his pride.
That day both the elfs and the dwarves learned that any friendship is precious. It all began when a young elf and a young dwarf started a different kind of friendship.