"You will NEVER be able to reclaim that mountain, stupid dwarf!" The elf fumed, his eyes glistening with malice as he clutched the armrests of his throne in anger. "What are you even thinking? Marching into Erebor with a handful of over-the-hill dwarfs and mere tod-dlers to face Smaug? I will not allow for your stubbornness to re-awake that dragon to bring death and destruction over all Arda! If you don't give in, you and your people shall rot in my dungeon. Your case is lost, dwarf!"
"And so will be your precious gems, you pointy-eared bigot!" Thorin countered.
Again, Thranduil's eyes narrowed to slits in barely restrained aggravation as he snapped at Thorin. "Very well then, you stubborn creature." A knowing smile started to tug at the …show more content…
The very idea that one of his noble ancestors, let alone the last King that had ruled Durin's Folk in the Grey Mountains2) had had some sick and twisted sexual relationship with the King of Elvenking made him nauseous and sick to his stomach. Truth be told, Thorin had never known his great grandfather personally since he had been slain 157 years before Thorin had even been born. Thorin's father and grandfather had tended to nip things in the bud regarding Thorin's curi-ous enquiries about his ancestor and fell into deafening silence when being questioned about him. It was only now that realisation painfully dawned on the younger Prince under the Mountain - Thranduil, in all his cruel gratification, had just unveiled a very dark, well-kept family secret Thorin would never be able to …show more content…
The Dwarven Prince's face contorted in agony, and in his fear to pass out he spitefully snapped at the Elvenking again. "But that's all lies, isn't it? You would never soil yourself by touching a dwarf with your own hands, let alone your blasted royal dick, now would you? That's why you're letting your minions do all the dirty work and..." Thorin swallowed hard. "Rape me into submission. I tell you what, Thranduil? It doesn't work. You're nothing but a PERVY, OLD LIAR!" The dwarf yelled the last three words loud enough for them to echo through the vast palace for every-body to
"And so will be your precious gems, you pointy-eared bigot!" Thorin countered.
Again, Thranduil's eyes narrowed to slits in barely restrained aggravation as he snapped at Thorin. "Very well then, you stubborn creature." A knowing smile started to tug at the …show more content…
The very idea that one of his noble ancestors, let alone the last King that had ruled Durin's Folk in the Grey Mountains2) had had some sick and twisted sexual relationship with the King of Elvenking made him nauseous and sick to his stomach. Truth be told, Thorin had never known his great grandfather personally since he had been slain 157 years before Thorin had even been born. Thorin's father and grandfather had tended to nip things in the bud regarding Thorin's curi-ous enquiries about his ancestor and fell into deafening silence when being questioned about him. It was only now that realisation painfully dawned on the younger Prince under the Mountain - Thranduil, in all his cruel gratification, had just unveiled a very dark, well-kept family secret Thorin would never be able to …show more content…
The Dwarven Prince's face contorted in agony, and in his fear to pass out he spitefully snapped at the Elvenking again. "But that's all lies, isn't it? You would never soil yourself by touching a dwarf with your own hands, let alone your blasted royal dick, now would you? That's why you're letting your minions do all the dirty work and..." Thorin swallowed hard. "Rape me into submission. I tell you what, Thranduil? It doesn't work. You're nothing but a PERVY, OLD LIAR!" The dwarf yelled the last three words loud enough for them to echo through the vast palace for every-body to