To his Majesty the Elvenking Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen~

Lord Elrond of Imladris has summoned a council to gather, on the twenty-fifth day of October, T.A. 3018 concerning the dark times that are quickly descending upon us. We have received guests who hold an item that may turn the tides in our favor. Lord Elrond requests that you send emissaries immediately, so that we may discuss the best course of action, and unanimously come to a decision regarding this grave matter.

~ Lindir of Imladris, at request of Lord Elrond of Imladris

10 October, T.A. 3018

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Thranduil narrowed his eyes at the offending letter.

"What is the fool up to now? Received an item… pah!"

With an indignant huff, the Elvenking carelessly tossed the letter to the side and lifted his crystal glass to his lips. Drawing back in horror, Thranduil stared disbelievingly down into the empty crevices of his cup.

"Galion!"

Seemingly out of nowhere, his butler appeared at his shoulder.

Thranduil merely twitched the hand holding his goblet, and it was refilled. "Took you long enough," the silver-haired monarch muttered sourly as he took a delicate sip.

"My lord, if I may be so bold as to ask… who do you plan on sending to this council?"

Thranduil turned his head to find Galion holding the letter just recently tossed. Rolling his eyes Thranduil pondered the question, albeit reluctantly.

"I suppose I could send Legolas…" Thranduil huffed.

"My lord I must object to that," Galion said firmly.

"Hn?" Thranduil hummed, too focused on his wine for a coherent verbal answer.

"He has been rather unruly lately… He attempted to coerce the guard into venturing past the borders just last week."

"And nobody thought to tell me?" the Elvenking leveled a glare at his unfazed butler.

"No, my lord. We were distracted by the young Prince attempting to steal the cookie jar."

Thranduil's head thudded onto his desk. "Oh for Eru's sake…" He held out one of his hands and motioned for the letter. Once it was placed in his hand, he lifted his head and reread it.

"'…an item that may turn the tides in our favor…' what could that cursed Noldorian be talking about…"

There were several moments of silence as the Elvenking pondered over the words before him.

"Prepare Tarukka… I want an entourage as well. I'm not going to show up like some wayward scum."

"My lord? When I said not to send Prince Legolas I wasn't-"

"Silence!" Thranduil snapped, before casually leaning back in his seat. "I'm bored. Let this be Legolas' extended politics lesson or something… I'm going to attend the council myself. Besides.. I don't trust my child within five feet of that Noldorian hovel unattended."

"Maybe it would be best if the Prince got out…"

"No."

"My lord-"

"No! Prepare my entourage!"

Galion bowed his way out of the room, wondering why he ever opened his mouth in the first place.

A/N; *mutters* I just can't stop posting new stories can I? I JUST CAN'T. NO NO NO. *holds head in hands* THE VOICES. AGH.

Ok so, this was inspired by some art I found on DeviantArt by frecklesordirt and I laughed so hard... Go check it out, you'll know it when you see it LOL With a little poking from Wunderkind4006 I bring you this *flourish* Updates will be rare at this point in time *as you can see by looking at the list of unfinished stories I have*

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