Pain is all you see on Sigrids face. It was obvious she
had absolutely no say in this and that made you angry.
“No,” you say loud enough for the three kings
to hear. Everything goes silent and Sigrid turns to you with a hopeful look in
“Y/n?” Thorin asks confused.
Each king of the three kingdoms were currently sat at a
round with their most trusted advisor and their heir. In Bard’s case, his
eldest daughter. Being Thranduil’s most trusted, you were sat between Balin and
King Elf. You and Tauriel were the only elves that the dwarves could stand and
you were the only elves that could stand the dwarves. It was a win win
The three had discussed forming an alliance by marrying
off Sigrid to either Fili or Legolas and you were not happy. She was a mere
child. She should not be forced into this especially because she had no say in
“Sigrid is not going to marry any of your
heirs,” you say.
“No. She is not an item to be sold. If you cannot
handle a simple treaty without turning it into a marriage than you do not
deserve being kings,” you say coldly.
“We are only making the alliance stronger,”
Bard argues making you stand angrily.
“Then don’t marry Sigrid off like some. Some. Prize!
If you want someone to get married. Then marry me off! I’m the King Thranduil’s most
trusted advisor you can ask for nothing better.”
“We can’t marry you off by force-”
“There it is! You are forcing Sigrid to marry of
these to men and yet you are giving me the choice! You are being absolutely
ridiculous!” You shout.
“Y/n!” Thranduil exclaims and you flinch,
turning to look at him. He was absolutely livid.
“We will call this meeting to an end for today. Y/n.
Stay here,” Thranduil states. You take a seat, waiting for the reprimand.
Once everyone leaves, Thranduil stands.
“How dare you!” He hisses, pacing.
“I was only trying to save Sigrid from a fate she
did not ask for,” you argue, standing in front of him. He was way taller
than you and it was a bit intimidating.
“You have no business in what is discussed between
kings. Do you really think yourself so high that you can speak back to kings as
if you had no respect for them?"
That makes you flinch as if he had hit you. You were his
best friends since you were elflings. Born on the same day of the same year and
you thought he though you a close friend. You were wrong.
"Leave. You are no longer welcomed in my council or
my home,” he replies, coldly. You stiffen a bit before bowing slightly.
“As you wish, King Thranduil,” you say before
taking your leave. You make your way back to your chambers, trying and failing
to choke down your tears. For him to do this is outrageous, but you had no time
to think about it now. You put whatever clothes you had in your pack, leaving
anything that Thranduil has gifted you with.
When you place your weapons on your back, there’s a knock
on the door. You open it to find Legolas. He looks at you then to your bed.
“Are you going somewhere?” He asks with a
“I am no longer welcomed here, apparently. It’s what
I get for speaking out against kings,” you tell him, going back to your
“Father didn’t mean it-,”
“Oh he meant every word, Legolas. It does not matter
that we’ve been friends since we could walk he banished me and I will take that
punishment without a fight,” you say, grabbing your pack and checking the
room for anything you left behind.
You only see the things gifted to you including your
favorite dagger. You nod at your decision and turn towards the door, walking
“And where will you go?” Legolas asks as you
step over the threshold.
“Anything is better than here,” you tell him
and with that, you’re off.
You make your way towards the front gate, but before you
reach there, you hear a voice calling your name.
You stop in your steps and turn towards the source. It
was not Thranduil, that was obvious. If it was, you wouldn’t have stopped.
You find Bard and Sigrid. The sight of Bard makes you
frown. The nerve he has to talk to you right now.
“What is it?” you ask him, glaring. “Where are you going?”
Sigrid asks, quietly and that makes you stop glaring and you sigh.
“Away. I am no longer welcomed here,” you tell her. “It’s
because of me isn’t it?” she asks, stepping closer. You walk up to her and
clasp her hands in yours.
“No. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have spoken so harshly to
your father. My mouth is what got me in trouble,” you tell her, but you can see
it in her face that she blames herself.
“All because you defended me!” she exclaims.
“And I would do it over again if I have to,” you tell
her, squeezing her hands as a tear of frustration slips down her cheek, ”I
would even trade my life if that meant that you would have the freedom to
choose who you want to marry.”
Sigrid looks down at the floor and you pull her into a
“I am sorry that I cannot be there tomorrow to help you,
but I must leave,” you tell her and Bard clears his throat.
“Actually. I was going to send Sigrid home with the
guards. I made up my mind and realized you were right and I wish that I had
seen it sooner that way you wouldn’t have had to fight for her and you wouldn’t
have been banished,” Bard says, scratching the back of his neck.
You wanted to murder that man, but you couldn’t think
about that now.
“I will take Sigrid to Dale. I do not trust your guards
as far as I could throw them,” you say, releasing Sigrid and wiping her tears
“And, if you want. There is a place for you to stay,”
Bard says and you just nod, leading Sigrid to leave. You take one last look
around, wondering if you were ever going to walk these halls again. You shake
your head and make your way to the stables not realizing that there was
currently a king regretting his decision.
Imagine Thorin always having to smile when he sees you, especially when you don’t notice him being there. You’d just hum a quiet melody and flick through some of your books, but you being so happily into your stories is literally all it takes to completely enchant him.
Richard Armitage is known for his “method” acting. More than once he has talked about his characters and how he even dreamt in character.
Everybody knows how John Proctor had him living “like a monk” for three months, or how Thorin Oakenshield made him grumpier …
It’s not so strange, then, that Richard / Thorin makes a “motivation speech” to his fellow actors / Dwarves, just as Thorin himself could have made.
And it shouldn’t come as a surprise, either, the fact that he keeps being serious as soon as they finish the scene, whereas the two actors who play his nephews start smiling at once. It is true that both Fìli and Kili are young Dwarves and “know nothing of the world” so they could laugh and smile out of excitement… Or maybe Aidan and Dean are just happy with the resulting scene…
The thing I know is that, when I see him, in the final pics, I don’t see Richard.
This is why you should never leave me a pencil and a piece of paper when I’m bored ~
From left to right:
Andúril, Aragorn’s sword
Glamdring, Gandalf’s sword
Andhafang, Arwen’s sword
Herugrim, King Théoden’s sword
Orcrist, Thorin Oakenshield’s sword
Sting, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins’ sword
I wanted to draw Narsil, Isildur’s sword, too, but I miscalculated the swords’ dimensions 😅