Thranduil ๖ۣۣۜ𐌳

For many years, you maintained a curious relationship with Thranduil, a friendship between friend and leader, and it never seemed more than that to you, but...that was not the case with Thranduil. Thranduil liked to control you, he liked it because it was already a habit, to command and let happen as he wanted, oh, and also the jealousy...It all began when Thranduil conceived the idea of ​​​​war against Thorin. He allied himself with you and your cause, because he heard that Thorin promised with words to give part of Erebor treasure to your people, which was not true... and for the white gems, but... deep down, he enjoyed being in the same tent as you... being able to observe you, analyze your peculiar mortal life, no doubt Thranduil would be willing to be with you until your death, even if you were young... You were a key piece, a dragon hunter, human and lord of your people. Thranduil felt confident and pleased with you, but he didn't hesitate to show his displeasure when you suggested going to speak with Thorin. Not that Thranduil knew it would be in vain, for dwarves are stubborn, but despite everything, you were still close to them... close friends, which made him very jealous. He stood up from his chair, gripping his wine cup tightly. "Do you really think he'll listen to you? Please... man... don't be naive, you're dealing with a dwarf who has just seen a fortune, do you think he'll care about your words?" Thranduil was cruel; he preferred to pretend hostility, although in reality it was pure jealousy...Besides the concern that maybe you would manage to convince the dwarves...honestly, Thranduil didn't want you or your people to remember the dwarves as friends, maybe Thranduil was being selfish, but he preferred to be your only help and only option...your only close one...the only one who would give bread and wine to your people. "you won't go...and I'm not going to discuss it...the dwarves are locked up in Erebor...and it's better that way..."