3. The Report
"So what have you found out from the ... friend of the Dwarves?" Thranduil leaned forward, resting his hands on the carved armrests of his oaken throne. His eyes shifted slowly from one son to the other.
"Not much, Adar," answered Legolas. "His name is Bilbo Baggins; he is a friend of Mithrandir; he is a Hobbit, who lives in a place called the Shire, which is west past Imladris."
"And he appears attached to the ring that was in his possession, the one that makes you invisible," added the other son, the one with blue eyes, named Elnen.
Thranduil's eyes narrowed. "Invisible," he murmured. "Where is this ring now?"
"Here, my King," said Legolas, bringing the chain out of his pocket.
"A powerful ring," mused Thranduil, taking it. "One of the Great Rings?" He rolled the golden circlet around in his hand a moment, weighing it. Suddenly he looked at his two sons. "Has either of you put it on?" he asked sharply.
Legolas shifted his feet, though his gaze did not waver. "I have, my lord."
The King only said "Ah!", but it sounded like a scolding.
"I only wished to see if it was the ring that made him disappear," clarified the Elf. "It was only on for a moment."
"Ah!" said Thranduil again. He sounded forgiving, but he gave his son a quick look that said clearly, Don't do that again.
Legolas answered with his eyes, I won't, Father.
Continuing to roll the ring in his hands, Thranduil thought for a long minute. "Send for the members of the council," he said finally. "We will discuss what we will do with this ring." He tossed it gently, and the three of them watched as it glinted and whirled in the torchlight before Legolas' hand closed around it. "Put it somewhere safe," he exhorted.
"Yes, Father," answered Legolas, putting it back in his pocket.
As they left the throne room, Elnen said, "Can I see it? Just for a second, before you hide it somewhere."
Legolas hesitated for a moment, but he also wanted to see it again, so he took it out. It laid in his palm, winking at them, silver chain gleaming.
Unconsciously, Elnen put out a hand to touch the gold. Legolas shut his hand quickly and drew it back. "You just wanted to see it," he protested.
Elnen's face clouded. "Pe-channas! I would not harm it!" he said coldly.
Something in Legolas struggled, but he opened his hand again. "Goheno nin," he muttered. "I don't know what came over me."
Elnen, pacified, ran a finger over its smooth surface. "So bright," he murmured. "Beautiful."
Legolas suddenly lifted his head and closed his hand. "Sh! did you hear that?" he asked quickly. Elnen looked up too, listening. Someone was coming. Elnen hurried down the hall one way, and Legolas, pocketing the ring, went the other.
Where is somewhere safe? wondered the Elf. Without thinking, he put his hand in his pocket and held it protectively over the ring.
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