Legolas scratched out the words hastily on the parchment, but stiffened in his seat when he heard footsteps. Quickly he began pulling another parchment on top of the one he was currently working on, only this one was addressed to Haldir in Lorien.

"You seem unusually keen on writing that letter, ion nin," Thranduil remarked, leaning over his son's shoulder. He skimmed the contents of the letter idly, a thoughtful expression upon his face.

"Yes, Ada, I just suddenly felt a need to finish it; I have delayed in a reply long enough." Legolas hastily thought up a plausible answer to his father's words, hoping the Elvenking couldn't hear the erratic beating of his heart with those sometimes annoyingly sharp ears. If Ada was to ever discover what he was writing, Legolas was certain he would die of mortification on the spot, no fading— he'd vanish right there.

Elves, Thranduil had once said, do not meddle in another's affairs; nor did they 'prank' others.

Legolas was doing both.

He watched conspicuously over his shoulder until his father left the room, then pushed the boring missive off the real one to reread it before sending for a courier to deliver it.

Perfect, he decided, nodding his head slightly as he folded and sealed it, careful to make certain he wasn't using one of his father's seals. That would ruin the surprise of this whole thing. And he did not want to be Tauriel's – or Kili's – target practice. Besides that, he didn't think Thorin would take very kindly to these keen observances. Just because he'd saved the Durinson's life a couple of times during the battle didn't mean the King Under the Mountain liked him any better— though there wasn't so much angst anymore, a fact of which Legolas was very grateful.


Thorin was supervising the repair of a tunnel that Smaug had long ago collapsed under his great weight. As he stood there, looking rather like an ordinary dwarf than King Under the Mountain in his simple tunic and trousers, a courier, an elvish courier, came up to him, walking briskly. Though things had become more peaceable between elves and dwarves, Thorin still had a bit of trouble warming to them. Though, he had to give this courier credit. He knew it couldn't be easy for him to come down here into the dark and confined space— at least, confined to the elves.

Letter for you, sir," the elf declared, holding out the creamy parchment – parchment that looked like something elves would use, but also something a Man would write upon, too. Perhaps Bard needed something for Dale? Nodding to the courier he took the sealed parchment and dismissed him. Running faster than he had to get to Thorin, the elf left.

Thorin broke the seal on the missive and instantly frowned down at the cryptic message relayed therein.

"I can see what's happening,"

That was all, and it confounded him to no end. He said nothing aloud, not wanting to seem odd to the dwarves working before him on the passage, so he simply pondered it in silence. Who had sent this to him? Was it some sort of threat? Was someone trying to warn him of a coming danger? What was 'happening', exactly? Confusticate it all!

"Uncle, have you seen Ki. . ." Fili broke off, reading over his uncle's shoulder. "What?" he asked, looking up into his uncle's face for some sign as to what the words meant.

Thorin looked back at his oldest nephew and shrugged. Fili's guess was as good as his.


I was Pinterest-surfing a while back, and saw this adorable drawing that used a line from "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" from the Lionking. I just had to go somewhere with it, so this was born. I own nothing, and I wish I knew who had created that drawing; again, it was adorable.