#arlath

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thranduil / Tauriel

"I assume you have reflected on your negligent behavior," Thranduil practically deadpanned. His hands were clasped behind his back as he looked down at them through the bars of the former guards' dungeon cell. No-one had ever broken free from the sturdy cages. Perhaps no-one ever will. The only way to be released were the keys. The keys that the current prisoners were so negligent with.

"We have, your Majesty," the red-haired elf answered for the group.

"And what conclusion have you come to?" He asked.

"We are not worthy of living and we humbly beg your forgiveness," the elf spoke again. They all looked like they were on the verge of crying, but Thranduil sighed. Not the answer I am looking for.

"You had one task," Thranduil took a step towards them. "One task. And your mistake led to the deaths of your brethren, your kin. Clearly you have not reflected enough."

He turned away from them and began an aimless journey through his palace. At his feet where there should have been knots in trees and tangled branches, he saw elven bodies mangled, twisted, and broken.

They died so far from home.

Title: Thane’s Lament

Chapter: 7 - Doubt (Thane POV)

Chapter Summary: Through mutual insomnia, Thane and Shepard bond.

Thane observed that Shepard, as the humans say, ran a tight ship. Or rather, EDI did. The AI gently chimed in from time to time to inform Thane of the Normandy's schedule. When he returned from helping recruit the justicar, EDI said that the crew from the CIC were washing up and the crew from the Engineering and Hangar decks were having dinner. He refrained from both, opting to tidy up the mess in Life Support.

The AI had asked if he required assistance. He declined the offer.

He worked better alone.

A couple of hours passed when EDI chimed in again, saying that most of the crew had retired for the night cycle. Most ships would have had some people working night shifts, but with the sentient computer system, it would have been an unnecessary hassle.

"My thanks," Thane spoke towards the ceiling where the voice originated from.

He took the opportunity of a silent deck to cleanse himself. He had not had a chance to do so since before the Dantius job. He reveled under the water, feeling renewed from a strenuous couple of days. The cold spray felt heavenly, despite the chill. A hot shower was out of the question after he was diagnosed with Kepral's. The steam and humidity made it hard for him to breathe.

Stabby: So apparently I won a car last night? Strikes: Wow, you must have been really drunk.

The good: Finally title and reached the 500k goal.

SO NATURALLY I FORGOT TO  RUN FRAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS ._.

Guess who had EXACTLY 12 Corellia commendations after rushing through it and is now a proud owner of another awesome jacket?