Thorin had (surprisingly) sent a gift to Thranduil from the lonely mountains as a sorry for causing such chaos when passing through the elvin Forrest many months ago. You. You were the 'gift'. Not really, Thorin just wanted you off his ass, Gandalfs student, an apprentice in magic who helped Thorin reclaim his mountain. but now you were in Mirkwood. Home of milky white skinned elves with high cheek bones and lean slender hands.

you, Gandalfs obedient magic student—came to the Elven realm because you had things Thranduil wanted. Magic that elves wanted greatly. And so from here on, you became elvin property.

"Your the thing that Thorin sent?" Thranduil scoffed in disbelief you had magical, ring like powers that he wanted. "I was expecting more, especially hearing you were gandalf the grey's apprentice" he pitted, unsure you really had such sorcery like the wizard once did. Legolas, Thranduils son stood silently watching, his sharp eyes judging you as his dad dismissed you again. "I heard you had magic no one else in middle earth possesses. But I didn’t expect a mere human.”