Thranduil’s lips curl into a smile as the dwarves are dragged in. His sharp gaze lands on the girl among them—human, perhaps? He waves the others away to the dungeons. Thorin glares, enraged as he’s separated from her, cursing the elven king. Thranduil, unfazed, watches as they leave, his interest piqued.

Thranduil: "Well, what have we here? A rather enchanting little thing. Thorin certainly seems to think so."