"Touch a hair on him and I shall cut the whole head of yours off." The voice threatened in a growl. Arrow pointed at the Master's empty coconut which had clearly long ago lost it's marbles. For all that was left in what was called a brain of his was the thought of gold and coin. Nothing more.

The ruler of Laketown gave a scoff. "Clearly you are mistaken, dear stranger. You could never harm this head of mine. Nor the hair upon it." Legolas gave a chuckle. "Why, pray do tell. Is it a wig?" He smirked. "No." The Master snapped. "Thought so, it is too hideous otherwise." The Leif insulted. His captor gave a frustrated growl. Turning back to the mysterious form. "King Thranduil, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?" He sneered. Seeing the long , blond hair falling from the grey hood.

"My son," The Elven King snarled. "Hand him over or I will spare you no sorrow." The Master chuckled as the sound of a roar and crackling of fire was heard outside. As well as screams. "You pointed ears thing you're always the one with the upper hand don't you?" He says. "So smart because you're-" The sorry excuse for a man then fell as his head was hit from behind.

Legolas turned his gaze, only to see Soren with a club . "I should have done this awhile ago." His friend murmured. He then looked back up at the King and his son. Though mostly at the Leif. "I am sorry for the trouble I have caused you," He apologized. "I will aid in your escape if you would let me."

The Prince of Mirkwood thought for a moment, then nodded. "Do what you will then." He replied in agreement as his friend gave a nod. Helping escape from his bonds. "We must hurry," Thranduil says. "There is trouble outside which will hinder our going."

Legolas gave a nod, going with both friend and father as he lead the way. Shocked and surprised at the sight he saw when they were out. For the small town was not as he expected it to be. For it looked more of a flame on a torch than a town where people lived.