Thranduil sat down, looking super serious and attentive as he scowled at all the Men from Dale and Laketown here for a very serious meeting about very serious things that were important to them. He nodded and acted like he was paying attention as all the men complained a lot. Instead of actually paying attention he was drinking a lot of alcohol and thinking about how nice his stick crown would look if he maybe put some tinsel and berries on it. He figured it would look pretty nice.

He stood up and took a really big drink of his alcoholic beverage of disputable origin, ready to respond (and ask why all these Men thought he should care about their problems), when he suddenly started coughing and choking really loudly. All the Men from Laketown and Dale looked on with concern (and some with amusement). Legolas, sitting beside him, sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands.

Meanwhile, Thranduil was bent over double, grasping desperately onto the edge of the table. It sounded like he might be dying. Most of the Men thought he was. Some looked really concerned, a few looked relieved. Most were just trying really hard not to look as interested and entertained as they actually were.

Thranduil help up one hand, motioning for them to all hold on one bloody second and wait for him to continue. He almost did. He opened his mouth and managed to choke out "I'm totally-" before collapsing in another fit of hacking coughs and fell to the floor.

Bard stood up on the table, looking frantic, and shouted "IS HE OKAY?", holding both hands on either side of his mouth, which was gasping in an alarmed 'o' shape.

Legolas nodded. "Yes." He informed every single person in the room, setting his sippy cup of apple juice to the side. "He is A-ok. He is just choking on his own spit." He glanced over to his father, who was currently bright red in the face, wheezing for air, lying prone on the ground. "He does this often." He admitted.

The Men nodded and took their seats again, looking at him sympathetically.

Ten minutes later, Thranduil stood back up and readjusted his collar, trying to look completely dignified. "I am fine." He huffed, and turned to Legolas, narrowing his eyes. "You are banished."

Legolas sighed and left the room, going to pack his bags for the inevitable sleepover at Bard's house.

Please don't be mad at me for writing on your story, Ro... I'm sorry... ;_;

-Dan...