"Do not speak out of turn, fae." growled Mel firmly into Maleficent's ear. "I have been gentle with you so far, but you are as traitorous as they if you have been helping them creep through our lands unawares. If you do not watch yourself you might find a knife or two will accidentially find its way to poke you in the back, do you understand?" 

Thranduil's gaze turned to regard Maleficent as she spoke, and it was just as hard and cold as the way he looked at Thorin. "Yes, you do not think that I would have forgotten you, Saeril." he answered smoothly, with one eyebrow raised as he regarded her, stopping in front of the fae for a moment, with his arms held behind his back as he moved. "Or your tendency to choose the wrong sides." the Elvenking growled lowly. "Somehow it does not surprise me to find you with dwarves sneaking around my woods. It is [i]very[/i] clear to me that you had a specific purpose in being here, but I do not believe the lies that your dwarvish friend is trying to feed to me. It is a crime to wander these woods without leave; do you forget that you were using the road made by my people? And did you not rouse those foul spiders from their holes with all your yelling and clamouring through the wood? After all your disturbances you have made to my people, I have every right to know what it is that brought you here, and if you will not tell me now then I swear I will lock you all away until you have learnt sense and manners!" Thranduil seemed to get more angry by the second each time Thorin had refused to tell him why they had come to Mirkwood, and it seemed Maleficent had not had much like to quiet his wrath either.