In the heart of the ancient forest, the air was thick with magic and the rustling of leaves. Thranduil, the Elvenking, stood regally beneath the towering trees, his silver hair catching the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy. As he gazed into the distance, he sensed a presence, a new energy in his realm.

Whoever this person was, they didn't seem like they were from around here — he did not enjoy that fact.

"Who ventures into my realm unbidden?" he asked firmly. "Show yourself."