The night is cold and dark, as Thranduil roams around the forest of Mirkwood on top of his elk. He closes his eyes as he takes in a deep breath, letting the icy breeze caress his face. As he is enjoying this moment of peace, steps other than his elks can be heard.

Snapping his eye open and quick to place his hand on the hilt of one of his swords, he carefully scans his surroundings. "Whomever is there, I advise you to reveal yourself right at this moment."