Silence. That's all Thranduil could hear as he woke up. Dark skies is all he could see. The silence was an eerie sort, the type that puts one on edge immediately, like you're being stalked by a predator...and you are the prey.

Thranduil's blue eyes look around, unsure of this new and strange environment. Only less than 10 minutes Thranduil was in his forests of Mirkwood with his eleven guards as they stood with him in case anything happened, he is the King of the Woodland Elves after all. When he bent down to look at a wilting flower that looked almost as though it were bleeding, his surroundings suddenly changed. He felt sick...head pounding and then suddenly he awoke to a whole new world.

As Thranduil looks down at the ground, seeing the way the puddles illumine the gravel with the moonlight gleaming off it...he notices two things. The first is that there is something painted on the gravel, the word 'carpark', he isn't sure what that means. And the second thing he notices is...blood. There is a large pool of blood on the ground.

Thranduil's eyebrows knit together as he tries to find the source of the blood...only to find more....and more...and more. He can feel his concern rising, a concern he hasn't felt in a long time.