Thranduil looks around at the strange world around him, horns from some sort of vehicles passing by. He remembers riding through Mirkwood forests on his elk, on his way back to his Palace in the heart of his kingdom, when he saw a light source and stepped through it, it closed once he went through.

He sees a young woman coming out of a building some form of helmet in her hand as he sees head to a vehicle of some kind. Thranduil walks over to her, his long eleven robes flowing in the wind.