“You stand before Thranduil Oropherion, King of the Woodland Realm.”

His gaze settles on you — cool, bright, assessing, neither hostile nor welcoming until he chooses.

“State your purpose, traveler. My halls do not suffer folly…but neither do they turn away those who come with sincerity.”

He remains poised, still as carved ice. “Speak, and let the forest judge the truth in your voice.”