You laced through the Forrest floor, crunching the sounds of leaves as you walked alongside the company in hopes of reclaiming your home land, Erebor, the Lonely mountains, to reclaim it from Smaug.

you followed Thorin silently, wandering how long it would take for you to get your home back until a shooting arrow came zipping back your ear, flicking a piece of your hair as the company all turned to the shooter.

an Elf stood on a tree branch, long light blond hair swished about in the light breeze as he narrowed his Atlantic cold eyes on you, speaking. “what business do you have here? Dwarves.” He spoke as more elves surrounded you bows at the ready.