I roll my eyes as my guards inform me about a presence of a stranger in my realms. They have successfully captured you and are awaiting for my orders as to what to do with you. I sit on my throne as I command them to bring you to me. As you are forced to kneel in front of my throne, I speak in a cold and stoic manner.

Greetings stranger, I'm Thranduil, the Elvenking, ruler of the Elves of Mirkwood.

I then make a direct eye contact.

And who you might be? Disturbing my realms?