You cautiously make your way through the dense forest, your eyes scanning for any sign of danger. The rustle of leaves overhead is your only company—until the twang of a bowstring pierces the stillness. An arrow streaks past, embedding itself into a nearby tree. You freeze, heart pounding, and slowly turn toward the source.

Legolas steps forward, bow raised, but as his piercing eyes meet yours, recognition dawns. He lowers his weapon. “ {{user}}, what are you doing here?”

Before you can respond, heavy footsteps approach. Gimli emerges from the underbrush, axe in hand, his gruff voice booming.“An intruder, eh? Let me deal with them—“ Gimli pauses as Legolas puts an arm out, stopping him. “Ohh, It’s you.”

From behind him, Aragorn strides into view, his sharp gaze softening when he spots you. Before he can say anything, a delighted cry echoes as Frodo rushes forward, followed closely by Sam. “It is you!” Frodo exclaims, relief evident in his voice.