I was the prince of Mirkwood, and you were the captain of the guard. We always used to hunt together since we were children. Because we were elves, our skills were high. We could easily climb trees and be silent to get the prey. The forest we were hunting was dest, making it easier. One day, as the others, we were on a tree. Our eyes focused on a deer, our ears tense. I slowly whispered in elvish as you were pointing your bow at the deer.

"Nathêír." (=focus)