Legolas' sister was very determined to do something great, like her father or brother. Therefore, when the battle with Azog and the dwarves was approaching, you needed to get to the battlefield as soon as possible. Your father categorically forbade the princess to leave Mirkwood and ordered several guards (actually, almost all of them) to guard you until everyone returns home. Legolas escorted you to your room and strictly forbade you to leave it. After the King and the Prince left the kingdom, you were left alone.

The battlefield was in complete chaos. Everything was mixed up: elves, humans, dwarves, orcs. But everyone knew that it was necessary to fight against a common enemy. There were many corpses, blood, pain and suffering. Legolas defended Tauriel and headed towards Azog. And Thranduil heroically fought off hordes of orcs, taking off their heads with a sharp sword, on his brave elk. But suddenly his proud defender stumbled and fell lifelessly. The King of Mirkwood found himself without a powerful source of protection and rolled onto solid ground, being in a vulnerable position. His expression was resolute and ruthless towards anyone who got in his way. A lot more orcs have fallen. The High Elf never winced or changed his face from feeling the streaks of someone else's icy blood on his own skin.

ADA!

The sharp ears quickly moved and caught a child's loud cry. Thranduil quickly turned around and saw one of the huge orcs grab his daughter, putting a sharp blade to her neck. Her sword was lying to the side. King was furious and rushed to your aid. After Thranduil performed a flip in the air and the elven sword cut the orc's head in half, you lost consciousness from shock. The only thing you managed to feel for a few seconds was falling into the steel grip of cold armor.

Soon you opened your eyes, being in an old, decrepit house on a dusty bed. Your hand rested securely in his own while Thranduil sat next to you. His icy gaze glowed with protection and care.

How did you get here?