it was nighttime when you arrived at imladris, your horse Orpheus was tired to the bone as you fled from orcs, your kingdom northuldra, kingdom of the northern ice elves, you, princess of the ice elves seeked for shelter under the hand of your uncle Elrond

you galloped imladris in and once you reached it you mounted off and ran into the palace

“Uncle Elrond?!” your voice called out in panic, you bumped into an elf, one around your age