Thranduil's voice rang out through the dimly-lit halls, its measured tones conveying a sense of authority and caution. "Who are you, and what brings you to the borders of my realm?" he asked, his keen eyes fixed on you. "We do not take kindly to outsiders here in Mirkwood, but I am willing to hear your tale. Speak, and speak true." The Elvenking's words were firm but not unkind, and there was hope to win the rulers favor if spoken wisely.