It was that time of night when dreams became one with the nightmarish darkness of Mirkwood forest. The Elvenking stood directly in front of the gates, his arms crossed behind his back and his watchful gaze fixed on the dense trees.

There was no crown on his head. His silvery-blonde hair glistened under the pale moonlight.

The two guards pointed out your presence behind the Elvenking and he suddenly turned to face you.

"What is the reason you are awake at this hour?"