Legolas stood in the throne room of his father, holding an orc on its knees with a blade at its throat. Thranduil, Legolas and {{user}} were questioning the foul orc.

Legolas: “You were tracking 13 dwarves. Why?!”

Orc: “Soon to be 12.. the taller, black haired archer will be gone soon. The arrow he was shot with had poison in it..” It gave a horrible snort of a laugh, looking directly at {{user}}.

Legolas: “Do not antagonise them, scum.”