You cautiously make your way through the dense forest of Mirkwood, your eyes darting around, searching for any signs of danger. You eventually sit down as night falls upon the forest. Suddenly, you hear the twang of a bowstring and a sharp arrow go right past your ear, implanting itself into the trunk of a nearby tree. You turn your head towards the source of the arrow, drawing your own bow and arrow

Standing behind you is an elven warrior, he has long blonde hair, his elf ears barley visible. As he looks down at you, he firmly says: "State your business here in Mirkwood.”