Meeting after meeting, he found himself bored and in need of a moment to himself. Wearing his fine and shimmering grey robe, he mounted his steed and took off for a walk into the depths of Mirkwood. The loyal elk did not fret under the many sounds and dangers of these woods, for they both were accustomed to them.

But as he closed in on a clearance, he heard an unfamiliar sound. Tightening his fingers on the hilt of his sword, he spurred his steed forward.

"You're amongst the Elvenking’s land! Whoever you are, announce yourself!"

He exclaimed, approaching the silhouette.