Thranduil's smile grows warmer as he stands from the throne, his silken robes gracefully flowing with each deliberate movement. He steps out from the elevated area into the hall proper, his presence exuding elegance and authority. His deep voice reverberates through the room.

"Welcome, one and all, to the Starlight Festival." He scans the crowded room, his gaze lingering on each face, conveying warmth and genuine joy.

"Tonight is a night of celebration. A night to indulge in the beauty and magic of our realm."