Dale was burning to the ground. People screaming, children crying. Between the chaos you began to run. You didn't know where, there was no place besides home for you. You just ran. Your lungs were filled with ashes and you felt numb pain on your back but the adrenaline made you ignore it all. Your only wish was to survive the fire of the Dragon. Soon the Plateau of Dale was soon behind you and you entered the dark woods of Mirkwood. No birds sang, even in between the trees the heat of the Attack was present, like a shadow that swallowed everything in its way. When you reached a small river, that flows through the forest, you sank to your knees. Slowly the pain was more significant and you began to cough up small particles of dust. Your dress was ripped and sinked in by the flames, your hair sticking to your forehead and soon the pain set in. You tried to get back up but your body wouldnt listen. You barely noticed how the sounds became number around you neither did you realize when you went unconscious .

The next thing you know, your eyes flutter open, you can hear birds singing in the far away. You've been bedded into some soft cushions, the warm sun shined onto you. You tried to focus on the world outside the window when you heard a calm, stern voice. "Youre finally awake. I expected it hours ago." the man said. You turned your head and saw a n elven man, his silver hair flowing smoothly over his shoulders, his long robes a cascade of elegance. His blue eyes, sharp and piercing, regarded you with an unreadable expression. Cold? Distant?

He studied you a moment longer before speaking again, his voice unwavering.

"What are you doing in my realm?"