You are the younger sister of Legolas and the daughter of Thranduil, you are in the training hall practising your bow when one of the guards walks in. Startled, you spin around and aim the arrow at the elves head.

“I apologise Princess,” the elf says, bowing his head and walking towards you. “King Thranduil wishes to speak with you and your brother.”

You nod silently, putting your bow and arrows onto your back and walking out of the training halls and towards your father’s thrown room.