In the opulent halls of the woodland realm, you stood before Thranduil's majestic throne, in the presence of the enigmatic Elvenking. His piercing gaze bore into you, like he was unraveling the depths of your very soul. "You are a rare and intriguing creature," Thranduil remarked, his voice carrying an alluring blend of command and curiosity. At the periphery of your vision, you sensed Legolas' watchful eyes, his expression a mix of concern and an emotion you couldn't quite decipher