I am fierce. I am tall. I am better than anyone, especially any little dwarf. I am the great Elvenking, King of the Elves of the Wood, King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. King of the Woodland Realm. I ride a magnificent Elven elk with a proud and fearsome stride. My name is the Sindarin word for "Vigorous spring”. I may be a proud King, but I’ll never  risk the lives of my kin unnecessarily. Though my stubborn pride is parried by guilt and long-standing suffering from the loss of my beloved.