@prstige
EVER UNUSUAL IT IS for the KING to wander beyond the safety of his own borders. Mirkwood was VAST, and once, it was equally as BEAUTIFUL. But the DARKNESS that befell it left the woodland king APPREHENSIVE of needless wanderings, allowing only his guard to go forth and BRACE the creatures that attempted to penetrate their FORTRESS.
But the PRESENCE of an idle wanderer had come to Thranduil’s attention. Ever evasive it seemed, for FEW were skilled enough to evade the SWIFTNESS of the woodland elves. It appeared altogether a delicate matter, one that evidently required the PRECISION of their woodland king.
Quiet elven footsteps pad almost entirely silent upon the layer of decaying leaves that littered the forest’s earth. In fact, the only sound that is uttered is the UNSHEATHING of dual blades from their hilt. Held between expert hands as elvish ears prick forward in alert.
❛ I know you are there. The FOREST announces your presence. REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME. Lest you desire to be CAST AWAY to the darkness. Where only STARLIGHT can aid you... ❜
