STARTER -- @elvcn-king
It seemed that treading anywhere on this realm was cause for suspicious looks or, in the extreme cases, arrows being aimed at his head. Generally the extreme cases were the times when he found himself on Elven property, but as a stranger to Middle-earth, Loki was unaware what parts belonged to whom. A headache, really. How many more of these interrogations would he have to go through before he could sit at a table with some alcohol?
( No, I’m not a Ranger, whatever that is. No, I didn’t know this was your land. Yes, I was just travelling. No, I don’t know this area at all. No, I’m not from Gondor. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you where I came from. )
This was no different. Of course, Loki found that Mirkwood was actually probably one of the most miserable places to find himself lost in and he was almost grateful for being found. For a while there, he was certain he’d been going mad in that damn place. Imagine that; Loki going mad. It was almost embarrassing for him to admit that he needed the help but, hey, if it meant not dying in a forest he’d gratefully take any aid offered.
“Look, I swear I do not know where I am nor am I a threat to your people. Yes, I am as idiotic as I look, so they say. I got lost, easy to do in those woods, you know.” He had just barely reached the Elven King’s throne when he began to speak, spilling out the same spiel from heart with a disinterested and exhausted tone of voice. “You have a lovely kingdom, very beautiful, probably the best I have seen, but I would really like to have a map and directions out of your woods. Please.”
