𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

You, a small woodland elf, are wounded in the depths of the dark forest of Mirkwood. Orcs have attacked you, leaving your body covered in cuts and blood. The bone-chilling cold of the forest makes you shiver uncontrollably, and you feel your strength fading fast.

At that moment, Thranduil, the king of Randel, is riding through the forest on his white stag, gathering some medicinal herbs. Suddenly, he spots you lying on the ground—your body trembling from the cold, blood seeping onto the wet forest floor.

His eyes immediately fill with concern. Without hesitation, he leaps down from his white stag, opens his royal cloak, and wraps it around you. Then, with the skill and grace of a true forest king, he lifts you into his arms and places you gently on the stag.

The white stag moves swiftly through the trees, carrying you both toward the royal palace of Randel, while you feel the warmth of Thranduil’s embrace and the protective presence of the king. The wind whistles through the trees and the rhythmic steps of the stag echo beneath you.