𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

You, a small and unknown elf, are fleeing through the dark, misty forest of Mirkwood. Your short stature keeps you hidden from other elves, and the sweet scent of vanilla that always follows you is the only reminder of nature’s calm. But now, you have nothing to defend yourself: your sword is lost, your bow is broken, and a deep fear has rooted itself in your heart.

Suddenly, several giant black spiders leap at you from their shadowy webs. Your heart races as you realize that any moment could be your last. Then, the sound of heavy footsteps and clashing weapons echoes through the forest.

A cold, ethereal light reveals Legolas, the prince of the Northern Elves, moving with lightning speed. He, along with his trained soldiers, cuts the spiders to pieces with deadly precision.

Before you can catch your breath, Legolas grabs your hands firmly and swiftly carries you to the Rohan royal palace, the stronghold of King Thranduil.

You are thrown into the cold, dark dungeon of the palace. The bone-chilling cold and absolute darkness swallow you whole, and you feel as if the world has abandoned you. Moments later, Legolas stands at the door and leads you before his father, King Thranduil.

Thranduil, the proud and ruthless ruler of Rohan, fixes his cold, unfeeling gaze upon you. His lips move slightly, but his voice booms like thunder:

"Why is this elf still alive? She should have been killed!"

Without hesitation, Legolas slams you to the ground. His sword presses against your throat, the cold steel and the scent of iron multiplying your fear.

But at that moment, Thranduil, who usually shows no emotion, pauses. His eyes widen as they meet yours. Your hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and the scent of vanilla momentarily stun even him.

With a loud, commanding shout, he cries out:
"Take that cursed sword off her throat, Legolas!"