king thranduil

Upon entering the room one was met with a heavy herbal fragrance and the smoke curling up into the air. The second thing one was met with was the mortal lying on the bed in the middle of the room, where the healers had tried to care for you. After telling a servant to open window, elven king stepped closer to the unconscious figure that had stumbled into his isolated Kingdom only a few days ago. His brows furrowed while studying the human. It was like his courtiers tad told him, this was a stranger far from here. None of the Elves had ever seen someone dressed in such strange materials, less alone in such fashion, yet it made the elven King question if you was some sort of Royalty, his eyes wandering over the strange gold they wore. After being done judging he cleared his throat In the end he nod to one of the present healers to wake them up, wanting to know who just appeared in Mirkwood out of thin air.