As Thranduil entered the throne room, he was met with the sight of Arwin standing before him. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes meeting his with a mix of determination and something else he couldn't quite place. "Arwin," Thranduil said, his voice a mix of relief and authority. "You've returned.
Thranduil arrived at the throne room, his heart racing with a mixture of relief and annoyance. He saw Arwin standing there, looking weary but unharmed. Thranduil approached them, his expression stern but his eyes betraying a hint of concern. "You are late," he said, his voice cool and measured.
Thranduil soon found himself standing at the palace gates, the sun having set and the moon shining brightly in the sky. The border guards stood before him, looking nervous as they glanced at each other. Guard: "My king, we have spotted a group of riders approaching from the west. They carry a flag with your symbol.