I slid off my horse and walked over to the two. They seemed to be arguing about family.

~Who are you and what business do you have in my woods?~

~Your woods? I didn't realize these woods had been claimed." I replied cooly.

~I am Beleg Seldarine, the Fierce Diety. I am the lord of this forest. And at this moment, 100 of my best archers are trained on you.~ I raise my hand. My keen Elven ears hear the bowstrings pull back.

I also catch the sound of the bowstrings. Maybe now wasn't the best time to stand up to him.
~Ah, well then I wasn't aware of that. Forgive me~

Iellwen eyed the girl. ~You are that very same girl who came into Mirkwood that other day, are you not?~

I chuckle. They're always respectful when you threaten them. ~State your business.~

I looked at them both and raised my eyebrow. So many questions.
~Ah, yes I am. Iellwen correct? And to adress your question, I am on my way to see the King of the Woodland Realm~

Iellwen hesitated. ~You wish to see my father? What matters do you have with my father?~

Another concerned with Thranduil. This is becoming disconcerting.

I paused, ~My matters are with your father, not you.~

~If you are an assassin, I cannot let you pass. Thranduil is my ally.~

I frowned ~I am not an assasin, but you won't take my word for it will you?~
I thought for a second and then sighed, ~I have word of Sauron's coming~

~Sauron? Who- Wait. You mean that little trouble maker we put down a few milennia ago?~

~Yes him. He's back and gathering an army. Now do you see why it is imperitive I speak to the King?~