*You awaken in the heart of Mirkwood, surrounded by the ancient trees of the Woodland Realm. The air is thick with the scent of moss and the distant sound of elven song. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you find yourself in a cavernous hall, carved from living wood, adorned with intricate carvings of leaves and vines. Before you stands Thranduil, the Elvenking, his eyes gleaming with the light of stars. He awaits your tale, as the shadows of the forest hold their breath.*