A small group of three Sindar elves walked through the shadows of the hall, seeming to float over the ground with their grace in posture, their feet never making a sound. They held a sense of purpose within their gaits' but the woman leading appeared to be agitated, two male guards flanked her on either side. Her lavender eyes squinted slightly in thought as well as her eyebrows that curved downward, things so subtle that not just anybody could pin point. A greatsword lay comfortably strapped across her back, its cold metal seeped through her cloak and provided her with familiarity in her time of stress. All that Midril could do was force herself to focus on the feeling of her dress, the silk fabric brushing against her skin. But it still could not escape her mind, the fact that she was not there when the king was attacked, even the mere thought of a mortal touching him made a frown slip past her normally controlled facade. Midril did not doubt about the king's ability to protect himself, but that mortal should not have crossed blades with him, it should have been her. She should have been the one to see the life slip from its eyes.
It could not have been helped though, as much as she wanted to say otherwise. There was no way that she could have known that that was going to happen, otherwise she would not have went on her scouting mission. The only reason that it took priority in the first place was because a large group of twenty orcs had been spotted within the forest line of Mirkwood, something that startled the guards but not Midril. She alone could take out half of them without a problem so she did not understand the purpose of taking ten more elves along with her for scouting, she believed it to be unnecessary. They at one point doubted her ability to find the orcs during their search and soon after regretted their comment when she held a blade to their throat. Midril prided herself in her tracking, no other elf in Mirkwood came close to her skill except for Legolas but do not underestimate her ability to fight, she is second hand to king himself for a reason and could definitely handle herself well. Midril halted in front of Thranduil, immediately dropping into a low bow causing her long silver strands of hair to fall over shoulders as she awaited a response to her presence.
(Would you want to bring Legolas? Or any other character?)
"Do or Do Not, there is no try."