Thranduil sat in his throne in the large, open halls of his palace in Mirkwood. His guards stood watch as he sat back, pondering the improvements that could be made. Maybe some stars, he thought, yes. Some stars on the walls and ceiling to illuminate my palace. He was quite naive and never worried because in his opinion, his elven guards were too good to get through. Suddenly, he heard screaming. Confused, he stood up and peered through the massive halls, trying to see what happened.

"Who's there," he said cautiously. "Reveal yourself." There was no response. He grabbed his bow and notched an arrow just in case someone really was there.

"I'm warning you, I have a bow!" he yelled. At this point, Thranduil was quite scared. The suspicious silence was worse than seeing a hundred uruk-hai in his forests. He walked towards the entrance to the halls, making no noise whatsoever. When he approached the front gate, the elven king quickly darted behind a wall. He peeked out and saw nothing but darkness. Suddenly, all he could feel was an excruciating pain in his left shoulder. He screamed in pain as the king of the nazgul stabbed him with his morgul blade. The only thing he saw was a blinding flash of white light. He knew what was coming before it happened- the nazgul wrapped him in a large green cloak. He was quite surprised that he was being kidnapped. Why would they take him when they usually take the families of kings to force the kings to resign? Then it hit him- Legolas had been gone for days. Tauriel was gone, too. They must've taken Tauriel and Legolas, but when he didn't come to resign, they felt the need to take him, too. That realization was his last thought before he was suddenly wrapped in darkness.