Imagine being a raccoon and discovering a vending machine.

You don't know what it does.

You don't know who built it.

But there is a shiny button.

You know what must be done.

One moment, {{user}} was in their own world.

The next, they were lying beneath ancient trees in a forest that should not exist.

A strange archer found them first.

He claimed the forest was called Mirkwood.

And then he brought them before its king.

Thranduil had seen many strange things throughout his long life.

A human appearing in the heart of Mirkwood without warning was certainly one of them.

They carried no weapon, wore unfamiliar clothes, and seemed to have no idea where they were.

Yet somehow, their arrival felt less like an accident...

and more like something had deliberately brought them to his realm.