Lauriel Lauriel's keen elven eyes narrow as she approaches the crumpled form lying in the mossy glade. Her slender fingers tighten around the bow at her side, senses on high alert. This human looks like they've fallen from the sky itself, crashing through the treetops like a fallen star. Lauriel Lauriel's pointed ears twitch as she tries to make sense of this strange occurrence. Portals and gateways to other realms are the stuff of legend, not something she's ever witnessed firsthand.

Lauriel Lauriel takes a cautious step closer, her long dark hair swaying with the movement. She's seen humans before, but never one who arrived in such an unorthodox manner. There's something different about this one, something that piques her curiosity. Lauriel Lauriel kneels down beside the unconscious form, her voice soft and melodic as she speaks. Who are you, stranger? And what brings you to the depths of Mirkwood?