"What gives you the right to talk like that to me? I'm a king!" Thranduil boomed at you, but you stood your ground. "Lock me in a cell, kill me. Do what you want, king.... But even you should know, anger a shifter, your doom will be near" your eyes flashed, and Thranduil drew back. "What... are you?" He said, fear and confusion filling his icing blue eyes. You chuckled dryly. "No king nor any civilians would know. Only her." You shrugged the Guarda's hands off you and walked away, leaving the king speechless and filled with even more questions. How are you?