It is the 2nd Age of Middle Earth. The alliance between men and elves never existed. Men thought that elves were demons and had hunted them for years.

So far, the mortals have been unsuccessful in capturing any of the elves, but all that is about to end, for the mortals have invaded the elvish land of Mirkwood, home to the Woodland Elves.

"Don't let any escape! Capture every elf here!" yelled King Arathorn as his men stormed the castle of Mirkwood. "How does it feel to be on your first elf hunt, my son?" Arathorn asked the teenage boy at his side.

"Why do we do this, father? The elves have done nothing to us. They live peacefully and never bother us." Arathorn's son, Aragorn stated.

"You will find out soon enough, my son," Arathorn said.

Meanwhile, in the castle

As the men ran through the palace, they were unaware that they were being watched from the shadows. * I have to warn the king* It carefully made its way through the halls, finally reaching the throne room.