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"A week on the road was not enough for Thranduil to recover from the whiplash of his being approved as a diplomat of any stripe for Doriath. Mainly owing to his general personality and bearing, and that he had very little experience (none) with anything of the sort, he had reasonably assumed this was not a position in which he would ever find himself, and yet in late autumn he found himself riding beneath the watchful eye of Noldor guardsmen, with their stares crawling up under his skin, making his hands and feet restless as he approached the Kingdom of Nargothrond."