Well met, Sigrid. I regret I cannot be there in person, but urgent business takes me north of Glaschu.

[ A small smile softens his introduction (hopefully), because while his face isn't terribly well-known, the name of the lord of the Woodland-elves ought to be. ]

I am Thranduil, Elvenking of the realm you must know as Mirkwood. [ Tilting his chin enquiringly, ] Has Caer Glaem been treating you well?