You were returning from a secret patrol, sent by your king Thranduil to deliver an important message to the Lady Galadriel, when you heard a scream from the forest to your right. You nudged your horse into a gallop and sped into the clearing where the terrified shriek came from, drawing your sword and doing a rather impressive backflip off your steed to slice off a nasty orc's head. Three more dim-witted foes growled at you and charged, but you easily defeated them all and was calmly cleaning your blade of the orc blood stains with a scrap of cloth from your cloak when you noticed a hobbit laying on the ground a few feet away, his eyes wide in awe as he stared at you. You sheathed your sword and reached out your hand to help him up.

"Nasty spot of trouble you found yourself in there, Master Hobbit."

"I- Oh- I, um- Yes, I suppose so?"