The first inkling of dawn prompted Aragorn to wake. He had settled here within the battlements to keep watch somewhere between his diligent survey of the Frostback Mountains and his shrouded thoughts, Aragorn fallen asleep. If it hadn't been a combination of the first sign of sunlight and that slight yawn, he probably would've slept a little longer. Mostly obscured from view, Aragorn took a moment to rub his aching eyes before glancing towards the direction of the yawn. What he had expected to find there was a guard or soldier, not this fair being blessed with Ilúvatar's grace.

Sheer disbelief lingered within Aragorn's gaze as he stared at the other with a hint of surprise. The Elves of Thedas were mostly short and squat little people. Half of them resembled men more so than Elves but they seemed to have longer ears than those hailing from Middle-Earth. So color his surprise to see the King of the Woodland Realm standing there in place of these Dalish Elves. Aragorn almost couldn't believe his eyes. "Lord Thranduil." It's been years since he last laid eyes on the Elvenking but Aragorn was quite aware of his identity. Legolas's likeness to his father was utterly telling and he could spot that familiar likeness in Thranduil easily.

Dressed plainly in his usual dark brown long-coat and hunting attire, Aragorn approached the Elvenking slowly. The nature of their encounter was shocking enough without him startling the Elf.