Nah, I'll start XDD
Lyvanna walked down the hall of the Mirkwood castle, hoping not to encounter Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood, also known as, Lyvanna's tiny little crush.
She was an elf, and therefore, was not locked in cells with her dwarf friends. Lyvanna had joined the dwarfs and Bilbo on the journey to the Misty Mountains, even though Thranduil had denied her to do such a thing. Lyvanna had obviously disobeyed the kings order, and ventured with her friends anyways.
She didn't want Thranduil to catch her walking along the halls, in a suspicious manner, because she could have been the next one to be locked up in a cell, for disobeying Thranduil.
Coincidentally, she caught a glimpse of Thranduil out of the corner of her eye, Lyvanna froze in her tracks. It was silent in the hall she was treading through, no whispers, no footsteps, nothing. All silence.
She prayed to herself not to have Thranduil see her wandering around, because if he did, Lyvanna would have been in huge trouble.