There was no return from Mordor, not really. But ignorance was, at least for the moment, bliss.

They'd been caught by two sprigs, but did not know what they were looking for, an in stepping through the doorway were caught by a third. Thranduil was becoming slightly used to the sensation, though that thought alone made him grind his teeth. He moved again towards Legolas, lips brushing against his cheek this time, before casting a slightly baleful glance over his shoulder.

"I begin to wonder if certain doorways are not the problem."