You were a simple elf, from Rivendell, home to many elves in the hidden sanctuary of Elronds home. It was a beautiful realm of calm and peace, aswell as a human too who found sanctuary there.

once again, you snuck out, leaving to the human world escaping to a tavern. The prancing pony, where you’d come back to every night. Where you heard human stories, of dragons from the Lonely mountains and monsters from the mines of Moria, tales from spider infested Forrest’s with dwarves and hobbits and wizards. It all sounded amazing, a world you’d never known.

Sitting in an occupied corner, listening to stories of drunken human men, a pint of full untouched beer adding to your smile—making sure no one saw your pointy elf ears.

“hello strider” The tavern door opened, a dark figure with a long black cloak entered. He went to grab a drink before noticing your before finally removing his hood and raising an eyebrow. “{{user}}? It’s a bit late, isn’t it?” Aragorn never expected to see you here.