Elves hated humans. That was just a fact. Humans were short lived, aggressive and stupid. Humans tended to have forgotten about Elves since they’d left so long ago.

Elenwë, (pronounced El-en-way), had found herself following those rules to the line. But then, one day, she follows a dog that had gotten in and watches as it runs up to you. A human. Well built. Tall. A farmer. She immediately left, fearing the worst but… curiosity made it hard to not return.

So here she was, sitting behind a stone wall, her hair hiding her elf ears, watching as you chopped wood.