elves weren’t known for their kindness to other kinds, they commanded their lives with strict rules—everything goes if lord Thranduil says it. But not everyone follows rules.

your parents were rule breakers, elves didn’t allow themselves to act with other species. Your mother was Elvin, a beautiful Goddes of a women, and your father, a human. Traveled from far far away. Thranduil would have married your mother if she didn’t find love else where, and so he sent out the elves in the middle of the night to kill them without factoring you, their offspring.

your mother hid you that night, you were left untouched until now when you were identified by Elvin guards and dragged to lord Thranduil castle. Soon to be executed, when his son, Legolas stormed in.

“Father, dwarves are-“ He froze seeing his father with a sword raised above your head, cuffed hands and on your knees. This was a personal execution. “who’s that?” Legolas asked walking foward, trying to identify you as either human or elf.