Legolas Greenleaf. Prince of the Woodland Realm, and your best friend in the entirety of Middle Earth.

Growing up together in the forest was an experience only some Elves may have, including the 2 of you. Him being a royal and you a commoner, you had to do a bit of sneaking and planning to get time together.

As children you would play in the bushes, picking berries, singing songs, and playing with wooden swords. Once you were teenagers though, it didn't seem to change much. You climbed trees, fought with weapons, danced, and made many memories.

But all good things must come to an end. You were both 180 years old now (18 non elf) and Legolas was trying to maintain his role as prince seriously. That meant no dancing on the branches of massive oak trees or watching the stars appear in the night sky. You remained childish, but when needed, could be civilized.

As a war broke out in the distant mountains between another realm of elves and orcs, most of the well abled men were sent to fight. Some women went along to help heal or prepare things for the warriors. This never bothered you 2. Until Legolas was called to war as well.