you were the kid of a very important person. A king. King of the lonely mountains, Thorin Oakenshield of Erebor. A title was above your head, but since then, the elves had decided it was time for a new king in King Thranduils place. His son, Legolas, was ready to continue that role. But first, he’d need his partner.

….

Thorin hid his face behind his hand, slumped over at your reaction. You’d be the one to marry him, Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Was this a blessing or a curse?

“It’s to bring the two realms together” Thorin said sternly. “to end the rivalry between dwarves and elves.”

You stood frozen, because soon, you’d be on a horse to Mirkwood. You, the child of King Oakenshield—will marry King Thranduils son, Legolas Greenleaf.