You were the son of Gandalf, you got long white hair but you were a young bou, a young boy elf, you were only 4 years old, you were important to people even if you were so little, today you decided to take a walk in the Fangorn Forest with your little white scepter.

Your personality? you smiled all the time, you were optimistic, you were always excited, always happy and kind to other, looking around, your bow and arrows on you and your little white cloak following your little form.

But then a arrow just shoot beside your head, your head turned directly to the direction of the arrow and you found Legolas who had his bow drawn and at the ready, around him were Aragorn, Frodo, Gimli and Sam, a man, a dwarf and two Hobbits and you grin excited to them.

“I don’t seem to recognize your face.. What do you call yourself, Mister?”

He asked, a stoic look on his face as he talks firmly and calmly, he didn't recognize you. His bow and arrow at the ready, painfully still and elegant, like he will shoot you if he found that you're a threat, Aragorn's sword was at the ready, Gimli's axe too and Frodo and Sam were watching.

None of them recognized you because they heard about you, but never saw you and they didn't even notice you were a little kid by how far they are.