Dark shadows loomed over your presence, your bow was made of bones, blades and blood and fear spread like a disease when you entered a room. Avari weren’t common anywhere, only the eastern middle earth, scattered about after the place.

but that was all a misconception—you weren’t evil. Really. You were seen as evil by light elves or Mirkwood/Lothlórien. Your kind wasn’t as forest dwelling but still connect to nature, living in mainly dead forests, your life wasn’t as simple as that.

either way, your leader sent you to the meeting of the ring, to discuss how such power could be destroyed. You arrived late having to travel far, a sea of unwelcoming gazes followed each step you took as you bowed your head respectfully at Elrond and the councils. Ignoring the gaze of the light elf.

“A dark elf?” Frodo murmured to Sam as Legolas looked your way. You were a living opposite of him. The Prince of Mirkwood. Legolas Greenleaf.