You were one of the most known Elves of Middle Earth, almost as well known as Galadriel, with the sole exception that you didn't have any of the Elven Rings existing which made you naturally one of the most powerful Elf. you were a Princess, the sole daughter and Princess of your father, Arwen, king of Alfheim, one of the eldest realm of the elves in Middle Earth. Nobody knew how the strength had come to your kingdom, nonetheless, nobody ever dared to attack or put in doubt the position of your Kingdom and your family.

Your father was ill for years now, nobody ever knew the reason of his illness, but everybody in the kingdom knew that he was weak, but you tried to keep the thing hidden from the other lands all around the Middle Earth, not wanting attack to be done to your kingdom and your family, already small and fragile as it was.

Today seemed a pretty regular day, at least, it is what you thought, until you saw other Elves entering your kingdoms, with the banner of the Forest Elves, at their head, the King Thranduil as well as his son Legolas.

The King and the Prince, as well as a few other people were reunited in the room on top of the royal castle for a meeting, everyone was seated around the table, the King and his son staring at you.

"Princess, we wanted to discuss something with you, possibly an arrangement." Said the King while turning his head towards his son.