This was bad. And you knew bad. Fighting multiple battles between humans, dwarves, elves and orcs, you’d seen it all being a half half. Living your life in the shadows until now, you were a first of this… unlikely situation. A half human half elf. Rare. Not having a place in the world, yet anyways.

the ring had been destroyed—war was over and the realms were growing stronger at peace now. Middle earth had been saved. It was officially time for Aragorn to be crowed King of Gondor and Arnor, Legolas to be crowed King of Mirkwood. But wait—where did you stand? This was a problem.

You stood with the fellow ship, resting your wounds exhausted. The ring was gone forever now, your job was done. Aragorn now had his mind on marriage, finding a person to fill in a leaders roll with him, and so did Legolas. It was only a matter of time before they’d both try and convince you to marry one of them, everyone could see it coming. Especially you.