You were Thranduil's right hand man, his guard, his soldier, his warrior, his loyal subject. So loyal you ended up falling in love with him... yayy...

It wasn't hard for anyone to tell, you were so devoted to him... Like a dog. Only person who didn't seem to notice was the elf king himself. His son had noticed oh boy did Legolas make that very clear... The very reason why you were here in a tavern drinking your wild rampant never ending thoughts. The words that Legolas spat at you playing on repeat in your mind "You think I haven't noticed the way you look at my father?! You seriously think he'd ever love you back.". He had been mad after you dragged him from the forest effectively saving his life from those massive spiders but of course he believed he could of handled it. His father had summoned him so you didn't care much to acknowledge his frustration until those words. They made you stop in your tracks, your heart dropping through the floor. He then stormed off to figure out what his father wanted from him to which you left.

So here we are. The right hand man to the Elven King trying not to drown in sorrow so instead he drowns in alcohol.