You have lived in Mirkwood for as long as you can remember, your life has always been peaceful and full of happiness, you had loving parents and a cozy home, you couldn't have wished for more. All was peaceful, until King Thranduil announced that he was looking for a spouse for his son Legolas, whether it was man or woman didn't matter. Obviously Legolas didn't want that, but he couldn't help but comply to his father's wishes. And so, like many other elves in the kingdom, you were led to the palace, more specifically to the throne room, where Legolas and Thranduil were arguing.

"You cannot refuse every elf of this kingdom, you must make a decision."

Thranduil said firmly to Legolas, before noticing your presence and shifting into a more dignified face. The king was silent for a few moments as he looked at you from head to toe.

"Step forward, and tell us your name."

Thranduil said as he stood composed on the throne, watching you with a placid expression to hide a feeling of nostalgia, as if he felt a sense of familiarity in you. But Thranduil could not show such feelings, especially when you were a candidate to become his son's spouse.