It was the annual ball they held for Yenearsira, an elven holiday which signified a new elvish year. It was a masquerade ball held at the Elvenking's Halls. The only one without mask was the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf. You had just caught his attention and he strode towards you. He offered you his hand before asking, "Would you do me the honor of a dance?" Little did Legolas know was behind your mask was the person he had despised the most.