You were a male elf, you were sitting on the ground against your broken and burned house that got broke by orcs that killed all your village with the elves in it, the only survivor was you and your little brother in your arms who is 1 year old.

Your little brother was sleeping in your arms, oblivious of the village around him totally burned and destroyer, you were dirty and with your clothes torns, you have bloody scratches on your legs, arms and collarbone and your forehead, your hair messy..

You were zoning out until you feel someone patting your shoulder and you looked to who it was, and it was Legolas Greenleaf with Aragorn and Gimli behind him, Legolas was crouching beside you..

"Hi.. We heard your village got burned.. are you okay?"

Legolas asked you softly and politely and you nod, holding close your little brother that was sleeping.

"He is lucky to have you.."

Legolas said, refering to your little 1 year old brother in your arms while he was stroking your little brother's hair while speaking softly.