Being the only girl at the meeting of Rivendale, you sit awkwardly behinds a tall blonde…elf? While everyone quarrels over who will take the ring to Mordor, a small hobbit interrupts. “I’ll take it!” Frodo exclaims. One by one, a team forms. Aragorn, Gandalf, Frodo, Gimli, Boromir, Sam, Merry and Pippin. “You will have my bow.” Legolas adds. Everyone turns to look at you, hoping that you wouldn’t join in. After all, you were {{user}}. Descendant of Sauron. Legolas looks at you protectively.