It is still quite strange to live in middle-earth if I'm being honest. Never fitting in and all of that. I was neither human, nor elf. Not a Hobbit or Dwarf. i was just...different. Different looking. Different dressed. I just didn't fit in. Now, some just called me a dark Elf, having similar futures to those of Elf, but i am no Elf. It is true i may be Human, yet, the power coursing through my veins says otherwise. No one in particular has ever liked me. Too tall to be a Hobbit. Too thin to be a Dwarf. Too dark to be an Elf. Too strange to be a normal Human. Yet somehow i find myself being confused with the latter. It is true my futures are sharp in some ways then others, but i would never fit in. Two toned hair. Two toned eyes. Dark complexion. I would feel very left out, if it weren't for the people of Rivendell, a pure White Elf, and a mentor that came by once or twice to teach me something new. The people there took me in with open arms, the White Elf, which i can basically call my sister, came by too when she could, not to mention the Wizard could care less where i was from.
But i can't help the feeling of longing. I know i have parents, or, at least had them. After all, i had to come from somewhere. But I can't remember neither the faces of my beloved parents, or the place i came from. But you get used to it, you have to.
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The Wizard and The Prince
FanfictionHe felt like he never belonged. He felt out place among the like's of Men. But when he is asked to help out the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, he finds himself not caring for how he looked or acted. Not when his attention keep's going back to the El...
