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Every race has its own version of history, its own battles won and lost, and its own myths and legends...
The Woodland Elves were no exception to that, though they lived in their ancient forest, shut away from the other kingdoms.
Elflings would run through the forest, searching for the Faëries they were sure were hidden there. After all, Faëries were the rarest of creatures and were renowned for bringing light into the darkness and hope into desolation. They were gifts from the Valar to those who were lucky enough to find them.
Neither Thranduil nor Legolas was an elfling any longer. They should have stopped looking for Faëries in the woods millennium ago. But in their hearts, they never stopped looking for them. They are sure it wasn't a trick of the light. Sure that Varda has gifted them a Faërie. No one will stop them from pursuing the little thing...not even the Faërie, Bilbo, himself...