Ithil: Moon.

A young maiden with honey brown, tear filled eyes rushed into the banquet hall and continued to do so, ignoring the frowns marred gazes of the Nobles, until she was about to crash against a pair of snowy white haired couple, who turned to gaze at her with their artic blue eyes which showered her with concern.

The weird thing about this couple was their elongated ears, their refreshing scent, and their heavenly beauty. So beautiful that one could, no, would call a man, beautiful.

They were Elves.

A proud race accepted by nature as their own family and their embodiments.

"Oh dear, what has caused our daughter to tear up?" The brown haired woman's father, asked teasingly, since he didn't even imagine that somebody had dared to almost take his daughter's chastity, while she wasn't even able to find enough strength in her to push away the one who pushed her to such lengths, that had clearly crossed the line.

And that too in the mortal Kingdom.