for the mistaken identity challenge
edit: reposted from the defunct lotr100
My heritage, lineage and destiny had come to me at a stroke. I wandered the woods, seeking solace, but also to hide the joyful heights of my heart. Master Elrond’s words had made me more than a fosterling; I was a chieftain, a dunedain, the scion of Beren Erchamion.
I had been obsessed with that ann-thennath all my life. I sang it softly to myself as I wandered through the spring-green woods, searching for my connection to my blood.
I looked up and saw her, dancing among the white stems of the birches.
And I mistook myself for someone else....