During the War of the Ring…
Eagan strode hesitantly into Thranduil's study. "Milord?"
The king turned. "What is it?"
"There is… something you must know."
"Yes?"
Eagan took a deep breath. "My brother, Nilgon, and I – We are only half-Elven. Only Iluvatar knows how we are immortal."
"This I know."
"Did you know, Ara – Nin, that – that our mother was a… a human prostitute?"
Thranduil seemed greatly disturbed. "Yes, I did."
"If you know all this, do you know the village from which my mother came? I would like to perhaps find my father."
Thranduil nodded. "Ashton."
"Thank you, milord." Eagan turned to leave.
"Eagan, I – "
"Yes, lord?"
Thranduil sighed heavily. "I wish you luck."
Ara – Nin = my king