Many people have asked, and still more wonder, how it is that things have come to be as they are, referring to my unique position of being married to an elf. 

I have been enquired this so often now, and the enquirers have retold my answer time and again, so that the details of my story have become befuddled, at best, and overly exaggerated to the point of being completely fictional, at worst. 

So, I have come to this conclusion; that I must tell my story in the only way that it can be kept to its true form. In writing.

Where better a place to begin a story than on a beautiful day in mid-summer, bird song filling the air, and wondering how a day could get any more perfect? 

That's how it is now, after all our troubles are done and over with. 

If only that was how my story really began...