Source: AU... maybe
Disclaimer: Tolkien said ‘this is...’ Kortirion whispers ‘what if...’
I was born the year Lady Finduilas died. The year they say the Steward changed, becoming cruel and sombre as he made his mourning progress down the Anduin.
Years ago a lean ranger passed travelling northwards; he stared at me, before enquiring of my mother. Later he bought gold, enough for her to buy this inn where once she’d worked. Some who see me now shy away, their eyes start with recognition, their mouths drop. ‘Lord Bor...’ one blurted before his companions turned him hastily to his beer. I don’t know who I look like, but it frightens them.