So here's what happened to me. I got married. I had five kids. Four out of five died. Damn the First Age! MESPT happened. They were resurrected. The one surviving girl was cloned about five twelve times, making my one impossible daughter turn into six thirteen too many.
But it wasn't complicated enough. It never is. So I adopted my daughter's gay ex-husband Celeborn and his best friend Finduilas of Dol Amroth because they are both ridiculously pretty and I love them lots. I have an illegitimate son, Ereinion Gil-galad, who's, like, the greatest elven king since my father-in-law Finwë (fuck YOU Fëanor, Fingolfin, and Fingon the KINSLAYERS but not Turgon because he's so cute with his little effeminate cheekbones and awww!).
Right now I'm in the void with my nephew, occasionally popping in to say hi to my babies and to bug the fuck out of Celeborn's husband, zee pop star Glorfie Stardust. He has a nice hat. But my hat is prettier. ;)