Best of both worlds

Being of mixed elven heritage, Nitendae needs less sleep than his human companions. Even so, his trances often slip into a dream-like state.
This night is one of those nights.
Like both the tenacious Bastien and the boy Volkon, he'd also had his memories stolen from him, all those many months ago, back in Fassel wood. Initially, he'd assumed that the annoying, shyster gnome wizard had cast a temporary spell on them to weaken their will and make swindling them easier. Later, he realised, that Hedzor was just exploiting the supernatural nature of the wood itself for his own larcenous benefit.
Underhand but impressive.
Unlike his human companions though, he'd lost more. Much more.
The burning, long term after effects of the drow poison had severed his sorcerous blood links and affected his fractured mind further. His reaction to it was probably compounded by the ongoing effects of those hateful mists.
Still, now after months of not knowing, Nitendae's memories begin trickling back...
He remembers his kind but distant elven mother.
He remembers the oddness of looking older than her by the time he'd reached maturity.
Nitendae had sensed that she had been embarrassed by his human blood, though she never said it aloud.
He remembers the ridiculousness of trying to continue to learn with the full blooded elven children born around the same time as him. Children still, even now.
Even his attempts at integrating in the cities of men had been wrought with missteps.
With his father dead, the two human 'mentors' he'd found; Faigin the thief and the exploitative wizard proved to be useless. Both just wanting to exploit his elven deftness and nescient sorcerous abilities.
It's only then when the flood of lost memories return...
A whispered message carried and conveyed by songbird, summoned him back to the forests of his childhood.
The solemn meeting with his elven lord and the revelation that the dark elves from below were deliberately undermining treaties and pacts between the surface races.
"Young half-blood, we are tied to these woods, but you Nitendae, with your unique skill set, you straddle the worlds of men and elves. Only you can travel to the island of Squamata, and disrupt the Drow's sinister plot." 
Back in the present, Nitendae's almond shaped eyes snap into focus, but rather than the horizon, he sees the truth.
The sudden realisation that, rather than being seen as half an elf, he was actually an elf plus...
He wasn't less than his mother's race, he was better!
Ironically, despite his memory loss, he had uncovered the drow and disrupted their plans. True, he didn't know exactly what that plan was, but from what he'd already seen, he knew it was potentially world changing.