~Darlin', darlin', darlin' I fall to pieces when I'm with you. I fall to pieces~

Thranduil, the stern and stoic Elven King hasn't opened his heart since the death of his wife. But the arrival of an Elven Princess let love come flooding back into his life with the ferocity of a tidal wave. Ahnvae has the body of a goddess and the voice of an enchantress. She lit his heart aflame and healed it all at the same time. (I do not own Thranduil or 'The Hobbit' trilogy. I only own the original character and the storyline of this fic) (Smut. Many Smut)

This has most of Edgar Allan Poe's poems, or short stories. I do not own the rights to any of them, just simply sharing his work!