This is the end, Thranduil. Embrace it. An aching pain grows in my chest. The hurtful emotions that have been inside of me. Some positive, some negative. Even so, questions linger in my mind. Who will take the throne? What will happen to my kingdom? I feel a hairy leg brush against me. Please, let it be quick and painful, I think.

A prophecy will come to fulfillment. A cursed race of elves exists in the desolate places of middle earth. Loriel has always had an interest in Mirkwood. The cold king that lives in isolation there in particular. She has fought in the war of the ring. She now volleys for the alliances and acceptance of other races. When she is asked to visit Mirkwood and give the king time to decide if her race is worthy of allegiance. She shares a long history with the king of Mirkwood. Can Thranduil accept her cursed self? Can she learn to trust the man she has loved for so long?(M for later chapters and violence)

Thranduil Elven king of Mirkwood finds a trespassor in his kingdom. Has an ancient and deadly race of creatures finally come our of hiding? Who or what has dared entered his domain? What happens when he meets someone who doesnt fear him? Can this shapeshifter stay a step ahead of such an old and powerful elf? Can she and her people finally step out of the shadows? Can Thranduil learn that to respect such a worthy adversary? (M for later chapters)