A village is attacked, leaving only one survivor. Forced to flee for her life, she ends up in Mirkwood. There she meets a handsome elf - King Thranduil. As darkness encroaches ever so slowly on Mirkwood, will they be able to find the source, and stop it, before it's too late?

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)