The Silmarils have been unearthed, brought from the depths of the sea, recovered from the bowels of the earth. And the lucky bearer? None other than a Ranger from Fornost, Beruthiel. She must find their final resting place, or Middle Earth will be torn with war once more over the jewels of Fëanor. When they are stolen from her, she must recover them at all costs. Joined by a young shapeshifter from the South Downs, she will do anything to get them back. But storms are brewing, and trouble is arising. Rohan is no longer the free place it once was. Lothlórien is tightening it's borders. Middle Earth is restless, and evil is growing. Can she take them across the sea, or will she remain and burn with the world?