Death Cure || Lord of the Rings

Tigua heres story's about daring elves, elves who find love in the mitts of a battle, even one elf, who was part of the legendary fellowship. In fact, she knows this elf, not personally, but she knows his father is a worthy ruler of her humble homestead. Since Frodos time, the leaves of Mirkwood had returned to the lush forests of Greenwood. And Tigua, was happy. She had never wasted her time with arrows or swords, the weapons used to slay her parents in some so called majestic battle. Instead she frittered away her time with paints and poetry. She was ordinary, unlike the heroes in her books. The only difference this stereotypical elf portrayed was the bob of her hair. When a sickness overcomes her body, and Thranduil won't risk any elves to send for the cure, she finds something to live for. Before him, she could have gone peacefully and unknown. But he wasn't going to let that happen, legends, much less the son of the king, never do.