Thranduil The Elvenking has discovered a creature not of their realms or era, the 3rd Age. A creature that fears nothing, nothing but the sun. "White as the snow...It does not sleep, it does not eat, it does not thirst. It craves, it craves for my soul and the blood through my veins. It craves my throne. It craves power." -------- Turned into a forsaken creature you held disgust and pain for all that has been done to you. Women had no equal rights, you were changed by some Lying old fool that went mad. A fool that you freed yourself from. But alone, with no friends. Alone with just yourself. All you have is him. The Elvenking who's heart has softened for you. "No man is to speak down to me, no woman is think of me the same. We are not the same, you walk the sun and I do not. You speak to your subjects but to me as The Queen that I am, I demand your respect! Simple, If i can't find my way back home I will take this land and the King. I will show your enemies true fear." You are a creature of habit a conqueror. (I just like Camilla's design so I used her as the cover)