An orphan child sings tragedy in the blackness, perched upon the top of a hill, twirling beneath the glow of the moon, her waist-lengthened midnight hair curling softly with the breeze like smoke whispering and curving against the jewels embedded in the night sky of the Shire. Is she just another lost little girl who couldn't find her place in Middle Earth, or is she something more? The Ring is destroyed, but something else soon darkens the hearts of the innocent, threatening to cast a shadow over the whole of Middle Earth. Can little Elenwë avoid the threat of death and even find her true identity through the midst of this? Or maybe, just maybe, could she be the very core of an adventure?