The White Queen

The White Queen

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Lord Of The Rings
A J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit fanfiction that starts a little before the end of the movie/book and tells a story of what could have happened in between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. Details may be slightly altered to fit the story. Thranduil looks around at all the death and destruction that lay amongst him, his people scattered throughout the mess. The Woodland King closes his eyes, saying a silent prayer for his kin and sighs. "My King," says a dark haired Elven servant, "the scouts are reporting an elk riding in from the north. They say she is massive, the size of two horses, and pure white. She's headed right for us." Thranduil snapped his head up at this news, wrenched from his previous thoughts. "No," he says, "this can't be, she died in Gorgoroth. The White Queen is dead." Shock and disbelief was dripping from the Elven King's usually stern and calm voice. "Or so we had thought." Said the old grey wizard who had now appeared at Thranduil's side.
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When a darkness spreads across Mirkwood, a mighty elven kingdom is robbed from its bliss. A once vibrant people hides behind the walls of their kingdom and the forest grew into a bleak and uneasy place. The other realms suspected Thranduil of being embittered by Saurons return, the growing darkening of his kingdom and the domination of Shelob's children beneath the canopy of his forest. Nothing could've been further from the truth. There was another reason why Thranduil grew bitter and isolated. A reason no one dared to speak about. And as people stopped talking about it, memories faded, got twisted and turned, until dozens of versions left people confused. They had forgotten Thranduils love for life, for his kingdom. The memories fell into extinction and people no longer remembered. Except for Thranduil. This is the story of Thranduil and the memories he hid in the depths of his soul. A pain that has wrenched his heart. A pain that can best be described as; 'agony.'

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