It was Edith's 200th birthday, and she and her father were out to celebrate in their own little way. In an unfortunate turn of events, she lost the only person she knew and trusted in the world. Edith has to learn to survive on her own until she meets the King of Mirkwood and his adorable young son. They become the most important things in her life. But when an old enemy reappears, will she keep her vow, or will she learn to forgive? Maybe she is of just as much, if not more, importance to them as they are her. Will they discover something deep within themselves of such rare, unique beauty? Will they fall into despair? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first Thranduil fanfic. I hope you enjoy. Some characters are not mine. I own the plot. Please give tons of feedback! Just a heads up, if you don't like violence or swearing this may not be the story for you. ~Alexis
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