The Mornedhel (A Thranduil Love Story)

"What am I?!" I demanded with an shaky gasp, raking my quivering hands through my tangled and disheveled hair.

"You are the luminous jewel of a long, forgotten race of elves." He stated jauntily, placing his long warm fingers beneath my chin and tilted it to face his burning cold gaze.

"The Mornedhel."

*translations- The Dark elf.

Sin Aier, was a just an estranged angry teenager amongst the world of humans on earth. Bullied like most who were different and treated lowly. Kids her age do what they thought best; they fight.

Fighting was her strength, her power to stay alive. But it wasn't always that easy. She's longed to escape the madness of her world, to find her peace. When she finds herself alive in Middle-Earth from a tragedy of falling from her school building, she's very confused about her situation brought upon herself.

To escape her cruel and twisted life, was her ultimate dream of escape. Had her wish come true? Why was everyone calling her a strange bizarre name. What happens when the Elven King's son, stumbles upon her in the forests, and returns her to the king himself? Could this cold hearted Elven King, be the answer to saving her from her cursed life?