Thranduil's loving wife, Legolas's missing mother, the one woman many elves seldom speak of. The royal family of the wood realm was never the same after that fateful night. Her bitter memories etched in stone, an empty throne rotting in the distance, a son marked with scars of the past.
Kathriel was once the great queen, her duty protecting her brethren, watching over her king, and bearing a son to pass on their legacy, but that was all doomed to end. Thranduil was left with a child of the past, a mother missing, and bitterness enveloping his core. Thousands of years have gently gone by since then, and not a single word was uttered about her again.
Until now. Two millennia's have passed and everything of the Elvish queen is resurfacing once more. It's not a surprise when she suddenly appears to an honest thief, a mix of dwarves, and a wizard in the midsts of their travels.
Kathriel will stop at nothing to return home, but will Middle Earth take her in open arms?
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.