The Elvenking and his son have watched as Mirkwood descends into darkness, as the Shadow grows every day. The strife of the past has branded them with hurts that cannot be forgotten and stings that seem to never fade, but it will not do to disremember them. The meandering passage called life has brought and will continue to bring blazing fires and unrelenting storms, and it is these same fires and storms that test and refine. The bends and turns life takes often seem too perilous to bear. Still, even the most hopeless of circumstances have their purpose, a purpose that shall be revealed, even if it comes not when we so wish it to. please note that I wrote this like four years ago and I'm editing this entire thing because oof FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S OFFICIAL LOTR READING LIST thanks to @Niniak for giving me the prompt to write this story (she is absolutely a legend GO FOLLOW HER!!!!)