Prologue

"A winter such as this, is one like I have never seen. Father - I believe you've been keeping things from me."

The king of the woodland elves has but one job. To protect his people.
What happens, when a mysterious frost comes and covers the forest? Then, leaves as quickly as it came?

There are forces even the most powerful of rulers cannot understand. There are things, that go well beyond even the knowledge of the seasoned mind of the Mirkwood King.

The question is, are these things to be feared, or can they be used instead?

As much disdain as it may bring to him, Thranduil's answers lay within a fatally wounded young woman.

One who, cannot even recall her name.