AUTHOR NOTE: Hi friends; not only is this my first LotR and Thranduil fanfic… This is my first ever fanfiction!
I would appreciate patience as I get in the flow of my writing as I am not used to sharing my writing with anyone… ever.
I know there are mixed reactions to "someone from Earth goes to Middle-Earth." But I LOVE them so that is the kind I am writing.

I hope you are ready for cheesiness, cliches, humor and drama with our favorite Elvenking.
I am still learning about the masterful world that Tolkein has created; so if I mess things up…. Consider this my apology.
XOXO - Presephone

CONTENT WARNING: Rated M for strong language; violence; sexual situations and abuse. I will preface each chapter with more specific warnings as they arise.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything created by Tolkein and Middle-Earth. This is for entertainment only.

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Prologue

The twilight hours grew colder as the group moved quickly; the sound of the horses' hooves pounding the earth matching the terror rising within the heart of the elf as she held one of her children close to her chest. She looked ahead to the horse in front of her; his white hair matching that of the rider, her gown flowing in the night wind.

"My Lady," the woman called, "You need to return to Imladris. It is not safe for you to continue with us. Leave us with Mithrandir and please return bef—"

"No." The woman had stopped her horse and turned to look at her friend. "I promised to get your family to safety, Elara and I intend to see that promise through." As she spoke, Lady Galadriel touched the woman's cheek with her slender hand. "We are nearly there, and then we will see you off." Without another word; Lady Galadriel turned her horse and continued up the hill; followed closely behind by the three other horses.

The small company reached the top of the hill and quickly dismounted. Elara moved to her husband's side as he cradled the other child under his cloak, after a long look into each other's eyes, he gently kissed her forehead and they moved over to where Galadriel now stood; silently studying the dark cave in front of her.

Quietly behind them; the older wizard finished gathering small parcels of clothing and food for the family on their journey and quickly joined the elves.

za dag kul izubu (this child is ours)

All present heard the Black Speech on the wind as if it were spoken within their head. The shadows around them noticeably darkened and the children began to cry.

"Not as long as I draw breath," Galadriel spoke louder than before; with authority and an edge of danger to her voice.

Mithrandir spoke softly and placed one of his hands on the top of the child's head, "We do not have long. I fear the enemy is closer than we anticipated."

Suddenly matching Galadriel's authoritative tone; the grey-haired wizard began chanting in a language that the elven parents did not know. As he did so; Galadriel began drawing the runes she had created around the entrance of the cave.

Elara reached for her husband's hand as they watched the powerful duo work; she felt the pressure in her hand tighten and she looked into his bright eyes.

"Are we doing the right thing, Kinarus?" She choked out; holding tears back.

"Yes, meleth nin (my Love)." Kinarus brought his wife's hand to his lips and he gave a chaste kiss on her knuckles, "This is how it must be. If not for us, for them." He glanced at the children in their arms. "It will not be forever. We will return when it is safer and the time is right."

As they looked at their family; a faint blue light began to emanate from the runes as Lady Galadriel completed the final one. "It's time." She called back to the small family as the light grew brighter and Mithrandir finished chanting.

gurz'll gimb ul (death will find them)

The Black Speech was much closer this time; the dark shadows reaching to the tops of the trees as a shrill cry was heard in the distance.

"Come now," Mithrandir ordered. "They are nearly upon us."

As Kinarus whispered words of thanks to the wizard, Elara stepped forward to Lady Galadriel.

"My Lady, I—"

"Stop," Galadriel held her hand up swiftly, "we have been friends for well over a thousand years. Except for my husband and child, you of all people have every right to not address me so formally."

Elara smiled weakly and hugged her friend. "Do you know what realm we are going to?"

Galadriel pulled away, "No, Mellon (friend). But that is the point. We need to get you away and the safest way to do that is if we know not where." Galadriel saw the look of fear cross Elara's features, "Fear not, Elara. The runes are created with blood magic. When the time is right for you to return; you will know. The portal will only open for the four of you."

Kinarus joined his wife and gave Lady Galadriel a reverent nod. "No words can express my gratitude for your aid in protecting us."

Mithrandir joined Galadriel as she spoke, "The honor is mine. Your children will bring a new light into this world and some would snuff that light before it has grown. Be safe and watch out for each other. We will meet again."

With final glances, the elvish family stepped past the glowing runes and into the darkness of the cave. Not knowing what would be waiting for them on the other side.