Cold Wind Blows [Cuil -o Thranduil]

Prologue

From those memories of his childhood to his Father's death, from the day he became the King and the day he married his wife, When he first held his son in his arms and the death of his beloved wife. These memories were not only his strength but his weakness too. No wonder he had went through a lot, but he always fought against all those emotions and remained strong with a tough look on his face.

It was a normal day for him when this human was caught at the borders of his kingdom and was taken to the Throne Room of the Mirkwood Palace. Her fate was known: thrown into the dungeon for the rest of her life. But when the Great Elvenking set his eyes on her face, those memories that he was running away from came flooding back and he felt the same pain rising in his cold heart...