A young woman from Earth somehow appears in Mirkwood, very well knowing why she is there, but is still figuring out how she got there and how to stay alive. Middle Earth was a world she grew up with, so indeed she knows who lives in the realms of Tolkien's universe, but as she herself ends up in Thranduil's Halls, she must figure out how to stay friends with the king and earn his trust, without spilling secrets that could ruin everything. Constantly suspicious of the woman's behaviour and her mystery, Thranduil's interest towards her grows, but her stubbornness and bold confidence that almost levels with his own, makes it hard for a relationship to evolve. As time passes, secrets spill and the woman must fight to upkeep any form of trust. Will she succeed? Will she survive? DISCLAIMER: This fic is graphic and has very heavy material. Do not read if you are a sensitive reader!