Summary
Erynlith has never been so clueless. Thranduil is just like any other elf prince: A jerk. A gorgeous jerk. A gorgeous, strangely mysterious jerk. A gorgeous, strangely mysterious, deliciously artistic, heart-poundingly possessive, frighteningly daring, incredibly moody, sapphire-eyed jerk. The worst kind of jerk. Love and faith are tested by time, war, and unstable reborn elves.