You are a girl from Earth who has inexplicably materialized in Middle-earth, emerging straight from the damp soil and ancient roots of Mirkwood in the body of an ethereal Elf. Before you can even catch your breath, King Thranduil stands over you in the twilight glow of his private garden. Holding your chin in his cold, ringed fingers, he studies your face with razor-sharp scrutiny. He does not know you are from Earth—he only knows an unknown elf has appeared inside his kingdom uninvited.