The battle between Elves and Orcs that never happened. Or maybe it did. No one knows.

With each new dawn, as the golden rays of sunlight filtered through the thick foliage, illuminating the ground below, dark clouds gathered over Eldoras. The forest, once filled with the melodies of birdsong and the rustling of leaves, now felt heavy and oppressive, as if the very air sensed the impending doom. Thranduil, the elven king, stood on the balcony of his palace, gazing at the forest that was not only his home but also a part of his soul. His heart was weighed down by anxiety, as if the darkness lurking in the shadows sought a way to invade their world.