To put it mildly, Eleanor Dace is up to her pointy elven ears in shi*e.
In the past few years she's managed to get herself stranded in Middle Earth, joined the Fellowship as its resident healer, and now it turns out she has an amnesia-suffering spirit of creation living inside her head. To make matters worse, the only two people in Arda who claimed to have answers to her bizarre situation, or how it happened are either dead, or bound by an ancient oath to never speak of it.
Meanwhile, as Eleanor struggles to make sense of what little information she's scraped up on her past, things within the sundered Fellowship start to move in an even stranger direction. A decision that saved someone's life ends up having some rather unexpected repercussions - and as Eleanor starts to notice some worrying changes in herself and her abilities that are definitely not of her own doing, an even bigger issue looms:
Is it finally time to come clean about where she really came from? And what she really has living deep in the vaults of her mind.
In the chaos of a brewing war, only one thing is certain for Eleanor anymore. If she can't somehow figure out who she once was, and the reason why she chose to erase her own memories in the first place, she might not survive long enough for the plucky spirit sharing her head to say: 'I told you so.'
[Rated T for language and some depictions of violence.]
[A Lord of the Rings story]