Warnings: allusions to The Hobbit: DoS which can be considered a spoiler
Book/Source: pre-Hobbit, 3rd age, about the end of the Watchful Peace. Inspired somewhat by the film, though I see this rather in the book canon myself.
Disclaimer: Middle-Earth belongs to Tolkien, I'm just playing a bit with it for fun.
Note: Many thanks to shadowycat for looking this over! All remaining faults are my own.
Standing at the edge of the talan, Thranduil looked out over the wintry landscape. The snow had come early this year, laying a coat of innocence over his beloved forest.
The darkness is getting stronger every year, and there is nothing I can do.
As if in response, his scars ached fiercely, and images of horrid beasts flashed through his mind. A goblet was pressed into his hand. With a thankful nod, Thranduil let the fragrant, mulled wine work its usual magic to chase away pain and nightmares.
Cinnamon, as rare as any gemstone, and even more precious to me.