Two young girls are mysteriously transported to Middle Earth after a deadly car accident. Gifted with both talents and weapons by the Valar, the two young heroes set out with their beloved characters to save Middle Earth...again. Eventual Aragon/OC and Legolas/OC. Rated T just to be safe.

"Let's go, Samwise!" Rosie called him this whenever she was stressed. But today, it was her cheery laughter that sent his heart soaring. "Miss Rosie, we're married now. We shouldn't go up to First Class!" Sam cried. "That's what Mr. Merry and Mr. Pippin would do." "Well, we're not them," Rosie said, beckoning him forward. Written for the Samwise Saturday challenge.

Sam shook his head. It must have been a teenage girl. The writing looked like it came from a fangirl's pen. But when he showed the letter to Frodo, he burst into laughter. "Mr. Frodo, what's wrong?" Sam was confused. "It don't make sense. I'm in love with Rosie." Featuring Sam Gamgee, Rosie, and Frodo.

Bagginshield. Slight lemon. Rated M for reasons

Life had definitely not prepared Dean for handsome strangers with tongue piercings, tattoos and a perversely pushy disposition. But as Jimmy once spoke of his twin "No one is ever truly prepared for Castiel. We just sort of let him loose on the world and hoped for the best."

Tauriel admires Kili's assets.

Tauriel takes Fili and Kili out to see the stars. Kili/Tauriel, Fili/Tauriel

Delia at sixteen was arranged to be married. In an attempt to retain her freedom she left before the marriage could occur. On her train she met someone who was quite a gentleman, but soon after he is as good as a personal poltergeist. Lestat de Lioncourt.

Hundreds of years after Bianca Solderini became a vampire, she has fallen under the spell of Lestat de Lioncourt. But this sweet, love affair cannot last, as the two men she has ever truly loved, come back into her life. Her maker, and her makers pupil..

Take me. I pleaded, releasing myself to his mercy. My head dropped in submission. Lestat de Lioncourt

No, leave him alone, I cried, tears running down my cheeks. Take me in his place, I pleaded shifting my long brunette hair to expose the soft skin of my neck. I won't let him die. The man stared at me in surprise. Lestat de Lioncourt. Hell of a birthday.

I was alone and I was hurt. So why did he, of all creatures and devils, come to me? Lestat de Lioncourt oneshot.

A series of letters exchanged between Nicolas de Lenfent and Lestat de Lioncourt, being from their mortal lives. Slash, or as much as you can get through letters.