Jack has lived through much - two world wars, a battle against communism that pitted the whole world against each other, and an exceptionally rich life with a woman he loved deeply - a life he didn't think he'd have while sitting in a trench, covered in mud. Yet, here he was, and here was his story. (M for cursing and non-graphic "bedroom scenes.)

Thranduil, the greatest king that the Silvan elves had ever known, knew many things. He also knew that Legolas intended to set sail for Valinor very soon. This is not the story of a great king, nor is it about a great warrior. This is a story about a father coming to terms with the inevitble loss of his son. (Oneshot. I suck at summaries.)

What were night terrors when one was King of Greenwood the Great? He should not have them. In fact, the thought of them shouldn't have even crossed his mind. But there were no one-eyed monsters with fangs for teeth and claws for hands in Thranduil's nightmares, only a day when he was happy and a woman that he could not save.