Very short story about Frodo's feelings during his conversation with Gandalf in Moria

Haldir finds a mortally wounded human woman wandering the woods; he instantly begins to break the rules to help her, first to save her life then to find out what happened to her.

Le Gondor se reconstruit après la guerre de l'anneau.

Le Vieux Touque a marqué plusieurs générations par sa sagesse. Mais ne vous y fiez pas. Il n'a pas toujours été vieux… Dans sa jeunesse, il fut même un libertin assez irrévérencieux. À tel point qu'un certain magicien a dû lui tirer les oreilles...

Half a millennium before the War of the Ring, Gondor was in dire peril, and only one errand-rider, bearing the Red Arrow, made it north to Eorl the Young. But unbeknownst to the Men of Gondor, the Northmen were not the only friends that remained to them...

After the battle of Helm's Deep, Legolas leaves the fortress to be alone for a few hours. A big mistake ...

Arien smiled softly, beckoning the largest ball of light to her hand and letting it sit a moment before she extinguished it. "They are not meant to impress." "I know," said Legolas, gazing at the lights as she put them out one by one. "I'm not sure why, but they comfort me. To know there is light in these dark times gives me hope."

After invading the Council of Elrond, Saruman sends the Fellowship and Elrond into the real, modern Earth. Four unsuspecting teenagers find them and insanity happens. Crackfic/OOC: don't like it? don't read it (actually some parts are more OOC than others, it just depends on my mood when I'm writing)

Eowyn requests for a bed time story and Eomer has no other choice but oblige her.

Beneath the eaves of Fangorn Forest, Gimli and Legolas have a nighttime discussion. What begins as friendly banter results in a painful confession from the Elf. Gimli is not as surprised as his companion expects. Unrequited Legolas/Aragorn.

As though being stripped of his power wasn't enough, Sauron's now asked to do something rather demeaning: be a good friend and watch the kids. However shall he manage?

Two girls falling into Middle Earth.. sounds Mary-Suish. It also sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. To Aubrey, that is exactly what it is. Finding out your dad is the equivalent of an alien isn't exactly easy. But realizing that he is from the world of a bedtime story is even worse. Dealing with the struggles of being peredhil, can Aubrey make her way in this odd new world?

Riley Moore ends up in Middle Earth during the War of the Ring. Sounds like a Mary Sue, right? That would be because it is. Mary Sue, Tenth Walker, and filled to the brim with humor! Mistakes will be made, first chapters will be bumpy, and plots will be scrambled. But maybe, just maybe, this story will turn out all right. And perhaps Riley won't turn out too bad either...

Causing no little amount of chaos and hilarity, Riley Moore travels through Middle Earth and beyond, striking a well-placed fear into the hearts of the rulers whose realms she visits. A continuation of my story 'So Not Happening'. Just for a bit of fun, on my part.

Eldarion gets into trouble.

Everybody has their own response to stress and trauma: Some set themselves on fire and others turn to the darkness.

The Fates team up with the Valar to grant a wish to a girl, twisting it a bit in the process. Now Middle-Earth gains a new inhabitant and things are just about to change.

Burdened with the life of the Elves, Alexandra decides between what is right and what is easy as she embarks in the one Journey to change them all. SI-OC.

After centuries of waiting, Legolas is finaly free from his last oath. The Ring has been destroyed, and his second son is now married. He smiles as he remembers her, his wife.

Frodo died on Weathertop, leaving Sam to become the Ringbearer and finish the quest. But even so, he didn’t leave Sam alone. This other Frodo, though, who has cold skin and white eyes and shies away from the sun...something’s not quite right about him.

A short account of the creation of the tenth Ringwraith, and the events that followed.

The quest was over, wasn’t it? It had been over for nearly three years now. They had come back. The dark nights spent sleeping on stone, the bloody battles that had left so many dead, the fire-beyond-fire that burned in the belly of that great mountain- these things had all been left behind in time. They were gone, their reach not tangible anymore. Or at least, they shouldn’t hav

“Are you alright, Sam?” Frodo asked quietly, and Sam opened his mouth to say the same thing he had said to everyone else- yes, of course I’m fine, I’ve been better but I’m doing fine- but the words, for some reason, didn’t make it out all the way, morphing before he knew it on his tongue. “I don’t know,” Sam said to his own surprise, and the magnitude of that truth left him airles

Where, Sam thought suddenly, was Mr. Frodo? He couldn’t be seen anywhere in this fog. So much had begun to pour from Sam’s pockets, he couldn’t keep it all in his hands anymore- had Frodo been one of the things to slip through the cracks, like a tiny jewel or moondrop, small enough to fall through Sam’s fingers? Was he lost somewhere back on the path in the fog, left all alone?

With the way the moonlight came in the elvish windows, Frodo suddenly looked unbearably pretty. His dark curls were well-defined against the bed, reminding Sam of a hilltop in the wind, or the elegant whorls that appeared in the flesh of an oak tree. Even though he was crying and his skin shone with sweat, he was beautiful. Sam kissed him again- on the forehead, on the left cheek,