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.

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,

Nuit du FoF Frodon doit amener l'Anneau au Mordor, mais la pression de ce petit bout de métal se fait de plus en plus pesante. Son attraction prend une énorme place dans l'esprit du hobbit.

A trade delegation from the south visits Mirkwood and Thranduil and Legolas are highly suspicious.

A starry night, a guilt ridden prince and a loving father. What more can I say! Written for Teitho challenge 'Renewal' and unfortunately was posted early as initially I was informed that it was the only entry. See Notes at top of story.

In battle, Legolas is badly hurt... *Warning: Character death*

It is May Day.

Chercher l'oubli dans le vin peut donner quelques soucis. Aragorn va en faire l'étrange expérience.

"Tras analizarlo concienzudamente tus tíos y yo decidimos interceder entre tus padres, movidos por la más buena voluntad y espíritu altruista visto en toda la Tierra Media y ¿sabes qué? ¡Funcionó!" [Eomer y Lothíriel como telón de fondo]

Aragorn/OC - Menna has put her knife-throwing skills to good use, helping save one of the Company from almost certain death. When a race for the Hobbits veers off course and lands what remains of the Company in Rohan, Menna will find herself facing more battles than ever before. All the while Aragorn must face an enemy within himself. Second in the Quests of the Nameless trilogy.

Another poem dedicated to my favorite character from J.R.R, Tolkien's work. Originally uploaded on July 12th, 2019.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been a healer; a protector. And then I died. And landed somewhere really weird with really weird people – people? I have no idea what they are, they look 'people' at least. Uh, what kind of afterlife is this? Legolas/oc

Gilraen has an unexpected visitor.

Shortly after his coronation, King Elessar finds time to write two letters on a personal subject. The language is intended to resemble Tolkien's "high" style (but with no "thou"s). I'll be grateful for any comments.