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.

Merry réalise qu'il ressent peut-être plus que de l'amitié pour Pippin.

Cadhríen is a lady-in-waiting; a trusted maid and confidante of Galadriel. When yet another band of Orcs is spotted near Lothlórien's northern borders, Cadhríen finds herself accompanying Celeborn and Haldir to Mirkwood, where the Galadhrim hope to renew ties and forge an alliance with the haughty Elvenking, Thranduil, and his son, the spirited Legolas.

Tension between Mirkwood and Lórien has run high for centuries. There's hate, bitterness and prejudice. These borders do not exist for every elf, but can Legolas resist tradition held up by his own father?

Donc, un petit recueil, avec un peu tout le monde, Male!reader, Fem!reader, faites votre choix ! Complete, car les OS ne se suivent pas, et rating T pour le moment.

Aranwe, Elven ambassador to the Kingdom of Arnor, recounts his tale of the rise and fall of the forgotten Dunedain realm.

One shot, just thought Boromir deserved some love too! Let me know what you think! Boromir/OC, before the events of the Lord of The Rings. Song title is from the lament of Boromir.

With the threat to the East, King Elendil makes a regretful decision of making a deal with the enemy of Mordor, hoping for peace between their borders. Little did he know that he had given Sauron the tool he needed to finish his masterpiece. Full summary inside

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand...there is no going back?" The Hobbits begin their new lives in the Shire after the War of the Ring. But though the war is over, the nightmares persist.