"[...] often I must put mirth aside. Elladan and Elrohir have returned out of the Wild unlooked-for, and they had tidings I wished to hear at once" What were the tidings Aragorn missed attending the Feast for? And how come he was so well-dressed when he finally arrived in the Hall of Fire?

When the nights are cold, it only makes sense to share body heat to stay warm, right? And if you happen to fall for the person you're sleeping with – sleeping next to! – that would be perfectly normal and fine. Right? Aragorn is about to find out.

Sybil was just a teenager when she wished with all she had that she might wake up in Middle-earth. Whatever power granted her wish didn't seem to think she'd need any memory of her old home to help her once there. A decade later, when she stumbles across Boromir in the wilderness, will she be able to fulfil a goal she has no recollection of? [Boromir/OC] Rating may change.

Disaster has struck on the High Pass. Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas face a desperate struggle to return to Rivendell - can Aragorn save them? And what is Gandalf's purpose on this midwinter night?

An collection of short stories and poems inspired by and that takes place in Middle Earth. All characters belong to J. R. R. Tolkien.

Calliope and her autistic roommate get sent back in time and must change the future of Middle-Earth. What will happen when they begin messing with the timeline? What will happen when a particular Elf shows an interest in her? LegolasxOC slow burn.

Four days before the Fellowship departs, on the long night of the winter solstice, an aged Bilbo awakes in Rivendell to the smell of the first snow of the year.

A story with a dark beginning. Lost on earth I was for ages. Taken in by abusive people who only kept me around for a check from the government. Saved and returned to the world I belonged to and a future I have to make sure is safe in return. Own nothing of JRR Tolkien or his world. Only the characters I make. Not in line with your world views? Don't read it. LOTS OF F/F love! ;)

A series of oneshots in which Eomer and Lothiriel meet. Will be updated whenever there is inspiration.

He stood still, but no less vibrant at the prow. Glorfindel, formerly known as Laurëfindelë, would set foot in Aman once more, after 4500 years of absence. And the moment his ship touches the beloved shores, he would climb the Taníquetil to petition the Valar. For on earth, Eleanor fervently awaited his return. Special kudos to Magali Villeneuve for her illustration

After the War of the Ring, Lothíriel of Dol Amroth finds herself at the reveicing end of the search for peace and prosperity by being used as a pawn in an alliance made between kings and princes. Married to the King of the Riddermark she must navigate being a stranger in a strange land, being a queen to a king, and to learn to live and love with a man she hardly knows.

It is the beginning of the Fourth Age and the Golden Age of Gondor. It should be the time of Peace and plenty, except there are bonfires on the Barrow Downs and strange happenings on Amon Sûl. Rumours of tall strangers in Bree and Merry has disappeared. The Three Hunters are called upon once again to track down a missing Hobbit.

When a fire breaks out on a meadow in Rivendell, Elrond's sons will find themselves engulfed in a sea of flame - and in a desperate struggle for survival.

Just a compilation of Legolas and a few other elves. Dark Desires is called that for a reason! Rated M for Sexual Content, some drinking, possible violence.

Romance scenes between Eomer and my OC Silver. Rated M for strong sexual scenes, language, drinking and possible violence.

We all know the history of Middle Earth, how rings were forged for men, dwarves, and elves while another was forged in secret by Sauron. In the Rings of Power we saw a moment that could have changed everything. What if only the three were forged along with an unlikely alliance between ancient enemies. Rated T in case of violence and language.

[Sequel to A Strange Foretelling] Now in Valinor and living happily ever after, or so they thought, Legolas and Manwathiel are faced with the truth behind their marriage and unforeseen challenges that will test them beyond what they could imagine. All the while a new deadly threat looms and Legolas is finally reunited with his mother. Thranduil/OC, Legolas/OC

The world is unkind to the lost, Though wandering they may roam. Savage and cruel bites the frost, The hearth warms only the home. When creatures of shadow are taken from the lives and land they once knew, they must ask themselves: what makes a monster and what makes a man?

"You knew. You chose it. You chose this life. It could have been otherwise." It is dangerous to love; she has seen it too often, in too many ways. Yet fate makes its own choices, and those who remain must choose in its wake. Battered by injury and grief, a Ranger and a healer find comfort, at last, in each other.

Nolowyn was the sister of Arwen and she felt like the forgotten sibling. Though her father Lord Elrond loves her and doted on her just as much she felt invisible. One day while sitting in the tower studying the map of middle earth a ranger came to ask for shelter from her father. She knew she was faited to this ranger but she didn’t know how.

Legolas has been captured by Hill-men from the Ettenmoors and it will be up to Aragorn and his brothers to free him. Unfortunately, not everything is quite as straight-forward as they might have hoped.

Qu'arrive-t-il lorsqu'une jeune femme du monde moderne se retrouve propulsée en Terre du Milieu ? Giselle va devoir se confronter à une nouvelle culture, de nouvelles mœurs, une façon de penser totalement différente de la sienne et surtout... faire face au roi de la forêt. Un roi froid, intimidant mais surtout très seul. Thranduil/OC

As much as I used to love fairy tales, I never actually believed in them. Not until that fateful day, anyway. After all, as the old saying goes: you've got to see it to believe it. Only my sister, Lauren, and I… we didn't just see it. We lived it.

It was the hand. Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it. A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book. Holy shit, I was Sauron! Part 1 of Mairon's Multiverse of Mysteries

It started with a question from a slightly nosy Hobbit. "What does your name mean?" I could feel their eyes on me, judging me, wondering if I'll indulge him. I caught the haughty grey stare that had been dogging my footsteps since taking that first step out of Rivendell. I tilted my chin up at him, a clear challenge. "One who treads on the sea." Slow-burn Tenth-Walker