Battles are ugly affairs, and warriors do not survive unscathed. In the aftermath of the Battle of Helm's Deep, Legolas cares for his weary and beloved comrade. Unrequited Legolas/Aragorn.

Elanor sits down to make a copy of the Red Book.

With the Shadow rising Boromir and Faramir lead an attack on an enemy but find all is not as it seems. When Eowyn, new Queen of a plague ravaged land, becomes emeshed in the growing mystery, she and Eomer and Faramir must work to find the truth. Caught in a web of deceit, their love and loyalty are tested. Whom can they trust? And who, or what, is working to bring them down?

It may be concealed for centuries, but eventually truth must out - no matter how much damage it does along the way.

O futuro em Valinor prometia a paz, mas ela não veio e Legolas não sabia o porquê. Uma revelação finalmente surgiu. Ele tinha que voltar a Terra Media uma vez mais.

Aragorn wanted to reach down and wake him. To touch his shoulder or his face and see those eyes open again, sharp and clear and ever ready for battle. But Boromir would not wake; not then, nor ever again, except perhaps in some distant, unearthly realm where his ancestors waited for him on thrones of white stone, and where he might take his seat beside them far too soon.

When Ana winds up in a barren wasteland, she meets and begins falling for someone she didn't expect in about a thousand years. I'm a lot better at writing than summaries, I promise.

She never had a problem knowing who she was, because she got what she wanted. The chance to choose her own path. Now with the One Ring found, she's forced to help an old friend destroy it. Even if it means losing her life. Rated T for Language, LegolasxOC

Eowyn's first drink... or Eomer thought so.

In which Aragorn is struck with a bestial desire for Legolas. [aralas] Three-shot.

Frente al reino de Thranduil aparece Naí, una criatura extraña de memoria perdida. Thranduil queda cautivado por su misterio, dándole posada en su ciudad a pesar de las advertencias de su consejero principal. ¿Será una decisión sabia? Una lectura para acompañar con una copa de vino o una taza de café. Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir y un ejército de OCs.

Haldir finds himself building a Galadhrim cavalry alongside the daughter of an eminent Rivdendell horse breeder in the decades leading up to the War of the Ring. She is bound to her horses and her freedom, and he is pledged to his duty in Lórien. Their ending is all but written in the stars. HaldirOC, featuring Legolas.

Deux petites personnes sur une barque, dans le clair soleil de la Terre du Milieu. Mais quel est ce jour si particulier ?

L'histoire de fantasy la plus culte de tous les temps mais où Sam n'est pas Samsagace mais Samelia (le e se prononce é) (reprise de mon ancien compte Eris0 actuellement perdu)

Réponse à un défi. Sam essaie de faire comprendre à Aragorn pourquoi Merry et Pippin agissent de cette façon au cours de leur voyage vers Fondcombe. Après tout, c'est toujours le bon moment de militer pour sept bons repas par jour.

Movieverse-ish, after the 2001 film. A piece of nothing about why Hobbit doors are round. I don't own these characters and I can't even draw a good circle.

Dear Eru,we have not only lost the prince,we have lost the naked prince. The king will be furious.

"And it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it." - Unfinished Tales; "The History of Galadriel and Celeborn". One sunny afternoon in the garden, Elrond finally says something.

Thranduil is a sloppy drunk; Oropher admires his family and waxes philosophical. The Queen is done with them both.

Il y a Celebrían, trop gentille pour être honnête. Il y a Thranduil, affreusement égoïste et capricieux. Il y a Elros, charismatique, inventif et casse-cou. Il y a Elrond, aussi ennuyeux qu'agaçant. Il y a également Gil-Galad, qui songe sérieusement à envoyer tout ce petit monde en colis recommandé à Morgoth. ...Et il y a Erestor, qui tente de survivre dans ce joyeux bazar.

First of all, let me just say my life was never as confusing as it is now. Difficult and irritating? Yes, but confusing not so much. (Oh look another 'oc falls into LotR universe' story! How original and completely unique I am! Look, it's a Legolas/OC story too! Wow I'm so different from every other person on here, how can I get better you ask? By making things... Interesting.) -TL

Saerinil Ithiliel is living a dull life in Seattle when Gandalf the Grey summons her to Middle Earth. As she joins the Fellowship, she starts to wonder about her true identity, especially when she discovers her own hidden magical power, all while struggling over feelings for a certain handsome Elf. Better than it looks! My first fic so be gentle ;);)

Basically you join the fellowship. Story is better than the summary.

The year is 2983 of the Third Age. Shadow awakens in Mordor in the East. Orcs of Gundabad and Misty Mountains answer to Dark Lord's call. Dúnedain of Arnor, kingdom destroyed long ago, are now in grave danger, for minions of Sauron invade their lands.

When Eru made elves he made them with astoundingly strong emotions. Emotions so strong, in fact, that they can die from a broken heart. Or a hopeless one. Waiting for the one you love to return from the black gates is about as hopeless as it gets. It's a good thing Mandos is an old softy on the inside, especially for tragic love stories. (Beren and Luthien, anyone?