Anne was just a girl with one minor magical ability, who went on one adventure too many. Now she is a newly appointed queen and she hates her new life. When she accidentally falls into a portal and wakes up in Middle Earth, there is no end to her joy... until Orcs come. She is rescued by Thorin and his companions and decides to travel with them, thinking it might be fun. But when they venture into Mirkwood, everything changes, and nothing will ever be the same again for both Anne and Thranduil.

Cold as stone, emotionless, shallow and arrogant - but no one knows the story behind the smirk. ~ A beautifully tragic love story between the Elven prince Thranduil and the village elleth Ellysia Rose. ~ Based on the hobbit trilogy, directed by Peter Jackson. //Currently being edited and added too, keeping the storyline the same// {Completed}

Charlotte Wright is living in the modern world when a stranger mysteriously appears on her lawn. Rated M to be on the safe side.

This story contains mature content/sexual scenes due to the nature of the plot. ----- It had been many years since the King had thought about taking another to his bed. He suffered many long, lonely nights without his beloved Queen until, after his son leaves him, he cannot handle the silence and he finds himself seeking something in the arms of another. When Eirien finds herself summoned to the King's chambers out of the blue, she is more than a little confused, but finds herself more than happy to serve her King despite the cost to herself. The biggest rule the King has for this arrangement is to not fall in love with him and it seems such an easy thing to just agree. The Queen may be dead and gone but they are still married and he will always love her, always be bound to her and Eirien knows this... but the more time she spends in his company, the more she gets to actually know him, the more she begins to realise that she has already fallen too deep. As time continues to pass and Mirkwood continues to darken, the threat of Mordor creeping ever closer, Eirien finds herself at a complete loss. If she confesses, she will lose him for good, but if she keeps quiet, she will only further torment her already broken heart.

After her brother exposes the once secret kingdom of Edhellond, Princess Alphen must journey to Mirkwood to face the Elven King. In return for her power over the sea, Thranduil promised to retrieve her mother's stolen jewels from The Lonely Mountain. However, Thranduil has other interests in mind. He intends to use her power to strengthen his own kingdom. Unaware of his plan, Alphen slowly falls in love. Her loyalty is divided. Will she choose her brother and home or her new love?

The Elvenking is like a very strong, old tree, deeply rooted in the kingdom he pledged himself to protect. He also pledged himself to protect his heart from love, out of fear that it might weaken him, but that proved to be disastrous. Love... what daunting word rubbed in his face by that fearless redhead elleth during the battle in Dale. Is there any love left in him? Follows what happens with Thranduil and Tauriel after BOTFA, during the War of the Ring and further into the 4th Age. Mainly from Thranduil's POV and including canon events that are only briefly mentioned in the books. I try to respect the lore as much as I can. Apart from the romance, I wanted to explore Thranduil's character based on what we know about his life. Feedback and comments are much appreciated :) "His words were unforgiving again, hiding under the same cold tone he had for centuries, yet he could not believe them himself anymore. Tauriel was looking at him, her gaze seemingly piercing through his soul. His dream to restore Mirkwood to Greenwood and his thoughts of avenging his beloved wife were contradicting everything he said. He did not want to care yet every fibre of his being cared too much." "There was something else that Thranduil noticed in Celeborn's eyes: a combination of respect and admiration. 'You are strong, Thranduil. You are like one of the old Mirkwood trees, deeply rooted in the earth, that the centuries cannot wither. I always thought that, no matter what evil lies upon Arda, you will endure.' " #thranduil #drama #angst #romance #hot!thranduil #war #magic #feasts #lore

Jane has always heard stories about giant monsters residing at the top of the Mount Moorhead. Any woman who dares trespass would disappear, becoming captive to the villainous creatures and never to be seen again. But instead of fear, Jane has always harbored fantasies of encountering a monster at the top of the mountain... So one day, she puts on her hiking shoes and treks her way up, only to lose her way a few hours in. After she panics and passes out, regretting her crazy idea to venture out of her comfort zone, she wakes up to find herself chained to a bed in a cavernous room, an odd sensation between her legs... and a giant monster from her fantasy tales with enormous arms, a tail, and two horns. Maybe fantasy and reality are not quite the same. Or maybe they are...

Alexander smiled at her. "You are quite likeable, Emmeline, and I think we might one day be dear friends, but I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you." Emmeline laughed. "I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you, either." --- Lady Emmeline Lockhart - daughter of a duke and sister of an earl, but twenty and three and very much unmarried. She finally finds a suitor in a dashing naval officer, but what will transpire when she finds herself forced into a union with the country's brash king-to-be? --- TOP RANK: #172 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 11 OCT 2016 #157 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 13 FEBRUARY 2017 #144 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 5 DECEMBER 2017 #120 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 6 DECEMBER 2017 #73 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 1 JANUARY 2018 not quite a love story, but a story about love || historical *fiction* with no particular time period || UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY, WITH AS MUCH CONSTANCY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Seventeen-year-old Brielle Thompson never really had a normal life. She started hearing voices in her head and other people's thoughts when she was thirteen, and her neglectful parents thought she was insane. Being forced to take medications that silenced the voices, she was rendered weak and useless, and indefinitely- alone. After one blurry year filled with psychiatrists and medications, Brielle couldn't live that way anymore. She learned to pretend not to hear the voices and after a while, they faded away. Until three years later. Brielle was sent to an all girls boarding school for troubled teenagers. Throwing her into a world of discipline and harsh punishments, she struggled to fit in to a place she didn't belong. After spending two years there she just mixed in with everyone else, she was just another face in a crowd of students that didn't want to be there. Her life was turning back to normal, until she is visited by an Incubus in her dreams-or so she thought. Being thrown into the world of supernatural, Brielle is left with more questions than answers on how a dark and handsome stranger changed her life forever. She craved his lethal, forbidden love. • Incubus • A male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women. Complete.