𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 ❛ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥... ❜ When the One Ring is found in the hands of a halfling, Arina Haerelneth, the daughter of Aragorn and Arwen, sees history repeating itself. She knows that the Third Age of Arda is coming to its end. Her past she only revealed to few - neither father nor mother amongst them. As she joins the fellowship and gets closer to Legolas, he eventually discovers who she truly is, had been. Struggling to defeat Mairon, a fallen Maia, the memories and ghosts of her past finally catch up with her. Join her in her journeys in Moria, Rohan, Gondor, Mordor and back again. Feel her joy, and her pain. It is a story of friendship and love and family, haunting memories, losses and battles and sacrifices. Go...with the Tenth Walker.

After the fall of Doriath, Líreth and her twin brother, Nanor survived and now wander around Middle Earth. What happens when she meets a dwarf king who is in exile? Líreth isn't like her brother when it comes to dwarves, after her father's death she saw all dwarves to be greedy and liars. Líreth and Thorin will clash with one another upon meeting each other. However will their hatred grow into something else? Rating: Pg-13 (Takes place during before the Hobbit, during the Hobbit & after the Hobbit)

#1 in lotrfanfiction- May 26, 2020. #3 in legolasgreenleaf- July 24, 2020. Marish Laudbrim was well known throughout Middle Earth as a warrior many admired and feared. She encountered many creatures and survived numerous battles, but the arrival of a small hobbit sent her on an unexpected adventure that changed her life. As she traveled and fought beside the Fellowship, her relationships with them grew and strengthened beyond what she ever believed. Many thought Marish incapable of maintaining friendships or finding love, but the Fellowship proved these to be false. (This book is completed, but edits and additions may be made in the future) Completed: June 23, 2016

Sarah can trust no one. Her secret about who she is, is vital she keeps it to herself. As the fellowship of the ring continues she realises what is happening to her. The lone ranger is falling in love. But is confused between her like-wise brother Aragorn or legolas greenleaf...

She was the age of 32 in human years when the orcs invaded. It was the middle of the night, they came out of nowhere, killing all in their path. Their men got ready, they won but lost many. Including their King. She would never forget that night when it all happened. Her mother died of a broken heart as she tried to hang on for her but wasn't able to. She would kill every orc that would cross her path or her kingdom. No mercy. She forgave her father the day he died. She forbid the whole kingdom to talk about her parents or that day. That day when her parents died and the day she became the queen. She is Queen Miriel Estelmist of Menel, the High Heavens and she is and will be forever alone. Will anyone change her? Or will they break her? This is my first Thranduil Fanfic, I have never written a romance fanfic or story before so I want to try it. This will have slow updates because I am still trying to figure out how this story goes. I do not own any characters but my own.

Ithilae is never alone. Her ancestor, an elf known by many is haunting her with his presence, always by her side because of the guilt he carries for not being able to stop the world from being pulled into darkness. This elleth is bound to the One Ring by past and future and once it surfaces again after many years, she has had enough; she sets herself up to be apart of its destruction. She longs for the freedom it will give her. But how is she going to reach her goal with all the hurtles thrown in her path? And how will this not very social elleth cope with others trying to get close to her when she is so used to pushing everyone away? Tenth walker. Some influence from Shador of Mordor #3 in Aragorn.... How??? I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters. If you're interested, please check out my other story as well.

Arandur is the youngest daughter to Galadriel and Celeborn of Lothlórien. She has never been out on an adventure and desperately wants to. When she is given the rare chance to choose her own fate and follow Gandalf on a quest she jumps at the opurtunity. Little known to her she'll meet her true one and have to choose between betraying a friend or saving the one she loves. I do not own the rights to any Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit character, only Arandur and her background.

The Mirkwood king had lost his queen. His queen had lost her memories. He had now made it his duty to restore her memories. Though you do not know how to feel about this all of a sudden new love interest. Or love interests? (will have smut)

Once one of the Valar, Zevitha Zenith feels it to be her duty to protect the ring barer even if that means distracting all nine of the nazgul or going on a crazy quest. Completed and in editing.

He was still watching me. Not openly, but with the kind of attention that felt like touch. I could almost feel it tracing the space where the morning light met my skin. "Try not to look so lost," he said. "Rivendell has a way of seeing through pretense." My brows lifted. "Is this you trying to be civil, or is this just how you talk to everyone you meet?" His mouth curved - not quite a smile, but close enough to make it worse. "You think this is me trying?" "Well," I said, tilting my head, "if it is, you might want to try harder." That earned me a flicker in his expression - surprise, quickly masked by amusement. The kind that said you shouldn't have said that, but I'm glad you did. "You mistake me, Lady Moriel," he said at last, eyes glinting like silver drawn thin. "I try when it's worth the effort." The words hit like the brush of a blade - polished, but meant to cut. Heat crawled up my neck before I could stop it, burning through the fragile calm I'd been clinging to. Embarrassment, irritation - I wasn't sure which came first. My heart stuttered, traitorous, and I told myself it was anger. The air between us tightened, humming like a bowstring drawn too far. My breath caught, and I hated that he noticed. His gaze flicked to the pulse at my throat, then away, as if he hadn't. He stepped past me, close enough that I caught the faint scent of rain and steel - clean, sharp, impossible to ignore. The space between us narrowed until even the air seemed to hold its breath. "With that being said," he murmured, voice low, steady, dangerous in its calm, "learn quickly. Keep pace, or you'll find yourself underneath me." His words lingered like smoke - quiet, deliberate, and far too close. Silver eyes met mine, unflinching. "And understand this," he added softly. "If I pull you under, I won't be gentle." For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Only the heat of his words remained, sinking into me like a brand. *Uploads every Friday/Sunday*