"The Lord of Lorien looked at his wife - her thoughts were hidden behind her smooth, shimmering face. For once he could not guess what she was thinking. 'Galadriel - you have foreseen the brothers' death should they return to Mirkwood. But you know as well as I do that keeping them here might only extend their lifespan for perhaps a few hundreds of years, if at all. Dark times are coming, you can feel it. The chances are they will never see the Undying Lands in the West.' - The Lady of the Golden Wood looked right through him. 'One must never give up hope.'" When Haldir of Mirkwood and his brothers Rumil and Orophin are sent to deliver a message to Lothlórien, he expected to return within a mere couple of weeks' time. Yet the plans of the Lady are different and before he can turn around he is trapped in a forest completely different to the one he has grown up in. Adding to his confusion is the young elf Daera (pronounced: DaEra) who is clearly interested in Haldir yet she still has to fight her own demons. And her time to pick sides is running out... This story is set before and during the actions of The Hobbit and The War of the Rings. I might publish this story in GERMAN as well, so German readers, keep you eyes peeled!

Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

Valadhiel is not only the daughter of dragons, but she is also part elf, and she is capable of skin-changing, despite the fact that both of her parents were dragons. The redhead has had a rough past, but she chooses to be as joyful as she can manage. Sometimes she cannot help the depressed and lonely feelings she gets, but she is often rather cheerful- despite having a temper- and she chooses to keep herself busy by helping others, as well as serving those who cannot fight for themselves. One day, Gandalf finds her in the Barrow-Downs, working on a quest she accepted from one of the women in the town of Bree. He asks her to join Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, on a mission to reclaim the the Lonely Mountain from the dragon, Smaug. After thinking on it, she agrees to go along with him, despite the fact she desperately doesn't want the dwarves to find out who she really is. After all, would any dwarf ever accept a dragon? Join Valadhiel on this journey through Middle-Earth as she begins to make unexpected friendships, meets an unknown relative, and becomes part of an unlikely relationship. Daughter Of Dragons: A Hobbit Fanfiction is Book 1 in the Daughter Of Dragons Middle-Earth Fanfiction series.

She was a member of a dying race, one of the few Dunedain still roaming the north. After she was orphaned at a young age, Melody was raised by the elves of the Woodland Realm. She spent a majority of her life in the Greenwood, but yearns for the adventure she once knew as a ranger's child. On her 56th birthday Melody leaves her adoptive family to set out on the greatest adventure of her life. She spends several years traveling through Middle Earth, visiting the places she always wanted to see. And after some convincing from a trusted wizard, Melody goes to the one place her Adar always warned her against.

Where Lord Elrond's firstborn was the evening star, his second born was the morning star. Blessed with the ability to call on the light of the dawn, Allora is a paragon of hope as she sheds light on a growing darkness. And as the tenth member of the Fellowship of the Ring, she journeys with them to destroy the One Ring for good and rid the lands of Middle-Earth of the darkness and evil of Sauron, the very being her father fought over 3000 years prior. Where he fought at the start of the battle, his daughter will fight for the end. But through all this fighting and all this darkness and light; through being the ray of hope for everyone else, Allora finds a ray of hope for herself. A ray of hope that takes form in her Elvish companion, Legolas. Facing darkness from the likes of which she's never seen and feelings from the likes of which she's never felt, it's safe to say that this battle is going to be harder than any that Allora has ever fought before in her long life. Wish her luck because she will surely need it. (The fellowship of the ring - the return of the king) (Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Allora and any original scenes and dialogue I have written) (A/N: The description could be better but it's a decent story, I promise. Hope you enjoy it and please, don't plagiarise it.)

Anariel (Ahn-na-re-el) is the youngest daughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Like her mother she posses great power, but unlike most elves she seeks adventure and wants for danger. It burns away at her like an unquenchable thirst, forever filling her mind every moment of her immortal life. One day an old friend by the name of Mithrandir, or more commonly known as Gandalf, approaches her and asks her to repay a great debt that she owes him knowing full well she would only be too eager to take on the highly dangerous and suicidal mission that he would set her. With her unlikely companions she takes on challenges great and small staying with them through thick and thin to the very end... An end where she would face the greatest challenge of her life. A challenge she had only witnessed others suffer through with eyes that never truly understood - loss, sorrow and grief. Her thirst for danger forever remained however, now as an escape than a curiosity. For 6 decades she would suffer through it in silence until her final test in life is revealed. A test that may just finally quench that thirst and dowse the heartache.

The Mistress and the King have left their kingdom to help the Dwarves reclaim their own. Secrets have yet to be revealed and with danger right around the corner or more than likely over the next hill, what will it take for the whole truth to be brought into the light? Can and will the Dwarves trust them? And the Elves? What will they think? Book 2 of The Northerners