(INDEFINITE HIATUS) As far as Morifinwë Carnistir was concerned, release was supposed to be impossible. That was what he'd been told, what he'd nearly taken for granted, since the moment he entered those dark Halls. His crimes, his oath, the elves he killed in his struggles, served as clear enough reason for that sentence. And Caranthir had done nothing to beg for pardon. Third Age now, they were saying. What did he care? And the war that raged outside, the work of a returning Sauron, wasn't important to dead souls. Apparently, the Valar had other ideas. This is the tale of the War of the Ring, and how it all deteriorated into chaos when an unplanned visitor swooped in against all odds, changing history as it was written, and perhaps causing a bit too much drama for these newer, higher times. (This fic is currently on a forever hiatus, BUT you can find a sequel fic written by the amazing @HaltandCrowley13 ! Check out their page for the continuation!!!)

What if right before the fellowship set out a small group of elves enter Rivendell. They are bringing news that another evil is coming to middle-earth. An evil with power that has not been seen since the time of Morgoth. Yet, they also tell them that they are not alone in this fight. - A Silmarillion/Lord of the rings fanfiction - -I do not own the Silmarillion or Lord of the Rings. I only own part of the plot and some characters that may come up-

1942, German occupied France. After an aiding a Résistance attack on a Nazi supply train, Delphine Rousseau finds a strange pair of children in the winter wood. The twin boys speak no French and do not understand the world they find themselves in. Delphine becomes their surrogate mother and defends them when their worlds collide, ushering in a figure of the boys' nightmares, a flame haired giant with one hand.

Arasseth has always been part of Thranduils life. She was always by his side as a friend and part of the royal court in her fathers and brothers place. From a young child to an adult she visited his palace on duty and for fun. Everything changed when Thranduil's queen betrayed her kingdom and died, leaving the young legolas behind. Arasseth must overcome many things, what will she do? Will love win? Not every story has a happy forever after.

#1 in Tolkien, #1 in Silmarillion, #1 in Lord of the Rings, #1 in Elrohir, #1 in Dunedain First in LotR series, Fëanoriel Chronicles. Written in 2012. Awaiting rewrite. *** Miril has been raised by Halbarad of the dúnedain after her forebearers came from Arnor, and before that Numenor, and even before that from Beleriand. She and her family are destined for things she doesn't quite comprehend yet. Though a seasoned ranger already, having faced the trials of the North for nearly 40 years, things hardly get easier with age. But before she can step into her own story, she journeys with her best friends, the twin sons of Elrond, running errands leading up to the War of the Ring. Her love of battle and craving for revenge for a death in her past leads to a discovery coming to light that some thought should've been kept hidden. They also might point to the truth of her parentage. When she starts having strange dreams about a swan ship, an oathbreaker, and a shining jewel, things just get crazier. Elrohir/OC *** Internal timeline will stretch from beginning of Lord of the Rings into the Fourth Age post War of the Ring with flashbacks. Needs a rewrite and general editing since it's 6+ years old, but I still like the premise and it spawned many sequels so... Please bear that in mind. *** FOR LORE: -BOOK CANON, not movies -Some liberties taken with the Ban of the Valar. -Technically this is Ninth Walker, not Tenth Walker (a more canon compliant version).

"If her race was so powerful how come they're all gone?" Boromir questioned as he pointed at young girl. Elrond went to defend the her, but she cut him off by stabbing her knife into the wooden table that was beside her. "My parents wanted peace. They refused to fight, even when they broke down our walls, they refused to shed blood, and my people followed. They surrendered, and they were slaughtered." "So how would a pacifist help us on this journey to destroy evil? Especially when she sits beside the enemy!" Gimli pointed out. "I said my parents wanted to peace. As Boromir pointed out so kindly, all my people are gone. I'm the only one left of them, and I want to see their killers' heads on spikes. And Dur is not your enemy. He saved me, he killed hundreds of his own kind to get me to safety. I trust him, that's why I stand beside him." "Why would an orc help a child?" Aragorn finally asked, and Durmragha looked down at his little companion and she nodded. "Little Lady people surrender, and my people killed. No honor. Little Lady fought. Little lady killed to defend, Little Lady fought with honor. Defend honor, kill the honorless."

' the moments might be gone, but i'm here to stay.' unknown occurings that happened during eärendil's children hostage under the sons of fëanor, maedhros and maglor. ❪ the third kinslaying - war of wrath ❫ ❪ oc x oc ❫ ❪ book i on silver series ❫ ❪ @-kymopoleiia | 2021 ❫ disclaimer i do not own middle-earth and any of the characters except my own.

Eledhwen is an elf of the house of Ingwë. She is the only one of her kin eager to leave Valinor. But what happens when she meets an elf willing to listen, maybe even willing to love..... Thanks to Cherryblossomsky for the idea of a fearod. Also, all characters except Eledhwen and Eryncoivië are Tolkien's.

Maedhros gave into the darkness that clouded his mind during his time in Angband. He gave into the voice in the back of his head. He then became Vórimarac, an assassin who works for hire. Anyone who pays him enough he'll work for. Vórimarac broke the foolish oath that held Maedhros. ~ I do not own the Silmarillion I just own some characters and part of the plot.

Tormented by the memories of the past, the King of Mirkwood have turned his heart into icy cold stone. The memories he have when he lost everyone dear to him, his father, his wife, and lastly his CHILDHOOD FRIEND. Whom he didn't saw for thousands of years, that was taken by the evil that is attempting to weaken their kingdom, he agonized the memories, the happy and sad ones. But what if that childhood friend of him have been protecting, watching over him and have stayed always by his side along those thousand years? (Top Rank Attained: #3 in Thranduil Stories) DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien, except for certain original characters and plot added to create this fanfiction who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.