"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ." ... "You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it." Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment. All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.

The events leading to Fëanor's exile from Tirion, as seen from Finwë's perspective as the High King of the Noldor. For the Tales of Area Marred Contest

The Dunedain march into Rhovanion. The wood-elves offer their swords. Somewhere in between, a a ranger remembers that there are more ways than one to rekindle hope.

"Without love, immortality is a punishment. With it, a life drowning in pain." "Well then what are we if we do not suffer for that immortal love?" Arathiel. Sister to Elrond and elf of Rivendell. Daughter of Half-Elven parents, Arathiel has been battling her mortal and immortal nature for her entire life. She has walked Middle-Earth for centuries. From before the creation of Mordor and the rise of Sauron to the day that The Ring resurfaced for the final time. Arathiel watched it happen. She watched as The Ring was forged and she swore an Oath to destroy it. Now, after years of being lost in time, The Ring has been found and the Fellowship to cast it to fires of it's origin has been tasked. Her one and true purpose on Middle-Earth has shown itself. She can finally finish what it was she set out to do, but nothing is as easy as that. Arathiel knows this more than most. She has never loved in her life. No love more than that she felt for her brother or own kind. That familial love that didn't fade. She feared to fall so deeply for someone. She had seen heartbreak and she had seen loss, and yet, perhaps love isn't what she fears, but rather who it is her heart softens for. Who, in her thousands of years, breaks that wall of ice. FaramirxOC (Books 1-3)

LORD of the RINGS, the HOBBIT, the SILMARILLION REQUESTS: PERMANENTLY CLOSED FOR THIS FANDOM DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CERTAIN CHARACTERS, PLOTS, SETTINGS, ETC. HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in TOLKIEN as of 11 JULY 2018 LAST UPDATED: 25 january 2021

[rewritten] 𝗺𝐢𝐳𝐩𝐚𝐡. (n.) the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death. ❝ our hands are stained with the blood of kings and monsters, but i will love you until the stars fall from the sky and we forget the ones who died too young. ❞ in which two childhood best friends fall in love during the bloodiest war of their age. fanfiction lord of the rings faramir x reader completed jan. 2020 REWRITTEN VERSION

' 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.