Caledra is a low class Silvan elf who dreams of doing something grander than her current job as dockmaster, running cargo to and from ships all day. She dreams of adventure and danger, of romance and the luxury she had never been permitted. However, when she sneaks into a party she was never intended to be at, she finds all those wishes of her's just around the rivers bend. Forced to serve as the Elvenking's personal servant, she finds her will tested at almost every encounter. Pain, humiliation, pleasure, whatever it takes to create an obedient servant. Will she be able to thaw the King's cold heart? Behind all of this, there is evil stirring in Middle-Earth, royal affairs and high class gossip, and a company of dwarves makes it's way across the land. Is Caledra cut out for the life she always dreamed of having? (DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS BESIDES CALEDRA IN THIS STORY)

Thranduil's face loomed closer as he leaned down. Their eyes were locked, and Alina saw his darken almost imperceptibly with unknown emotions. Noses brushing again, her eyes closed and she instinctively tilted her head up to him. His cool breath fanned her face, and her heart quickened. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, my dear." Startled, Alina's eyes flew open, only to see Thranduil, a smirk on his face and the baskets in his hands. His eyes gleamed with laughter as he turned to walk away, leaving Alina with a burning face and a racing pulse. Alina is a normal college student on her first study abroad course when something goes horribly wrong. She finds herself immersed in the world of elves and drawn to their cold-hearted leader. Is his heart to cold for her to melt or is there hope?

When Mereniver Hador, a girl in her late teens, is discovered to be a memaid, she has to run. She flees into the forest in hopes that she will never be found but of course that is not the case. The Company of Thorin Oakensheild does not know what to make of her. They want her to come along but their leader doesn't want anything to do with her but she has no choice. She can go back to her old life and be sold to the highest bidder, or she can follow the dwarves, where her fate is uncertain. Which will she choose? And when she does, what will become of her? Please give my story a chance, it will take a few chapter before it gets going, I am open to feedback. This fanfiction will be updated every other Saturday unless I die or something catastophic happens to me

"The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that." Fairies are one of the oldest race of beings in Arda -once they called Numenór home- but Arethusa watched as the sea claimed the island from the helm of a ship as the survivors fled to Middle Earth. She has wandered for several lifetimes and has seen nearly all there is. Long had she set aside her bow and sward for, in truth, a healer's hands see more blood than a warrior's. Over the years, she had grown to love the ways of hobbits and there is no hobbit she adores more than Bilbo Baggins. When her visit is interrupted by a band of uncouth dwarves and her dear friend goes running out his door on an adventure what can she do but follow? A Thorin Oakenshield Story [Highest Rankings] #1 in The Hobbit #1 in Thorin #1 in Thorin Oakenshield #1 in Richard Armitage

[discontinued] For as long as she could remember, Calathiel's life had been miserable, and full of pain. Not knowing where she came from, she was fed lies from her human master, Denethor II, growing up in fear. After years of torment and abuse, the young elf manages to escape the vile grasp of Denethor, finding herself in the hands of some hobbits. With the help of Granny June, an old Hobbit, Calathiel feels loved, and begins to learn how to love. When all of that is taken from her in one night, she's back on square one. It is with the help of an unlikely being; an elf king of the Woodland Realm, that she feels, and learns the greatest love of all.

King Thranduil has everything at his feet. His son, Legolas, a kingdom and a crown with all of its treasures, but what he doesn't have is a companion to share his life with. When Laer steps into his kingdom he finds himself curious about her, what makes her smile, what makes her tick, and most of all, what does this average elf think of the king of Mirkwood? I do not own any of the characters besides Laer and Rovain, everything else goes happily to Tolkien. ** Extremely Slow Updates ** Due to complaints I feel the need to write this... it clearly says slow updates above. It doesn't say completed in the details either. This is an unfinished story. There are slow updates. I have an extremely busy schedule with my full time job, my full time in college and the work load I receive from college and I go through extremely rough patches with my depression to where I do nothing. I have no time to write and in the time that I do, I don't want to force myself to write a chapter because it won't come out as nicely as I'd want it. I understand the frustration of not being able to read a finished story because that frustrates me too, but please be courteous enough to ask why I don't update or be even nice about it. I worry about enough and having readers be angry with me, really upsets me and doesn't really push me to write. If anything, it makes me want to just delete this story all together because I don't know when this will be finished or if it ever will be. Some of you have been extremely supportive for my situation, so thank you for that... again, slow updates and I don't know when this will be finished.

Who is to say you are worthless if you are not perfect? A human girl struggles to find her value in Mirkwood due to the absence of her biological parents and the hidden scrutiny from Thranduil, the Elvin king who wants nothing to do with raising her.

Tauriel had been raised in Mirkwood by her mother surrounded with the past. The prince of Mirkwood a dear friend of Tauriel grows fond of her. But as the Prince of Mirkwood these kind of feelings towards a lowly Silvan elf will surley be seen as a disgrace. With duty before feelings how will Tauriel and Legolas cope through the dark times that come. Will they run from eachothers love?

A simple, complicated, love-hate feud: that's what Thranduil and Idriel's relationship can be described as. They can't even look at each other without a scowl. That is, until Idriel's realm is in danger of disappearing and Thranduil is the only one who could possibly help her.

Leaving the North has given Arra the taste of adventure that she had always dreamed of, but she's beginning to find out that it all comes at a steep price. Arra fights to save everyone around her, but who can she trust?