Before Frodo's journey began, the shadows had already returned... Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor, has risen once more-his power spreading far beyond the black land and into the wild North. There, the Witch-King of Angmar stirs old terrors, unleashing a forgotten enemy upon the remnants of Númenor's proudest line. The Dúnedain, last of the kings of men, stand on the brink of extinction. And only one stands in the way. Gerithor, a nineteen-year-old ranger burdened with a legacy he barely understands, must rise to meet a threat older and darker than he's ever known. As war looms and allies falter, his choices will echo across the age-and shape the world to come. Set two decades before The Fellowship of the Ring, this untold chapter of Middle-earth weaves into the vast tapestry of the War of the Ring. Come now, and hear the tale of Gerithor, Lastborn of the Dúnedain... **No copyright infringement intended** CURRENTLY EDITING (Highest rank: #11 in Ranger)

In the heart of an endless winter, Alexandria Everlight, the last of the light elves, hides in the snowy woods of Narnia. Ten years have passed since the White Witch, Jadis, destroyed Elvia and eradicated Alexandria's people, leaving her as the sole survivor of her race. Now twenty years old, Alexandria lives in isolation, her existence shrouded in secrecy as she awaits the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. Unbeknownst to her, she is destined to serve as the protector of Narnia and the sons and daughters of Eve. With only her trusted steed, Nardin, by her side, Alexandria must navigate a world of danger and uncertainty, holding on to the hope that one day, Narnia will be free from the Witch's cruel grasp. As the prophecy begins to unfold, Alexandria must find the strength to embrace her destiny and become the beacon of hope in a land consumed by darkness.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐂 ❝𝑇𝐴𝑀𝑃𝐸𝑅 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐸 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑆 𝐶𝐴𝑆𝐶𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁.❞ The Narnian world knew of many tales. A world drenched in the deepest forms of magic that brought life in the richest of varieties. A world hidden from earth and accessed only by those who the world called out to. A world connected to earth through passages between the two worlds. It was said that there had been people from earth to have entered Narnia, however, what was lesser known was that Narnians had found a passage too. In the earliest days of Narnia's existence, a few ancestors of the Narnian witches and wizards had stumbled through a passage to earth and never returned to their own world again. With them, they'd brought their sorcery, connecting the two world's magical energies and spreading its wings until earth too was a source of bountiful magic. Transporting from one world to the other was more dangerous than one might've thought. As the two worlds grew and aged, they diverged further from each other. Not only did one travel between worlds, one travelled through time as time did not align in the two worlds. As beautiful as magic could be, it was also dangerous and powerful. And with everything that could bring power, came someone who could never have enough of it. Conquering a world were the ambitions of some, but others were set to conquer time and change history. . . ❁» 𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. ❁» 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. ❁» 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍. ©𝘴𝘵𝘹𝘳-𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘥𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯2024

When a broken girl has lost everything, she is thrown into a whole new world and she has no idea what to do now. Will the past come back to haunt her? Or better yet, will it help her navigate and grow in her new life?

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: A Peter Pevensie ~ Narnia Fanfic :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ This story takes place after the Golden Age (the reign of the Pevensie children), and is set at the beginning of the dark ages, but before Prince Caspian. Instead of all four siblings, only Peter is brought back to Narnia. His purpose is unknown to him, as he finds himself in a very different corner of Narnia... Asta Maberly, is the daughter of Lord Maberly and the Star of Peace. They have always resided in Archenland ever since they entered the land of Narnia. For a few blissful years, the family lived peaceful outside of the kingdom of Anvard. Until one day, a fatal illness changed everything... With the death of her mother leaving the family in shambles. The infamous Lady Gryda has stolen her father's heart, and Asta is now a foreigner to her own family and home. As her 21st birthday approaches, Asta is faced with some difficult decisions that could affect the very fate of Narnia. Time is ticking, she must find the way of the stars before Gryda.

Een verloren ring. Een droom die te echt voelt. En een vrouw die op het punt staat zichzelf kwijt te raken... of juist terug te vinden. Moira is 24 en mentaal op. Haar leven is een puinhoop, haar hoofd een warboel. Tijdens haar ziekteverlof probeert ze zich vast te klampen aan iets. Rust, herstel, misschien gewoon de hei vlakbij haar huis. Maar dan beginnen de dromen. Vreemd. Herhalend. Te echt om zomaar af te doen als onzin. En terwijl de grens tussen realiteit en iets... anders begint te vervagen, duiken er vragen op waar geen Google-resultaat een antwoord op heeft. Waarom voelt de lucht soms zwaarder? Waarom blijft ze denken aan dat ene figuur in haar droom? En waarom, ineens, na al die tijd, vindt ze dingen terug op een plek waar deze onmogelijk konden liggen? Als de wereld begint te schuiven, moet Moira ontdekken wat er met haar gebeurt. Of misschien: wanneer. Voor lezers die houden van: ~ Mysterie en humor met een historische twist ~ Vage figuren in hoeden, ringen die niet luisteren naar natuurwetten en katten met diva-energie ~ Tijdslagen, heksenverdenkingen, én een boom genaamd Jeroen.

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 - adj. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. ❝ rise and rise again until lambs become lions. ❞ Her destiny had been written in the very laws of the magic she was so deeply connected to. The golden string of fate tied her to the High King of Narnia. And in the depths of the coldest winter, Ashara found the warmest summer in ocean blue eyes... ( the watcher chronicles book i ) ( the chronicles of narnia fanfiction ) ( a peter pevensie story )

"Hold on, we're building new foundations on whatever's left when we reject the nation of hate." ✦•······························•✦•······························•✦ Wherever the Phoinixian army marches, they leave a trail of ash behind. Over the past 116 years, two nations have fallen to their fire and now, it is only a matter of time before two more go up in flames as well. When Siraj hears how his commanding officers are planning to turn the tides, he decides he has a better shot trying to assassinate the Phoinixian centurion himself. But he's not the only one attempting to change the fate of the world... A traitor aiming for the crown A deserter shrouding himself in illusions A pirate who's ship is said to be made out of stormclouds A spy willing to play any role that benefits her A commander with a thawing heart The die is cast once their paths cross, and the Battle of the Lake of Mirrors is drawing closer. This is the story of deceit and sacrifice, of the betrayal and bravery that led to the conclusion of one of the greatest battles in history. This is the story of the Lightfall Massacre, this is the Ballad of Falling Light. ✦•······························•✦•······························•✦ OPEN [ ] CLOSED [ X ] ✦•······························•✦•······························•✦ This high-fantasy applyfic was inspired by the contest that also formed the basis for "A Song of Purple Summer". It is set in the same universe, but you don't need to have read that to understand this story. I would like to thank the host and the other contestants though, specifically my dearest @XxCassianexX , who created Nerinea and, for the most part, Phaos, and @IrenesUsername , who created Sc