She was meant to heal the wounded - not stand among them - though she always dreamed of the battlefield. Mirawen of Gondor, daughter of the Steward, has lived her life bound by expectation, hiding both her warrior's heart and her deepest grief. But when a prophetic dream pulls her from Minas Tirith and onto the road to war, everything changes. Among warriors and unlikely heroes, she finds the family she never expected - and a fierce Rohirrim marshal who challenges the walls around her guarded heart. She swore she would never risk loving again... but some bonds refuse to be denied. As darkness rises and war demands everything, Mirawen must choose between safety and truth, fear and love - because in a world at war, opening your heart may be the bravest act of all. Slowburn Eomer x OC

La légende raconte qu'au premier âge de la Terre du Milieu existait un peuple caché quelque part entre l'ombre et la lumière: Les Dothrakis. Ce peuple était composé de diverses races et origines protégeant le plus précieux des trésors des Valars : une nymphe à la beauté renversante et aux pouvoirs immenses, nul ne savait à quoi elle ressemblait sous forme humaine. On raconte que l'on pouvait l'apercevoir sous la forme d'une biche dorée si elle jugeait la personne pure et innocente. Seulement après la bataille contre Sauron elle disparut ainsi que ses gardiens. Certains se mirent alors à dire qu'elle n'a jamais existé, d'autres qu'elle a été rappelé ou qu'elle est morte. Ce n'est que 1000 ans plus tard que l'apparition d'une jeune femme va tout bouleverser.... Magnifique cover réalisée par @UnionW_ et par @YumeHoshiyoo . ------- L'univers appartient à Tolkien, seul mes personnages m'appartiennent. ⚠️interdiction de plagier ---------

La fille du Seigneur Thranduil, Lysia, fuit le palais désireuse d'aventures et ne supportant plus l'influence, l'attitude et les humeurs de son père à son égard. Dans sa fuite elle va aider la compagnie de 13 nains détenu dans les cellules de Mirkwood et elle se retrouvera mêlée à leur quête. Cette aventure lui faisant découvrir un mode de vie différent, elle devra faire des choix qui auront de l'influence sur son avenir. Cette histoire n'est pas de moi, je l'ai trouvé sur Internet et je l'ai kiffé ++

She never asked to be a seer. She never asked to carry visions that tear pieces of her away each time she looks into the dark. But when Gandalf brings Maureen to Thorin Oakenshield, she finds herself bound to thirteen dwarves and one stubborn King who swears she is under his protection. From the gold-lit halls of Erebor to the shadowed forests of Mirkwood, Maureen walks a road filled with visions of blood, fire, and loss. Every glimpse into the future shows her the same unbearable truth: Thorin's death. Yet the closer she draws to him, the harder it becomes to let go. Thorin has weathered exile, fire, and battle-but nothing shakes him like the woman fate has placed in his path. She is fire and defiance, tenderness and steel, and though she insists her gift will one day destroy her, he refuses to surrender her to prophecy. Not to Azog, not to kings who would bargain for her, not even to the madness of his own gold-sickness. As kingdoms clash, armies gather, and dragon-fire burns, a bond forged between King and Seer may be the only thing strong enough to defy fate itself. But can love endure when prophecy demands sacrifice? A tale of destiny, devotion, and the fierce love that can turn the tide of war-Maureen and Thorin's story will break your heart and heal it, leaving you breathless until the last page.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 Rhaella Targaryen, delight of the House Targaryen, eldest granddaughter to a King. Moved with grace, spoke with confidence, yet most admired her for her beauty. One look at her silver locks, one quick glance into her violet eyes, and no lord of Westeros was safe. But she had eyes focused only on one man. And even if she wished one pair of eyes look at her in return, she found herself being watched by two. And one of them was intense, with no peace, no fear. That frighted her the most. ✧OC x Valarr Targaryen Written by xaellve, 2026

Arafinwë se tenait face à sa mère, abasourdie, peinant à assimiler ses explications. Il lui fallut de longues secondes pour enfin réagir. Non. Rien de tout cela ne pouvait être réel. Sa vie ne pouvait pas être basée sur un tel mensonge ! Comment sa mère avait pu lui cacher la vérité sur son existence, sur ses origines ? Sans un mot, elle initia un mouvement de recul. La plus âgée tenta de s'approcher de sa fille mais il était trop tard, Arafinwë, blessée, s'était enfuie hors du bureau du Seigneur Elrond. Elle voulait fuir ce lieu étranger, ce monde inconnu, fuir ces mensonges, retrouver sa vie normale ! **** L'univers et les personnages de cette histoire sont l'œuvre de J.R.R Tolkien. Seul le personnage d'Arafinwë m'appartient.

Naeressa Targaryen was born of dragon's blood. Pale hair. Soft violet eyes. A child who listens more than she speaks. The world around her shifts like embers in a dying hearth: kings, cousins, promises, and grief. All things burn in time. Yet Naeressa hears what others do not. The whisper of harp strings. The hush before a storm. The soft language of flame. Sometimes she looks into the fire. Sometimes the fire looks back. DAERON TARGARYEN X FEMALE!TARGARYEN!OC #16 in targaryen 4/19/26

Dans les terres battues par le vent d'Accalmie, là où les vagues viennent frapper la pierre comme nul part ailleurs en Westeros, Lyonel Baratheon apprend très tôt que le monde appartient à ceux qui savent lui tenir tête. À la cour du Donjon Rouge, la princesse Raella a grandi entre deux frères et deux héritages. Fille du feu et du sang, elle observe le monde avec un regard vif et ironique. Son esprit invente d'autres chemins et vies possibles avec un espoir obstiné et une curiosité tenace. Lorsque la tempête rencontre le feu, ce sont deux volontés, deux visions du monde, deux orgueils trop fiers pour plier qui se défient. Dans un monde où les dragons ne sont plus que des souvenirs, le choix est d'autant plus crucial et nécessaire : auprès de qui se tenir lorsque la tempête frappera. Venez me retrouver sur Tik Tok : @girl_over_flower Contenu décomplexé sur l'histoire 😜 Playlist Spotify pour une meilleure immersion 🎧 « Where Storms set Fire to the Sky » https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0o6O9Ir3SbQ4HxMsmm8cvh?si=fwF7Ow1FROKagNItPm213A&pi=9WXXppYcRDq2S

❝ My cousin was made for this, wasn't she? To swallow me all... ❞ ⚜️ A AERION BRIGHTFLAME STORY ⚔️ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AU ━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⟢ He was called Aerion Brightflame, beautiful as dawn, cruel as wildfire. Born with the arrogance of gods and the madness of dragons. To him, the world was a stage built for his glory, and every soul beneath him merely kindling for his flame. When Dhaenyra Targaryen, is brought to court as his betrothed, she quickly learns that beauty in Targaryens burns as easily as it dazzles. His gaze is worship and ruin both; his touch, a promise and a curse. And as his hunger for divinity grows, Dhaenyra realizes that Aerion's belief that he is no mere man may not end with madness, but with fire. A tale of pride, fire, and the doomed brilliance of a prince who would be dragon. ✵ ✵ ✵ Fem oc x Aerion Targaryen ⌗ | The character and universe do not belong to me, All rights go to George R.R Martin I only own my oc - A song of ice and fire fandom

A bitter bond created, after the alliance that Viserys had proposed, his wish to marry Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter, to his eldest son, Aegon. Despite his eldest son's nature, having being a natural drunk, both Viserys and Alicent agree that their son is in need to be settled with a woman, and perhaps a family of his own. Will Aegon make that decision, to help create an alliance between both families, or perhaps Daerlyssa Targaryen, Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter, would prefer herself promised elsewhere? ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN & HBO STUDIO