For years, the faceless terror known as the Hand of Fate has been secretly manipulating the port city of Reyza for her shadowy ends. Those she favors rise in status while those who betray her are never heard from again. When the opportunity to eliminate a powerful dynasty presents itself, the Hand of Fate conspires with a sadistic diplomat who shares the king's bed. Together, they hatch a plan to assassinate their rivals. The plan is flawless-every variable calculated-except for one. On the night the Hand of Fate's hired assassin makes his move, a notorious thief is also making his. Jarle Jadien has had it with the gray-haired harpy whom he serves and succumbs to the greatest temptation of all: The Ensther estate is home to the king's betrothed and a fortune in jewels. When the risky heist takes a disastrous turn, Jarle finds himself in possession of a treasure he has no intention of keeping. Avaren Ensther is beauty and intrigue in one, and a keeper of secrets that reach far beyond Jarle's world of whiskey and disrepute. Reyza's infamous thief has had his heart stolen from under his nose, but time will tell if his sirenic temptress proves worthy. Within the city walls, a retired war-hero investigates the conspiracy and attempts to uphold justice, but his efforts may not suffice to prevent an all-out war. Too many vengeful plots have festered; too much blood spilled. As the moons reach a cataclysmic alignment, unleashing the terrible force of the tides, neither hero, criminal, nor all-powerful monarch; can escape the tendrils of fate.

Emma Fields led a happy life. She had her fiancee, her books, her forest.. but it all fell to pieces when she found that her fiancee was cheating. In want of solitude, she climbed a tree, and fell. When she wakes up, she is faced with an uppity Elvenking with seemingly no resemblance to a heart. Her mission, should she choose to accept it; Annoy the heck out of him. Thranduil/OC

The Great Greenwood used to be a merry place filled with parties you'll never forget and people you'll always remember. King Thranduil and his lovely wife Queen Elodiel ruled the land with their kin dancing until the ends of the forest even the beautiful elven path that leads to their kingdom was filled with much beauty. but now Thranduil sat on his Throne with an empty throne next to him. The gates were shut and his cold heart was broken. He sat there emotionless listening to the cries of his people as they weep and the sorrow that lingered through the whole kingdom. Thranduil gripped the sides of his throne trying to not think of that day, the day his world came falling apart the day he lost everything. Read as Thranduil tries to get over his only love or can he? Will he find a new love? Or will he succumb to his aching heart? [I do not own any characters that belong to JRR Tolkien nor do I own the cover]

Ruive (Ru-eve) is a dwelf princess of the Dragon Slayers, the strongest and bravest of all her kingdom. Once upon a time she fell in love with an elf; but when tragedy struck and she lost everything she promised her heart she would never let herself love again. After decades of torture Ruive is found by Arathorn and he offers her a place as a ranger. When Thorin sets out to reclaim Erebor, Gandalf calls upon her skills to help them and to defend the line of Durin. Perhaps a certain dark haired prince can let her love again. (Kili love story)

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)

Sauron has been defeated. The One Ring has been destroyed. Peace has returned to Middle Earth once again. Or so it seems... A new enemy has appeared in Middle Earth, stronger and more powerful then any before him. In order to defeat him, the remaining members of the Fellowship must join forces with an old enemy Who will either help them, or kill them. The Final Book in the Edge of a Knife triology. Cover by Mossfire946

Landor has a mysterious past. Since he can remember he has been curious about it, but he has long since given up hope of finding answers. Until one day, he discovers the truth... This is my first time writing a book, so I welcome any advice and constructive criticism you have to give me. And thank you so much for giving my book a chance! Many thanks to my sister @elfindisguise for typing and editing everything I have written, and making me a book cover! I couldn't have done this without her :)

She feared it. It had torn her apart before piece by piece. It had shattered her world and left her broken and empty, So very empty and without purpose. So she ran from it, She ran until she could no longer feel, no longer care. But it was hopeless; She still cared, She still felt the unshakable pull at her heart. And it threw her into constant turmoil, turmoil that she despised and longer for simultaneously; despised because it could never be but longed for that fleeting glance of a dream; and when she dreamt of it, the most blissful sensation overcame her, She was falling falling falling in.... Dare she say it? Dare she admit the inevitable truth she ran from? She was petrified of the one thing that she craved, the thing that had left her broken before... Love. Disclaimer: I do not own the setting or characters. All credit goes to Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own the plot and characters like Silmarwen.

Their greatest King was not always so great. He went through more to earn that title than any elf should ever have to. The elven threat was ended, who could desire the throne of Greenwood now? Thranduil must find a way to escape, or die trying. He can't aid this group of mercenaries lest he rip out his own heart. Rhovanel has to find her beloved before the baby comes. She needs Thranduil by her side more than ever, but when Annoneth is unsuccessful in locating him, Rhovanel starts to lose all hope of her king's return. A darkness stirs, leaving the fate of the elves uncertain. (Sequel to The King's Heart)

All are born with the ability for good or evil. The child itself is innocent. It is the person it grows to be that determines whether it is good or evil. Fëanáro's first thought was not of chaos or crafting. Just as with any innocent child, it was his mother that first graced his mind. This is just my take on the birth and adolescence of Fëanor's life. It's been an idea that has been running amuck in my brain for quite some time. Hope you enjoy it!