❝you cannot be serious, you'll kill us all!❞ ❝hey I never said it was a good idea!❞ ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, The faerie princess finds herself on a mission to save middle-earth with the most unlikely group. ❴ Fellowship of the Ring - Return of the King ❵ ❴ Legolas Greenleaf x oc ❵ ❴ Cover by: me ❵ ❴ ✓ means edited ❵ ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. Highest rankings: #1 in #LOTR - 27/08/24 #1 in #Rings - 02/09/24 #1 in #Elf - 29/09/24 #1 in #Frodobaggins - 29/09/24 #1 in #Gandalfthegrey - 08/12/24 #2 in #Aragorn - 04/01/24 #7 in #fairy - 18/04/25 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘴𝘭𝘷𝘵 © 2024

Amber, the fourth and youngest child of Elrond Half-elven, walks the space between myth and memory-rarely spoken of in the tales of old, yet impossible to forget once seen. With hair that changes with the seasons and eyes that shift with emotion, she is a living embodiment of change, of beauty unbound by tradition or courtly restraint. While her siblings were raised beneath the guiding hand of expectation, Amber grew like wild ivy-untamed, clever, and resolutely herself. Now, with the tides of time turning and danger stirring once more in the darker corners of the world, Amber is no longer content to be hidden in the shadows of Rivendell or Lórien. She steps into the wider lands of Middle-earth not as a quiet daughter of legend, but as a force unto herself-curious, fierce, and determined to find the truth of who she is beyond the weight of lineage. It is in the ancient forest halls of Mirkwood where her journey begins anew. For the first time, Amber walks beneath the emerald canopy of the Woodland Realm-and there, fate weaves an unexpected thread into her path: the prince of that land, mysterious and keen-eyed, with a voice like river stone and a smile that reveals very little, yet somehow says everything. Their first meeting is not gentle, but charged-like two opposing winds colliding in a storm. And yet, despite the clash of their wild spirits, or perhaps because of it, something within Amber stirs-a quiet fascination, a pull she cannot ignore. The prince is unlike anyone she has ever known: steady where she is chaotic, shadowed where she is sunlight. He does not flinch at her strangeness. He sees it, and perhaps, understands it. In his silence, she finds a mirror. Amber, daughter of stars and flame, is falling-not in battle, nor in fear-but perhaps in love. Will she find the courage to confess her feelings to the prince of the wood? Or will her heart remain another secret hidden among the trees?

*Complete* A Lord of the Rings FanFiction A Daughters of Middle Earth Story Formerly Titled "Some Things are Meant to Endure" The only daughter of a King who had lost his Queen and the beloved younger sister of a Prince, Aeslin had grown up in the heart of the Woodland Realm. But given her mother's death in battle when she was but a young elfling, very little was more important to King Thranduil and his son Legolas than her safety. Not only had she never set foot beyond the borders of the Greenwood, she'd rarely left the confines of her Father's Court. For all that she was the most precious thing in the lives of her only family, Aeslin grew up the sad child of a dark forest. But with the Greenwood growing ever darker, Thranduil found himself with a hard choice before him. Fearing for the safety of his youngest child should she stay within the borders of a Kingdom coming to be known as 'Mirkwood', the Elven King made a decision that would change his daughter's life forever. Aeslin had always had a talent for healing, so he decided to send her to Rivendell to learn from Elrond as every great elven healer had done for centuries. There she learns not only the arts of healing, but finds another family, and indeed, eventually finds love. Follows Aeslin from before LotR through to the end of the films. Haldir/OC Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

Eadrid was the daughter of Kings, and a Captain among men. Though she remained fierce, she was determined to be the leader that desired to serve her people and to help them, not stand over them. As sickness spread throughout the lands of Rohan, she was banished by order of the King, and was forced to start a new life in Middle Earth. After years of losing the respect for herself she once had as Captain of the Rohirrim, she found herself amongst a fellowship with a very long journey ahead of them. Until her future was to be revealed to her, she told herself that she deserved nothing good that came her way. But as her destiny was paved in front of her, she was forced to become the once great leader she had been, and fulfill her duty to the free men of Middle Earth.

"There are no gems finer than the stars." By the workings of the Istari, Marin was cast from her homeland, the first fairy in one thousand years to be cursed with a broken wing. Her hopes of touching the stars dimmed with each passing day as she walked the lonely paths of the Wild. Until, one hundred years after her Breaking, Gandalf the Grey offers her a chance to help guide thirteen dwarves through the dangers of Middle-Earth for the promise of rich reward. Follow Marin Nymaed on her journey through Middle-Earth, finding acceptance, friendships, and a love strong enough to break her curse. I do not own The Hobbit or any of J.R.R. Tolkien's works. I only own Marin and the fairy culture and language that I built for this story Cross-posted on AO3

𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘| ❝︎The day I changed was the day I quit trying to fit into a world that never really fit me.❞︎ ━︎━︎𝐣𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 ━︎ 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 @𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐬

(18+ Mature Content) A secret pregnancy, hidden from the Realm, produces a daughter of pure Fire and Blood. Forced to succumb to silence, shipped off to Oldtown, raised by a High Septa instead of her own mother. Is her true identity the key to the Dance of Dragons, or will she be the demise of House Targaryen? Daenaera was a sickly infant, abused and groomed into believing she deserved the treatment; until she forged a forbidden love with an awfully distant 'sibling'. Her true, innocent, being is called to charge, where her fate remains undecided by the Gods. It's as if they wish a greater purpose for her, sending the largest, cruelest, and brutish of dragons to guide her journey throughout the terrors the Dance of Dragons curates. {Storylines may be canon, and/or untrue to the books & series} {TW: ocxoc, religious trauma, angst, violence, general themes of ASOIAF, heavy smexual & smut material. this is your warning!!}

[BOOK ONE IN THE HOUSE OF VAHRARYS SERIES] In the aftermath of the Doom of Valyria, House Vahrarys-one of the last surviving dragonlord families-returns to Westeros cloaked in secrets, power, and ancient flame. Lyrah Vahrarys, sharp-tongued and untamed, is bound by duty to marry Prince Daemon Targaryen, forging a political alliance meant to tether her dragonfire to the Iron Throne. But Lyrah is no obedient bride. Forced to consummate her marriage under the eyes of the court, Lyrah endures a brutal tradition meant to strip her of autonomy and crown her a spectacle. Yet even in pain, she does not break. Daemon, reckless and unrepentant, shields her in ways no one expects-becoming both weapon and refuge as the two clash, burn, and slowly begin to understand the dangerous power in choosing one another. As whispers coil through court and old blood rises from beneath the stone, Lyrah must navigate venomous politics, a tyrannical mother, and the treacherous pull of her own heart. Bound by fire, fear, and the ghosts of Valyria, she refuses to kneel-not to kings, not to tradition, not even to love. Because some dragons were never meant to be tamed.

❝Three dragons and their naughty little pet.❞ There's a rule in piracy - never fuck with the Dragons because they burn you alive. Literally. I'm not a fan of following rules, especially when the Dragons' hoarding obsession makes them the wealthiest patrons. I shouldn't be surprised when I'm kidnapped by the dragons upon failing to fulfil my end of an important deal. As if my luck couldn't be more of a bitch to me, I get kidnapped by none other than the three Dragons from one of the most powerful clans in the Arctic- Radrox, Ivret and Zorge. Now that they have me, I must pay for my failed deal in cash or kind. But that's not what they seem to be interested in, especially with the dwindling population of dragon ladies and their dangerous obsession with me. Those three dragons are definitely going to burn me but with a different kind of fire. ~ It can be read as a stand-alone book. Themes: slow burn, some BDSM, smut (loads of it), dirty talking, knotting, breeding, reverse harem, romance, kink exploration, action, world-building and a purely character-driven plot with wholesome and humorous moments :) What's not in the book? - Grape. Even though there's a power imbalance between the FL and the MLs, whatever happens between them and her involves consent. No cheating. The MLs don't do each other in this book.

In a bed chamber high in the trees of Lothlorien is a young she-elf is sound asleep. "She will wake soon if Mithrandir is to proceed with his quest to Erebor. The darkness will grow, and she will awaken to fight it, like she did long ago." Galadriel says, turning to her husband and taking his hand. The she-elf is not as young as she seems, she had nearly faded when Galadriel found her at the beginning of the second age. The elf never woke, but the Lady of Light has foreseen it; Naehlara will awaken to help lead the elves, men and all free folk to peace, for she is the High Queen of the elves. The only living elf from the first age. Her fae grows stronger with every year bringing her closer to awakening. Galadriel once was friends with the elf, her father Thingol; king of Doriath before it was abandoned and forgotten as the first age elves left Middle Earth to go back to Valanor or faded with time. "I have longed to see my friend reawaken but how do you explain to one that nearly two ages has passed since she fell into slumber." Galadriel says, a small smile growing on her face. "She was a mighty warrior, the best in all of Middle Earth. But she was stubborn, not as wise as most elves. A lot more like our Woodland kin, the ones in Greenwood." Galadriel says, a laugh slipping through her lips as she remembers watching Naehlara fight in the wars long ago. How she'd argue with anyone that stood in her way, nearly taking the head off the captain of the guard when he would not head her warning of the armies coming from Morgoth. ✨NOT A HOBBIT FANFIC IT IS SET DURING LORD OF THE RINGS✨ A/N I do not own any character other than Naehlara and maybe more if I choose to add more. But probably just Naehlara. I'm newer to the fandom so please let me know if i got any facts wrong. I hope you enjoy the story Also maybe be slow updates due to work but I hope to put out consistently!