"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face. "I am not a boy." Her eyes opened then, and her familiar hazel eyes met his striking blue ones. A small smile made itself present on her face as she looked at him, a twinkle of mischief evident in her eyes. "No. You are not." ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Arya woke up some years ago with a grey-haired wizard leaning over her. She had no memories, no indications that told her who or what she was. With the outer appearances of an elf, but eyes that flash orange and strange symbols that appear on her skin - no one seems able to tell her anything about her past. She joined the quest of Thorin's dwarven company to have something to do, and she quickly became a part of their group. After a long and arduous journey but still a far away from the mountain they stumble into trouble. And whom is there to save her, but a certain Mirkwood prince with long blond hair and a pair of startling blue eyes. With one of them bursting with light, and the other filled with darkness their story will be anything but easy. Feelings, however, are hard to suppress, and with a war brewing on the horizon they might not have a lot of time. Read on if: You would like to figure out what Arya is. You would like to see one of Tolkiens beloved characters discover love. You love dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards You love Middle-Earth You just want to read it for the heck of it You do not have anything better to do ...Just please do it? Please and thank you.

For thousands of year, since The First Age, Faeryn never left king Thranduil's side. She was his healer, his greatest and only friend. She had seen many, but felt much more how time changes a person, how it changed Thranduil. And so, she wouldn't leave him, not for a thousand years, not even for a million. She would stay, like what she had promised the king. Healing a broken heart wouldn't be easy. Healing the Elven King's broken heart was easier said than done. But Faeryn was the best healer of Woodland Realm after all. Is there anything she cannot do?

With a good life and everything she needed, Aeolus lived a simple party life. Everyday life was the same and she loathed it. She wished for adventure and romance, like the fantasy stories she read when no one was looking. It was a part of her she loved, creativity and imagination, with sharp wit and cunning thoughts. But that didn't get you anything in this world, but perhaps it did in another. One day Aeolus falls (literally) into another world, far different than her own. Where her life is actually in danger and where dwarves, elves, and wizards are real. Finally she finds herself in a world she always wished to be. But when she's taken prisoner by one Elvenking, who knows what will fair for her? Starts at the beginning of Desolation of Smaug. I go by the movie, not the book.

Anne was just a girl with one minor magical ability, who went on one adventure too many. Now she is a newly appointed queen and she hates her new life. When she accidentally falls into a portal and wakes up in Middle Earth, there is no end to her joy... until Orcs come. She is rescued by Thorin and his companions and decides to travel with them, thinking it might be fun. But when they venture into Mirkwood, everything changes, and nothing will ever be the same again for both Anne and Thranduil.

"Come out, barrel rider." He hissed. " Smaug!" A voice clear as crystal rang out. A woman in white began to descend the stairs, she herself had Dragon wings attached to her back. Her skin was as pale and fine as the richest pearl. Smaug shrunk down into a man. Well, not quite, giant leathery wings sprouted from his back. Gold scales where on the sides of his gold eyes, which where no longer trained on Bilbo, on the woman. The pale woman walked down to the once Dragon. " Why are you chasing the little one? Leave him be."

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)