Author's Note: None of the songs in this story belong to me even though I wish they did. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! "I can't fucking stand you, you little bitch." "The feeling is mutual. I hope you burn in hell." He walked up to Alex and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Hot tears streamed down her face as she glared at him. "Oh sweetheart, I'm already there." "Fuck you." How did she get in this situation? Why couldn't things be different? Would they have been if she had chosen a different path? There was no time for what ifs, she had to deal with this beast of a man before her. "Don't tempt me." He came closer to her body, his breath reeked of alcohol and he he had a hungry look in his eyes. He grabbed Alex's waist and pulled her to him, biting her neck. Alex let out a small moan. "You know you can't resist me. You couldn't even if you tried." He kissed up her neck to her jaw, licking down to her chin. He lifted his head and bit her lip. "God I fucking hate you." He nipped her ear. "Oh no you don't baby. You would have left if you did."

King Thranduil has everything at his feet. His son, Legolas, a kingdom and a crown with all of its treasures, but what he doesn't have is a companion to share his life with. When Laer steps into his kingdom he finds himself curious about her, what makes her smile, what makes her tick, and most of all, what does this average elf think of the king of Mirkwood? I do not own any of the characters besides Laer and Rovain, everything else goes happily to Tolkien. ** Extremely Slow Updates ** Due to complaints I feel the need to write this... it clearly says slow updates above. It doesn't say completed in the details either. This is an unfinished story. There are slow updates. I have an extremely busy schedule with my full time job, my full time in college and the work load I receive from college and I go through extremely rough patches with my depression to where I do nothing. I have no time to write and in the time that I do, I don't want to force myself to write a chapter because it won't come out as nicely as I'd want it. I understand the frustration of not being able to read a finished story because that frustrates me too, but please be courteous enough to ask why I don't update or be even nice about it. I worry about enough and having readers be angry with me, really upsets me and doesn't really push me to write. If anything, it makes me want to just delete this story all together because I don't know when this will be finished or if it ever will be. Some of you have been extremely supportive for my situation, so thank you for that... again, slow updates and I don't know when this will be finished.

Sequel to 'A Slow Change of Heart', with no king to rule, the realm of faes may suffer war. Somehow a king must be chosen, with so many wanting to rule, who will prevail.

The kingdom of Mirkwood celebrates the birth of their new princess.

Thranduil Imagine: Unexpected. All rights to characters, environments and story-lines go to the respective parties unless they are my own. Cover art credit: WisesnailArt Chapter art credit: evankart.tumblr.com Contact for requests: imaginemiddleearth@gmail.com

What if Prince Nuada met a girl at the auction? The girl somehow manages to take the crown piece and runs for it. Nuada goes out and looks for her. When he finds her, she isn't afraid of him. He finds her intriguing and spares her.

Leandra was adopted by Professor Broom when she was found in Ireland at the age of two. She stopped aging on her sixteenth birthday...now it's 2008, sixty years later... What will happen when she meets Nuada and he becomes intrigued at first sight? What will she think of him? Will years pass...? Will anything "assemble" with her help?

Dr. Emerald Bruttenholm is the sole survivor of the Blackwood massacre and is taken to the BPRD to help them investigate the attack. She takes the meeting with the paranormal creatures surprisingly well because deep down she has secrets of her own. She is scared to let anyone know but when she finds herself in the clutches of Prince Nuada, there is no escaping. NOTE: This story is based on Guillermo del Torro's movie Hellboy II: The Golden army. All characters belong to Hellboy movies and comics. Only the OCs (original characters) and this story belong to me. It is purely a fanfiction. Cover image by CrazyNorwegian on deviantart.com

You are a historian that studies a old ancient thought to be extinct race of elves and you get a job from a certain agency

"There are stories of a day when the most powerful creature in the world would die at the hand of a demon. And that creature did die by the hands of the demon....and that demon has regretted it ever since." It's been 4 years since Syrena died and Hell Boy has been trying to live his life with Liz and his twin son and daughter, Zeke and Lynn. But what happens when the spirit of his dead sister is after revenge? (©Poison_Ivy99)