"You see, yes I loved your mother, but she wasn't my choice, she was my parents choice not mine. I married her right after your grandfather died, because it was his soul dying wish. Of course, I fell in love with her over time, and then when I lost her I was heart broken, but it's not the kind of feeling I feel now. I was angry and resentful because she died and I had no one. I felt I was all alone in this world. I was lonely, I admit that, and continued to be through the years. I wore my loneliness behind a mask for many years. But then I met her I felt something new, something I never really felt for your mother. But what made it even more special this time was that, she was my choice."

Asachiel is a young elf who has exiled herself from her old life in Greenwood. Now a dark mystery threatens the village of men she has been living in. Her only option is to return to the elfen realm and beg the handsome yet cold and strong-willed king Thranduil to rescue the villagers and assist her in finding out what is going on. However, they have a shared past, and things don't go quite as planned.

Maeneth considered becoming Thranduil's personal seamstress after the death of her grandfather, her last blood relative, as her salvation. But as every Sindarin elf knows, the king is a very difficult person to deal with. Young Maeneth encounters obstacles that she will have to endure, such as the king's wrath and poor judgement, and including having the king fall in love with her. A ThranduilxOC fanfic. The title of this story is inspired by "Your Hands Are Cold", one of the songs from the Pride and Prejudice (2005) score, composed by Dario Marianelli, and performed by the English Chamber Orchestra and Jean Yves-Thibaudet. I thought the song could be the perfect theme for my story, and I recommend that you listen to it as you read! The story is set during the time after The Hobbit, and just before and during the LOTR era. Warning: this story contains a mild rape scene.

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.

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.

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.

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

A prophecy will come to fulfillment. A cursed race of elves exists in the desolate places of middle earth. Loriel has always had an interest in Mirkwood. The cold king that lives in isolation there in particular. She has fought in the war of the ring. She now volleys for the alliances and acceptance of other races. When she is asked to visit Mirkwood and give the king time to decide if her race is worthy of allegiance. She shares a long history with the king of Mirkwood. Can Thranduil accept her cursed self? Can she learn to trust the man she has loved for so long?(M for later chapters and violence)

Thranduil Elven king of Mirkwood finds a trespassor in his kingdom. Has an ancient and deadly race of creatures finally come our of hiding? Who or what has dared entered his domain? What happens when he meets someone who doesnt fear him? Can this shapeshifter stay a step ahead of such an old and powerful elf? Can she and her people finally step out of the shadows? Can Thranduil learn that to respect such a worthy adversary? (M for later chapters)