❝. Aemma Velaryon, the trueborn princess of Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, rider of Seafyre, true lady of the tides. Her veins are of salt and sea and she is to unify and bring peace to us all.❞ OC! Targaryen/Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen [I DO NOT OWN THE HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, ONLY AEMMA VELARYON AND HER STORYLINE] ©Elysiumreads

❝𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞ History will speak of how much ruin the Targaryen civil war brought to Westeros just as much as they will speak of the sun and moon that aimed to put an end to it. - Aemond Targaryen x OC - House of the Dragon, Canon Divergent | This fanfiction is intended for personal use only. Please do not copy, distribute, or translate this work without the author's explicit permission. | Rankings: - #1 on "gameofthrones" (12/17/22) - Formerly - #1 on "canondivergence" (01/14/23) - Formerly - #1 on "gameofthrones" (01/16/23) - Formerly - #1 on "houseofthedragon" (01/27/23)

*Book 2* Persephone Jackson finally thought things were going to calm down after dealing with some not-so-nice elves upon her arrival to Middle Earth. When a dwarven company briefly takes shelter in Rivendell, she is proven wrong. ***Follows "The Hobbit" Trilogy!*** Book 1: Do Not Go Gentle Book 2: Into That Good Night Updates Every Wednesday :)

*FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT* It started the day the sky was painted with red. Whether it was from that cursed red iron, or the blood of falling fey, Yuna did not know. What she did know, however, was that the tumbling stone and wood from the buildings surrounding her were mere seconds away from crushing her. Not a fate she had imagined for herself, and she certainly never imagined a man with hair and wings like snow to swoop in and rescue her. The events of that fateful day of war and marriage catapult Yuna into a world so unlike her own; a world of the Moors, a world of becoming Queen Aurora's right hand woman, and a world where a certain Tundra Fae and herself bridge the gap between their kinds. Just what had Yuna gotten herself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It is truly by the most divine blessing," Udo's voice was soft, his slender fingers gently cradling Yuna's face. The Tundra Fae's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared into Yuna's dark eyes, smiling warmly at her. Yuna's mouth was agape as she stared up at the man, who stared down at her like she were some precious jewel, or a star shining in a dark night sky. A warmth spread throughout her chest, and she felt stray tears begin to streak down her cheeks. She did not trust her voice to speak. Udo chuckled, brushing them away with his thumbs. He placed his forehead onto Yuna's, conscious of his long white horns, and closed his eyes. "It is truly by the most divine blessing, that our of all the stars and cosmos, the fates led me to you."

Maglor has lived through the centuries, going from place to place trying to keep the fact he's an elf and immortal a secret. He does not want to repeat what happened to him before. However, his quiet life is about to be uprooted when he's called on a special case to check something or rather someone out. This story has been inspired by an artist on DeviantArt named greenapplefreak's amazing comics about elves in modern times. Currently: Slow updating ~I do not own the silmarillion ~~This story can also be found on my Ao3 (archive of our own) account. ENJOY!!

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.