Even as Míril of the Dúnedain fights to protect her friend and chieftain Aragorn, nightmares of tossing waves and a shining jewel threaten not only her life, but her trust in those she loves. *-*-* Elrohir x Original Female Character Found Family & Angst with a Happy Ending *-*-* The Dunedain are sworn to serve and protect the heir of Isildur. Miril, foster daughter of Halbarad, is no different. When Gildor's warning reaches Míril that Gandalf has gone missing she acts once again in service of her chieftain no matter the cost. But on the eve of the War of the Ring, nightmares of a deep ocean and the drowning of Eärendil's star begin to plague her sleep, causing the Wise in Middle Earth to fear the fiery blood running through her veins cannot no longer stay hidden. Neither from the Enemy, nor from Míril herself. *-*-* FËANORIEL CHRONICLES book 1

Pippin Took x Diamond of Long Cleeve "The Shire will need heroes. Diamond knows she isn't one, but in dark times, even the smallest, least respectable hobbits must take a stand." * * * * Adamanda, known to most Shirefolk as Diamond, disliked her responsibilities as a daughter of the North-Tooks. Many even of her own family had forgotten from whence they came; the blood of the Bullroarer ran in her veins. It should've been no surprise that her adventurous spirit put even most of the Tooks to shame. But not Peregrin. When Pippin Took goes missing from the Shire, Diamond is determined to find him and scold him for not taking her with him wherever he decided to run off to. But it might not be so simple. The Shire will need heroes. Diamond knows she isn't one, but in dark times, even the smallest, least respectable hobbits must take a stand. And perhaps when Pippin returns, she'll have stories to put his own adventures to shame. ~•~•~•~ This story takes some minor inspiration from Lord of the Rings Online, in addition to the book material. Go play. It's amazing. To my consistent readers: this is my solemn promise that it isn't a tragedy. Even I need a break from writing those this time!

Cabin 11. Chiron calls it Hermes' Cabin. But it's the Cabin of Rejects, and the kids don't care who knows it. Molly O'Malley has no powers, no physical strength to speak of, and no cabin of her own. But she has a thriving business dealing Silly Bandz under the table. Kitty Ellis has powers. She plays with fate. She twists luck itself. But honestly she'd way rather use it to sneak out and mess around than to fight this crazy war. Alex Griffith turned traitor. He followed his brother Luke like a scorned puppy, killing for the Titans until he couldn't stand it anymore. Now he's back, and there's a certain amount of rightful razzing waiting for him. Together with the rest of Camp Half-Blood, they spend their time trying to find some joy between fighting endless wars. These are their stories, and the stories of other Half-Bloods not important enough to be written about in legend. * * * * * This is a collection of OC-centric, Percy Jackson & the Olympians one shots. Updates are random. See inside for more details. Characters range in age from 10 to 18. Rating will not go above the "T" used on many fanfiction sites.

It's me, Silz, your local medical zebra and writing aficionado! Elementary educator, gamer, and dungeon master. Too old for this shit but here all the same. This is your one-stop shop to the things I care about. Health and writing updates. All about my OCs. Graphics and mood boards. The ramblings, ravings, and rumblings of a fandom elder. A place to put all the stuff people usually spam to a message board, so that those who don't care about it don't need to see it. Come on in, the water's fine. Oh, and full disclosure: I don't actually work here.

When two Soviet snipers find themselves forced to work with the Americans to get home during WWII, they must navigate the lies and bloodshed in their past and present to survive. In collaboration with @AdamantiumDragonfly * * * * Svetlana knew how to play the game. She'd been caught in the political drama of Stalin's inner circle since birth. The only child of one of Stalin's closest friends, she grew up in the limelight, scrutinized by friend and foe. With the outbreak of the war, Sveta found a taste of freedom with the snipers. For Zhanna, her place in the military was the only thing she could be proud of, giving her a tie to the place she called home. With the grace of others looming over her head, Zhanna had only one chance to be more than the blood inside her veins and the prayer on her lips. But then the Nazis invaded the Motherland. Tasked with reaching the Allies by her father, Sveta once more found herself a political pawn. But she wouldn't go alone. Friend and comrade Zhanna joined her in their flight from Russia. But with the Eastern Front crumbling, the girls found themselves at the mercy of America for a way home. And that way home meant learning to jump with the Airborne. They were already soldiers. How hard could that be? Zhanna may be able to embrace the company of those around her. But for Sveta, the daughter of a man who represented everything the Allies worked against in the Bolshevik Revolution, it may be too difficult. * * * * Originally posted on AdamantiumDragonfly's profile. We agreed it should find a home here too, now that they are inactive on Wattpad. Title Inspiration: "Death to the German invaders! Long live our glorious Motherland, her liberty and her independence! Under the banner of Lenin, forward to victory!" - J. Stalin, Speech at the Red Army Parade, November 7, 1941 Cover by @swedeandspicy