*Complete* A Lord of the Rings FanFiction A Daughters of Middle Earth Story Story Formerly Titled "A Warrior's Heart" As the daughter of Rohan's Captain of the Guard, Hilde grew up in Meduseld, growing close to King's son and niece, and wanting to be closer to the King's nephew. But with War looming on the horizon, Hilde is witness to the upheaval and peril of her homeland...but witnessing is not enough, for shieldmaidens have the hearts of warriors too. Covers Two Towers Film onward Recipient of the Crowning Gems Awards Special Awards for Blurb, Mechanics and Character Development Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

[FotR-RotK, OC x Éomer] I'M READY TO HOPE, SWING ME OUT OF THE LOW. WIDE AWAKE IN THE GLOW, CAN'T DO IT ALONE. She couldn't turn her back, not when the fate of the world hung in the balance. Updates every Wednesday DISCLAIMER | I do not own The Lord of the Rings. All recognisable characters, places, and plot belong to their rightful owners. I only own Ninimben.

"The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that." Fairies are one of the oldest race of beings in Arda -once they called Numenór home- but Arethusa watched as the sea claimed the island from the helm of a ship as the survivors fled to Middle Earth. She has wandered for several lifetimes and has seen nearly all there is. Long had she set aside her bow and sward for, in truth, a healer's hands see more blood than a warrior's. Over the years, she had grown to love the ways of hobbits and there is no hobbit she adores more than Bilbo Baggins. When her visit is interrupted by a band of uncouth dwarves and her dear friend goes running out his door on an adventure what can she do but follow? A Thorin Oakenshield Story [Highest Rankings] #1 in The Hobbit #1 in Thorin #1 in Thorin Oakenshield #1 in Richard Armitage

What if Loki was supposed to attack Earth? What if it was a prophecy? Noelle is the offspring of a demi-god and a human. Raised on earth, the halfling was close to death when she woke up in Asgard. Her life will never be the same, especially after she meets Loki, Odin's second son. From the moment they met, their love was destined. Note: This story starts before Thor was cast out (the first Thor movie)

Now being a hunted by an Orc pack, the Dwarves of Erebor, the blacksmith, and their burglar are on the run. Time is running out as they are faced with challenges along the way and the closer they come to the mountain the more Thorin begins to realize he's no longer seeing the Half-breed as an asset. But maybe something more. ©2015 animemadness101 Productions The only thing I own is the character Poppy Baggins and the dialogue added in spots. Everything else belongs to the original author of 'The Hobbit' and the creators of the films. Thank you

Zania Faytum has fallen down into Asgard, She is the princess and also the Goddess of Fire. She is also the last Faddist. Her home has been attacked by Leviathans. As Odin, Frigga, and Thor take care of her, she starts to also notices the mysterious Loki. The longer she stays in hiding in Asgard from the Leviathans, the more closer she gets to Loki. Loki and Zania are opposite people but with the same problem. As they slowly fall in love with each other, more problems occur. She struggles with Leviathans, loving Loki, and saving herself.

Being kidnapped is one thing. Being taken to a Kingdom full of immortal vampires, that's another thing. To everyone, Raven is nobody. If anything, she's an average 20 year old living in the Big Apple. Overlooked by everyone, even her own family, Raven is used to being a ghost. That was until Alec came to New York City. Sent by his family, the 143 year old vampire has a week to find her... His soulmate. He has one week to bring her home. One week to take her back to the Kingdom that one day he will rule. But who said bringing a beautiful mortal girl back to a Kingdom was easy? ♱ Sequel : Her Wicked Secret

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.