Over the course of a century, Lady Celebríel of Rivendell has wandered Middle Earth; seeking the rangers of the far north, visiting her kin in Lothlórien, journeying to the distant, western seashore. And not once, in a hundred years, has she ventured into the vast dark of Mirkwood forest. So when Gandalf the Grey, most mischievous of the five wizards, invites her to a gathering in the Shire with the promise of excitement, she simply cannot refuse. Along with thirteen dwarves and a rather reluctant halfling, Celebríel embarks on Thorin Oakenshield's quest to reclaim the lost city of Erebor. Through many twists and turns, the company's wanderings finally deposits her back onto the doorstep of the very place she had been avoiding for years. She finds herself once more in the heart of the Woodland realm and confronted by the prince she has spent a century trying to forget. Faced with old emotions rising once more to the surface, Celebríel is forced to make a choice. Does she follow the company of dwarves beyond Mirkwood, ignoring the door that fate has led her to reopen? Or does she listen to her heart this time and pursue the prince that slipped through her fingers all those years ago? ~~~ Book 2 of the "Daughter of Lórien" Trilogy [LotR Fanfiction] This story occurs during the events of The Hobbit. *I own nothing except my original characters. All rights to their owners.* (Cover art by Eleonor Piteira)

People say that death is not the end. For Evelyn, it's not. After battling cancer for almost four years, death is something that this nineteen year old girl welcomes with ease. She prays that she will get the peace and happiness she's been longing for once she passes on from this world. Legolas is the Prince of Mirkwood. He seems perfectly normal to everyone around him, but he has a secret. For the last three or fours years, the prince has been having strange dreams about a mysterious young woman. Normally, he would not worry about a few silly dreams, but when he's in the dreams, they feel so real, like memories... or are they visions of the future?