In a quiet town on the edge on Mirkwood, an elf child named Thaila was found with striking white hair, unique blue and amber eyes, and a gentle soul. As she grew into a young woman, puberty unleashed a surge of hidden powers within her. She grew majestic dragon horns, an enchanting tail, and impressive wings. The villagers, initially accepting, turned against her in fear, claiming that she was cursed. Haunted by grief and regret, Thaila distanced herself, rejecting people altogether and sinking into deep despair. She turned to self-harm as a coping mechanism, cutting herself as penance for her perceived curse. Then, news emerged of a potential cure in the mysterious land of Mirkwood, but fear engulfed Thaila. However, Legolas, captivated by her tale, offered his companionship and promised protection along the journey. Initially reluctant, Thaila eventually agreed to leave the only home she had ever known. As they traversed through the dense, enchanted forests of Mirkwood, she discovered newfound strength and resilience in the company of her unlikely ally. Upon reaching their destination, Thaila and Legolas knelt before the wise King Thranduil of Mirkwood, Legolas' father. They beseeched his wisdom, seeking the cure that lingered on the edge of their dreams. As the story unfolds, Thaila learns to embrace her inner power and beauty, realizing that she has been blessed with unique, extraordinary gifts rather than curses. In the heart of Mirkwood, she confronts her fears and blossoms into the dazzling and powerful creature she was always meant to be. Love, forgiveness, and self-compassion unfold as Thaila journeys towards her destiny, learning that enchanting truths can emerge from the darkest corners of our lives. (I DONT OWN ANY OF THE HOBBIT/LORD OF RINGS CHARACTERS) ꧁TW: Self Harm, Suicidal thoughts, Death, offensive language, Attempted SA, Alcohol Use꧂ Highest tags: #1 on Mirkwood 3/22/25, #2 on Elfen 5/14/25 Xxxx -sweet_swallow462

The Great Greenwood used to be a merry place filled with parties you'll never forget and people you'll always remember. King Thranduil and his lovely wife Queen Elodiel ruled the land with their kin dancing until the ends of the forest even the beautiful elven path that leads to their kingdom was filled with much beauty. but now Thranduil sat on his Throne with an empty throne next to him. The gates were shut and his cold heart was broken. He sat there emotionless listening to the cries of his people as they weep and the sorrow that lingered through the whole kingdom. Thranduil gripped the sides of his throne trying to not think of that day, the day his world came falling apart the day he lost everything. Read as Thranduil tries to get over his only love or can he? Will he find a new love? Or will he succumb to his aching heart? [I do not own any characters that belong to JRR Tolkien nor do I own the cover]

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.

Cold as stone, emotionless, shallow and arrogant - but no one knows the story behind the smirk. ~ A beautifully tragic love story between the Elven King Thranduil and Legolas's Mother, Ellysia Rose. ~ If you want to be emotionally destroyed in the best way, this is the fanfic for you. Based on the Hobbit trilogy, directed by Peter Jackson. //Currently being edited and added to// Yes, I use dashes(-) in my writing because it helps exentuate the story - I DO NOT USE AI IN MY STORIES, ONLY TO CHECK FOR TYPOS. {Completed but chapters 42 onwards remain to be edited}

Charlotte Wright is living in the modern world when a stranger mysteriously appears on her lawn. Rated M to be on the safe side.

The Elvenking is like a very strong, old tree, deeply rooted in the kingdom he pledged himself to protect. He also pledged himself to protect his heart from love, out of fear that it might weaken him, but that proved to be disastrous. Love... what daunting word rubbed in his face by that fearless redhead elleth during the battle in Dale. Is there any love left in him? Follows what happens with Thranduil and Tauriel after BOTFA, during the War of the Ring and further into the 4th Age. Mainly from Thranduil's POV and including canon events that are only briefly mentioned in the books. I try to respect the lore as much as I can. Apart from the romance, I wanted to explore Thranduil's character based on what we know about his life. Feedback and comments are much appreciated :) "His words were unforgiving again, hiding under the same cold tone he had for centuries, yet he could not believe them himself anymore. Tauriel was looking at him, her gaze seemingly piercing through his soul. His dream to restore Mirkwood to Greenwood and his thoughts of avenging his beloved wife were contradicting everything he said. He did not want to care yet every fibre of his being cared too much." "There was something else that Thranduil noticed in Celeborn's eyes: a combination of respect and admiration. 'You are strong, Thranduil. You are like one of the old Mirkwood trees, deeply rooted in the earth, that the centuries cannot wither. I always thought that, no matter what evil lies upon Arda, you will endure.' " #thranduil #drama #angst #romance #hot!thranduil #war #magic #feasts #lore

Amaria is a half elf woman in a world that has deemed it criminal for her to exist. Elves were, of course, the only race that could stand up to the Demons. After the war between them was lost, long before she was born, the elves were branded enemies and murdered on sight. It wouldn't matter to the demons that she and her kid brother that she's tasked to raise were merely half. An elf is an elf. Living life as a bounty hunter to ensure they eat, Amaria sticks to the shadows and avoids the demons as fiercely as she can. Her human father told her as much before he died. Though she can't always stay out of the dangers of the big cities. After a successful hunt, she must go to collect her bounty earnings. For years she knew where to avoid demons fiery eyes and believed today would be no different. How wrong she was... For she must pick a fight with a troop of demons that saunters into her usually deemed safe bar in order escape. What she didn't know was that this troop belonged to none other than the next in line to the throne. The boogeyman of demons. Zadyst. The demon prince. And he LOVES a good fight...

Jane has always heard stories about giant monsters residing at the top of the Mount Moorhead. Any woman who dares trespass would disappear, becoming captive to the villainous creatures and never to be seen again. But instead of fear, Jane has always harbored fantasies of encountering a monster at the top of the mountain... So one day, she puts on her hiking shoes and treks her way up, only to lose her way a few hours in. After she panics and passes out, regretting her crazy idea to venture out of her comfort zone, she wakes up to find herself chained to a bed in a cavernous room, an odd sensation between her legs... and a giant monster from her fantasy tales with enormous arms, a tail, and two horns. Maybe fantasy and reality are not quite the same. Or maybe they are...

Alexander smiled at her. "You are quite likeable, Emmeline, and I think we might one day be dear friends, but I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you." Emmeline laughed. "I doubt I shall ever wish to marry you, either." --- Lady Emmeline Lockhart - daughter of a duke and sister of an earl, but twenty and three and very much unmarried. She finally finds a suitor in a dashing naval officer, but what will transpire when she finds herself forced into a union with the country's brash king-to-be? --- TOP RANK: #172 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 11 OCT 2016 #157 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 13 FEBRUARY 2017 #144 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 5 DECEMBER 2017 #120 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 6 DECEMBER 2017 #73 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, 1 JANUARY 2018 not quite a love story, but a story about love || historical *fiction* with no particular time period || UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY, WITH AS MUCH CONSTANCY AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."