Annatar Stories

"𝕳𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒..." ᴵⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ : The Maiar Valaina is sent to Middle-Earth and gets involved with the infamous Dark Lord, getting caught in a web of lies and deception. Although this one might just be a little sweeter. "𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊." Annatar x fem!Oc Rings of Power s2 Started: 10/7/2025 Finished: - DO NOT REPOST. THIS STORY IS ONLY ON WATTPAD IF YOU SEE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE PLEASE INFORM ME. Best ranking so far: #2-annatar (17/7/25) #3-halbrand (3/9/25)

She was an elf, a twisted elf. She hid away with the dark lord and took away her only chance to become queen of Rivendell, but unfortunately she gave herself up to sauron, the darkest one.

Forged by forgotten magic and shaped by the wisdom of ages, she was unlike any who walked the lands of Middle-earth. A witch born of shadow and light, she stood at Númenor's heart-beloved, powerful, and timeless. But not even she could remain untouched by the quiet turning of fate. When a mysterious man arrives with a name not quite his own, she is pulled into a tangle of shifting loyalties, uneasy alliances, and choices that ripple beyond the island's shores. In an age of rising darkness, not all battles are fought with swords-and not all truths are easily seen. This is a story spun from the edges of legend-of a witch, a world, and a choice quietly woven into the larger tapestry of Middle-earth.

just a quick blurb that ties in to my Do We Let Them Stand Alone canon. Mairon forges a crown for Melkor. edit: #1 in annatar?!?!

Numenor in the days of Ar-Pharazon the Golden is a dark and dangerous place. Evil had the King's unquestioning ear. The greatest race of Humanity fears the Darkness, and people will do the unthinkable for fear. For one innocent child, the struggle between Light and Dark, Truth and Secret, will define her very existence

...It is the year 1500 of the Second age of Middle-Earth, far to the west, along the walls of the Dwarf Kingdom of Moria, lay the kingdom of Eregion. Populated mostly by the Noldor and previously ruled by the now Lord and Lady of Lothlorien, Celeborn and Galadriel, this kingdom thrived during this age. For its smiths were that of wonder and grace, showing craftsmanship of that which had not been seen since the days of Feanor. This region and its capital of Ost-in-Edhil were now ruled over by a descendent of Feanor, Celebrimbor, who resided there with his Wife and Daughter. During these years, Celebrimbor begun to have trade dealings with the Dwarves of Khazad-Dum. Both cities thrived under these conditions, but like most things in Middle-Earth, something dark and wicked creeps up under these certain circumstances...

"-Celebrimbor! Come stai, nipotino mio?- domandò Nerdanel guardando nel palantìr. -Nonna, ho quasi due ere, non puoi chiamarmi ancora così!- -Tu sarai sempre il mio nipotino!-" Una normale conversazione tra nonna e nipote consiste, naturalmente, di raccomandazioni di mangiare regolarmente, non prendere freddo, trovarsi una ragazza ed evitare di creare nuovi artefatti magici che diano la possibilità ad un oscuro signore del male di tentare la conquista della Terra di Mezzo.

ON HOLD: WILL CONTINUE AFTER PREQUEL IS REWRITTEN! Sequel to "Vanafin: Fulfilling Feanor's Oath". The Second Age has begun. Vanafin, Celebrimbor, Aearion, and their new friend-a mysterious half-elf who claims to be the son of Lady Haleth-named Durion must find a way to survive in this new land of Middle-Earth. Morgoth has been chained up and taken away, Sauron has gone missing in the war, Beleriand has fallen beneath the sea, Elros has chosen to lead the race of men on the island of Numenor. All elves that remain in Middle-Earth now turn their head to one elf who has not yet paid the price of the Kinslayings; many of those elves won't stop the hunt until he is dead. Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Middle-Earth. All of that belongs to JRR Tolkien. I just simply wish to share some possible ideas for what it would be like if there were more Feanorians in Middle-Earth.

"I feel at peace here." Halbrand says simply. But heaviness lies on what he omits. His peace cannot last. "Treasure it for you will depart soon. Your place is in the Southlands, by your people." It's an assertion to herself too. She feels the weight her sentence carries. Reminding him of his duty is a familiar refrain, only now the gravity settles. Now there are people to guide; what they need is a king. "My place is with you." Eregion, after Halbrand is healed. The fate of the rings is decided between stolen kisses and promises.

Vanyë was just a normal Elf in Rivendell before someone new came into her life. Someone unexpected. Sauron had been living under the name 'Annatar' in the first age in Rivendell, whilst creating the rings of power. He was anything but normal, and he would do anything to keep that a secret. Vanyë met Annatar, and something clicked, though neither accepted it at first. They discover things about each other that one another thought would stay hidden forever.

I'm sure my tale won't fall upon open ears. But if I write this before the water rises and I am lost forever, perhaps someone might gain a glimmer of insight into my tormented soul. I shan't claim to have a desire to be understood, but a desire to confess, certainly. I thought I made the right decision, as I am told is rather common. Regret, that is. Perhaps it was the right decision. Perhaps I was, accidentally, a nail in the coffin of evil, or perhaps I was fighting on the right side. My name, as it is known, is cursed in every tongue. I am the Deceiver, the Betrayer, the Defiler. They have many names for me. Perhaps, one day, they will be remembered not in hatred but in regret, sadness, resigned frustration. Those are the emotions that occur when anger cools. I, certainly, should know. You know who I am. But, if you're slow and haven't caught on yet, you may refer to me by any of these four names (I don't respond to the Defiler): Mairon, Gorthaur, Annatar, or, if you still don't know who I am, Sauron.

Alone for so many years in the tumultuous world of the First and Second Ages, Celebrimbor, Son of Curufin, has found solace and purpose in his craft. Yet strife with his cousin Galadriel, the High King Gil-Galad, and his lieutenant Elrond Peredhel, brew beneath the surface. Orcs still roam and the elven kingdoms are small strongholds in a vast land, though tentative peace reigns over the West of Middle Earth. Though content in his work and as leader of the guild of smiths the Gwaith-i-Mirdain, Celebrimbor's life changes with the arrival of the mysterious Annatar, who offers him his heart's desire. And in the East, the quiet rumble of evil begins anew, turning the heads of all free peoples of Middle Earth. Suddenly caught amidst a storm of light and shadow, good and evil, self and purpose, Celebrimbor must look within to find his strength. And there, at the centre of his passion and hope, lies an idea; an idea for Three Rings, an idea that will shape the next Ages of all Arda. Welcome all those from the dumb Amazon show!! Canon compliant with J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion and other works. I strive for complete historical accuracy with the stories I write of. Gore, death, battle, and eventual torture. Please be warned of potential triggers.

Scandalous posters, showing Lord Sauron and Celebrimbor, flooded Mordor and disturbed the pleasant life of the community. Was this some inferior move done by the evil West? Title is from a polish book Przedwiośnie [The Coming Spring] and means "glass houses". It is one of the concepts of state development, which are discussed in this book, - utopia. It's an idealistic vision of a country.

UNDERGOING REWRITE AUGUST 2021 Fëanoriel Chronicles Book 5 - * - * - YEAR 51 FOURTH AGE After impulsive heroics at the Second Battle of the Pelennor, Aderthon, nephew of King Elessar through Elrohir, is bound to a First Age ring of power that keeps his spirit bound to Arda and sundered from the Undying Lands. Hope is in short supply for him in the months that follow. With Orodruin dormant, none know how to destroy it other than to seek for the ruins of the fortress of Morgoth, Utumno, where some of the forges may still be lit. But no one knows where to find them. When a mysterious elf arrives in Minas Anor claiming he can guide them, for a price, a quest is set to travel to the East to seek the ruins of Utumno. A fellowship of seven is chosen to keep Aderthon safe, both from the outside world and from himself. - * - NEW EXCERPT - * - Ironic. Fate, doom, seemed to truly love to damn Fëanor's line to atonement for an oath ill-sworn. He had Lady Lúthien's blood as well. Was her part in Sauron's downfall catching up with her descendants through his ring? Movement beyond the Ring of Berúthiel tore his thoughts away. The two young men, both singled out of their training with the Citadel Guard as prime candidates for the Red Company had stood back up tall. Aderthon couldn't help flashing them a small smirk. He took a quick drink. Moving back over to their large, packed dirt circle, he twisted his wrist, Galmegil glinting golden red in the dawn. He didn't train his recruits with blunt swords. Neither his, nor theirs. The Red Company took only the best. It would always take only the best. Either they controlled themselves enough to neither harm nor be harmed, or they did not belong. Perhaps the Doom of Mandos hung over them. Perhaps they had no hope of finding a way to destroy this accursed ring. But as the recruits, Berenor and Malrin, stood ready to oppose him without hesitation, Aderthon just nodded. They would just have to do without hope, then.

-¿Por que saltaste? -Siento... que aun hay algo mas, algo que no comprendo, pero que se debo hacer- murmure, luego voltee a verla divertida- ademas, prometi no alejarme, asi que necesitaras mas para deshacerte de mi- ambas reimos. -Me alegra tenerte conmigo, aqui. -Yo tambien.

[𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓾𝓷𝓪] ↳(𝙉.) 𝘼 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚; 𝘼 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩. ∘◦ ❈ ◦∘ In which Amariel does everything in her power to reunite with her mother, only to be majorly side-tracked with Middle-Earth's problems along the way. ∘◦ ❈ ◦∘ (✔️) Legolas X OC (✔️) Adventures and Battles (✔️) LotR, but with my own twist (✔️) Secrets and Mysteries (✔️) [A lot of] Sindarin Elvish (Translations at the bottom of the chapter) (✖️) Completed (In Progress) ∘◦ ❈ ◦∘ **𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗** - I DO NOT OWN LOTR, ITS CHARACTERS, LORE, OR ITS PLOT! THAT BELONGS TO JRR TOLKIEN! - I DO, HOWEVER, OWN MY ADDED CHARACTERS, LORE, AND PLOT! - ART THAT IS NOT UNDER THE "-KTW" WATERMARK IS NOT MINE, AND I DO NOT CLAIM IT AS SUCH. OWNERSHIP GOES TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST. IF IT IF YOURS, AND YOU WOULD LIKE IT TAKEN DOWN, MESSAGE ME. - BOOK COVER MADE BY ME. ∘◦ ❈ ◦∘ **ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ** #1 in Annatar -- 1/11/21 #1 in TheStarAwards -- 1/20/21 #2 in LegolasGreenleaf -- 5/9/21 #2 in LegolasXOC -- 4/23/23 #3 in Maiar -- 3/31/23 #5 in OneRing -- 1/19/21 ∘◦ ❈ ◦∘ **𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜** • 1st in the Spice Awards under Fanfiction

If he knew what awaited for him in the Middle Earth, he would have returned sooner. Halbrand is a man with a dark past, but where will his choices lead him? He starts to crave for light in his life when he finds the peace in the eyes of a mysterious young woman he spots in the great port that welcomes the Numenoreans in the Southlands.