histórias de Jrrtolkien

Before the Valar sang the first note, before starlight kissed Arda's soil, he walked alone. Born of Eru Ilúvatar's divine breath-the cosmic flame that forged existence-he is Aelion, the First Flame, the silent architect of Middle Earth. Timeless, unyielding, magnificent in elven form, Aelion watched as elves awoke, kingdoms rose, and darkness slithered from the East. Now, as shadows gather and legends stir once more, he must step forward-not as myth, but as power incarnate. With secrets older than the Silmarils and a love that defies fate, his story will reshape Middle Earth's destiny... and challenge even the legacy of the One Ring.

a rewrite of The Hobbit reader insert ❗❗pictures and GIFs used in this fic does not belong to me❗❗ ❗❗The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings does not belong to me❗❗

"Take my Hand!" I begged. "No-" "Thorin I'm trying to save your life not ask you to marry me!" I screamed while grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the cliff face.

Lethia. A fighter. A survivor. She has lived though torment and death, forever trying to forget the horrors of the past. Lothlorien has become her home, though her heart could never truly belong. Many Galadrim Elves say her name brings bad luck. Sweet Oblivion, a thing Lethia has often contemplated. Oblivion, Death, To end her mental torment. The scars on the outside stand as a stark reminder to her past, but no one can tell when the mental scars will heal. She is lost, living out her life in meaningless routine, trying to ignore the call of the blade that could end her troubles in one swift blow. Yet, one day, her life is changed when she is sent to Erebor to protect the royal family. They can see through her veil of normality, into the torment she hides from the world. With the dwarves at her side, maybe, just maybe, she can return from the brink... *I don't own any of the characters, locations etc. except Lethia and a few others. All credit goes to JRR Tolkien. Credit to Birina goes to @The_Hells_Angel ** Warning: this book does deal with some mature themes, such as self-harm and body image. I am sorry if this offends anyone, this story is not written to offend, it is purely part of the storyline. Feel free to message me if you have any concerns. *** This is based around before the dwarves lost Erebor, I can't guarantee that all the timelines will match though

This story is based on family trees found in the Appendicies of "The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King". The main characters are children of our hobbit heroes and the misadventures they find themselves in after Bilbo invites them to the Second House of Elrond in Valinor. In the Shire they thought the most amazing things were stories, but now Ely, Frodo, and Faramir find themselves in their own story, filled with goblins, elves, mystery, enchantment, and danger.

It started in the meadow. I can't get over the chemistry Galadriel and Halbrand had so I decided to spill what I feel in here! Haven't written in such a long time so this is going to be rusty. Still, I hope you guys like it.

Gale doesn't want to go with her mentor on a journey. There are some things that even a wizard can't protect his apprentice from: her family. She'd only met her fathers brother once and once was enough. What if the rest of her family had the same opinion of her, specifically of who her mother was? Well, she'd find out eventually. It's not like she has a choice in the matter. She'd just have to figure out how to survive her stoic uncle, over enthusiastic cousin, and figure out how to get working magic all without letting them know she's half elf.

Even Dark lord's get that festive feeling...and no one deserves to be alone at Yuletide...right? All credit goes to the man himself, the Professor, JRR Tolkien! I am merely borrowing his world to spread some festive joy, even to the meanest of us all...everyone needs a little Christmas love! Cover: created using the wonderful fanart of Phobs. Media: Sir Christopher Lee - Jingle Hell

Middle-earth was at peace. But peace does not mean safety. Born on the Night of the Veiled Stars-when the constellations vanished and a single unknown star burned bright-you were never meant to be ordinary. The daughter of Queen Arwen Undómiel and King Aragorn Elessar, your arrival was celebrated across Gondor... and feared in the shadows. On the night of your birth, dark forces breached the walls of Minas Tirith, drawn by an ancient prophecy that spoke of a child born beneath hidden stars-one touched by a power long thought faded from the world. Seven years later, the world smiles again. You laugh, you bicker with your brother Eldarion, you tug at your mother's hair during long evenings and grow bored of sword displays and courtly affairs. Yet every night, the same dreams return: orcs, witches, chanting voices that know your name. As your parents struggle to protect both their realm and their child, something stirs within you-quiet, ancient, and patient. Because some stars do not vanish forever. And some children are born to change the fate of Middle-earth.

The story of a Sindar and Silvan elf that began among the trees of Greenwood the Great and now only remains alive in the heart of the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm. Part 1 (Prequel) of The Elvenking and Elvenqueen of Mirkwood Series. Cover made by @arrthurpendragon

A book of Candy's artwork for the Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, etc. *updates are very slow in this*

You fell from the sky into a world unknown to you, with creatures unknown to you and places you could have never imagined. You were found by and elven master and his assistant and brought into the safety of their realm. Memories of your identity and origin had yet to come back.

The Fourth Age dawned in peace. But peace is a seed easily withered. Long have the kingdoms of Men prospered beneath the rule of the King Elessar, and in the North, Gerithor, once a ranger and warrior of renown, now serves as Warden, keeping order in a land once scarred by war. Though he trains his children in the ways of leadership and arms, his own days of high adventure seem long behind him. But the East does not sleep. When a cloaked stranger brings word of a rising darkness beyond the lands of Mordor, old fears stir anew. A forgotten threat, older than the crowns of Men, begins to stir-and the burden of defiance falls not to the heroes of old, but to their sons and daughters. Now the Children of the North must rise, for the fate of Middle-earth once more hangs by a thread.

To help me keep track of potentially the largest collection that I own, and to feed your curiosity about what Tolkien related items I own.

⭐ Requests Open ⭐ Hello fellow reader! I hope all that scrolling and clicking of a mouse will finally be worth it when your eyes catch this book. Here you'll venture into Middle-Earth and find yourself alongside your favourite characters and crushes. Engage in battle and chaos? Or just have a good time together, the choice is yours! Author Note: I will not accept requests that tie into anything sexual or past my discomfort, although feel free to request anything you like otherwise and I'll see what I can do! ⭐ OfAllThingsYou ⭐

¥-----CANCELLED-----¥ Faenel Eleth, a simple guard from Lóthlorein has to journey to Imaldris and Mirkwood to warn her kin of the coming darkness by order of Lady Galadriel, but when she reaches Imaldris she never expected to see a group of dwarves from Erobor with a halfling named Bilbo Baggins on her journey. She soon finds out the dwarves are on a journey of their own to reclaim their home from the dragon Smaug. Faenel goes with them after the leave Imaldris because it just so happens that they were going to take the elven road through Mirkwood to get to Lake Town, but what happens when the wood elves of Mirkwood captured them and take them to the Elven King Thranduil for questioning. What happens when Faenel and Thranduil feel their faë's connect. What secret is Faenel's mother hiding from her? ••••I DO NOT OWN ANY ARTWORK IN THIS STORY NOR DO I OWN THE HOBBIT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BESIDES FAENEL, MALRIN, MAENOR, AND OTHER CHARACTERS YET TO BE REVEALED•••• 🏅4 in haldir🏅 🏅167 in gandalf🏅 🏅102 in elves🏅 🏅164 in thranduil🏅 🏅17 in elrond🏅 🏅14 in celeborn🏅 🏅74 in galadriel🏅

"Not all those who wander are lost" A collection of one-shots for the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion etc.

In the name of Merriment I have created the; 'Official Fellowship of the Fans Contest' A book dedicated to the continuing support of our colourful fandom. As fans of a fanfic writing community we should foster good cheer and encouragements to one another. So, Gandalf's Challenge is born! Gandalf is a wise old wizard with plenty of stories to tell, but let's not forget how he likes to help give others a little shove out the door - so they can make stories of their own adventures too. Are you up for taking Gandalf's Challenge, and joining the fellowship of the fans on this quest...mission...thing? Good! Well what are you waiting for, come on in and read all about it!

Happily Ever After: The Hobbit & The Lord of The Rings one shot book. Where there is always a happily ever after.. The one shots will very in length but will likely be pretty long and probably in more than one part. All stories have a happy ending! I'll have a page on the rules of requests.

A path had been cut through the wheat field, not wide, just enough to show a person had entered. Rosie followed the path of broken stems to what at first glance was a bundle of clothes. She took her walking cane and gave it a gentle poke. In a flash the bundle took the form of a child, moving away with tiny hands raised over their grubby face. It was a girl, long tangled hair blown about her face, obscuring the layer of grime that was only broken by tear tracks; her clothes were of the wintertime that passed several months ago and her cheekbones were more pronounced than they should ever be on one so young. At her age, she should be cherubic, but instead, she reminded Rosie of a walking skeleton. The girl whimpered as if expecting a blow. Rosie fell slowly to her knees - though she was only a few inches taller than the human child to begin with - so as not to spook the child; she palled her lunch from her basket and held out her hand, "Are you hungry?" The child let her hands fall and she simply stared at the Hobbit in front of her, the child stood so still, unsure if Rosie was friend or foe. The old Hobbit sat up and backed away, letting the girl come forwards. When the apple was gone the child began to cry and came to Rose with arms open wide. She did not know it yet but the young girl clinging to the front of her apron would live a life of adventures one could only dream of...