Historias de Legolas

(Kind of a slow burn...?) ~♥︎ Gandalf nodded, responding in an equally hushed voice. You strained to hear, trying to pick up his words- But suddenly, a pair of hands covered your ears. ♥︎~ [ 26th of May - 15th of June: #1 in Legolas] [10th of June - 24th of June: #1 in Lotr] [11th of June - 12th of June: #4 in readerxcharacter] Most of the characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

Nîdeth, daughter of King Thranduil, grew up in the shadow of a love she never received. No matter how hard she tried-studying tirelessly, perfecting her talents, obeying every expectation-her father's gaze never lingered on her the way she wished. His cold distance shaped her childhood, and his lack of acknowledgment carved a quiet ache in her heart. As she grew older, Nîdeth pushed herself harder and harder, desperate for even a single moment of his approval. But this longing only dragged her down a darker path, one that eventually led to her own downfall. Then everything changed. One morning, Nîdeth opened her eyes and found herself small again-no taller than a child. She ran to the mirror and saw the impossible: she was only seven years old, her life rewound to the very age when her loneliness began. This time, she vows things will be different. This time, she will build a life filled with joy, warmth, and purpose-one not dependent on a father who could not love her. Nîdeth will grow into her future again, but on her own terms.

Farren and her brother Aragorn have wandered Middle Earth for the best part of a century, however with the discovery of the One Ring Farren is thrown into an epic journey across the lands, surrounded by old and new faces. Including a certain Mirkwood Prince who left her 50 years ago with no explanation. Farren has never known why Legolas suddenly left her and Aragorn all those years ago. Can the fellowship bring their friendship back together? Will their friendship grow to something more? Or will the darkness of Mordor overtake the land? Farren has far more power than she can possible comprehend, a power that Middle Earth has never seen before. Her destiny as the heiress of Isildur is far more convoluted than anyone could ever have predicted.

LEGOLAS X OC. TENTH WALKER. Leigh Ann woke up in a forest with a strange ring on her finger and a blade on her neck. A medieval looking man and a certain elf prince came to her view and questions were left to be answered. HAPPY ENDING! Movie-verse. Heavy Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. #1 in lordoftherings ❤️ 3-1-2019 #1 in thehobbit 💙 25-4-2019

There was a dragon that Morgoth created. A young female. She was created right after the black Ancalagon, lord of all dragons. Morgoth thought that he would be successful after so many years with loss, but he was wrong. Since being the only female dragon of his creation, she sought affation with Smaug the terrible. Soon enough, he died. The young female dragon survived and was taken in by the gray wizard Gandalf at the end of the battle of the five armies. She pledged herself to help him in any way she could in his travel. Gandalf took her often to Lothlorien and Galadriel. The lady if the light was kind to the young she dragon and soon enough she learned the power of shapeshifting. She would follow Gandalf on his travels and noe they were making for The Shire. Follow the young dragon o her jorney to destroy the one ring.

Elenneth, Lady of Lórien and daughter of Galadriel, leaves the safety of her golden wood to accompany the Company of Thorin Oakenshield on their perilous quest. Gifted with a mysterious blade whose power even she cannot fully command, Elenneth soon finds herself entangled not only in the dangers of the road but in rising tensions with a certain elvish prince whose pride - and past - clash sharply with her own. As shadows gather and her blade awakens to threats unseen, Elenneth must confront challenges that test her loyalties, her strength, and the legacy she carries from her mother's line.

(Slow burn) When you fear that your feelings for the Elvenking are wrong considering that he is much older than you, you look elsewhere, hoping to forget him. But after things take a turn, you might be closer to getting what you have always dreamed of. When unexpected events occur, you will be torn between two important choices: stay in a place that will cause you eternal pain or leave your dreams behind and move on with your life. What Y/N doesn't expect is that feelings sometimes manage to slip even in the most stubborn of hearts. - Mild mature scenes - Big age gap relationships - Mentions of death and grief - Some violence (I do not own anything that was created by Tolkien)

There are guardians even in Middle-earth, though no song or scroll names them. The Hanu (Han- new) walk unseen - keepers of chaos and order, bound by oaths older than the Valar themselves. Their shield is secrecy; their duty, eternal. Few know their presence. Fewer still understand their burden. As the Fellowship gathers and the Shadow grows, another story moves quietly alongside. The Guardian of Balance does not stand in councils nor lead in battle - but walks the spaces in between, where choice and consequence bend unseen. This is a tale of parallel paths: a hidden watcher bound to Middle-earth, whose silent influence brushes against the great journey, though her name will never be written in the Red Book. 📌 A crossover of Tolkien's legendarium and the Hanu Chronicles - not a retelling, but a parallel myth, unfolding in the quiet between great deeds.

What becomes of a soul when the darkness within threatens to eclipse the light around it? Middle-Earth has weathered countless storms and wars, but in the shadowed folds of the Third Age, a new and ancient evil stirs. Amidst Men, Hobbits, and Elves, walks Assena Greywood - daughter of a soldier... and a Witch. She moves like the whisper of the wind through autumn leaves - graceful, untamed, and fiercely alive. Gifted with the raw power to command the elements, Assena is a tempest cloaked in beauty, a force of nature both mesmerizing and dangerous. Yet beneath the steady calm of her gaze lies a storm of secrets. In a world where women are not meant to wield power, and Witches even less, her strength is both a rebellion and a curse. She walks a path fraught with newfound friendships, tangled beliefs, and the aching weight of a destiny she did not choose. All that hangs in the balance - the fate of Middle-Earth itself - rests on one unyielding truth: the One Ring must be destroyed. And in the heart of that perilous journey, Assena's story unfolds; like the first breath of dawn through a twilight sky. ~ Started: December 2024 Completed: May 2025 DUN DUN DUN I love middle earth Also for reference this is a Legolas SLOWBURN 🤩 I suggest knowing the narrative before reading this personal mind mess. Solely because it would make it all the more enjoyable and understandable. Yet if you haven't and you're into a bit of fantastical adventure, come along for the ride!! For fans, not all details are book/film accurate! (Like, Assena is a Witch for starters) but don't fret! I have included the best things from the Tolkien and Peter Jackson world hopefully!!! Chapters with * are flashbacks :)

Aúthiel has always been alone. Her dark past is splattered with blood and she struggles everyday to live with what she has done. She depends on no-one, and trusts very few. However, when the wizard Gandalf asks her to go in his stead to assist four young hobbits, she gets pulled into an adventure which changes everything. With an age-old enemy constantly searching for her and danger at every turn, will Aúthiel be able to protect the fellowship and herself, or will she fall to the darkness like her people before her? *This fan-fiction is based on 'The Lord of The Rings' film trilogy directed by Peter Jackson, but may contain some ideas and scenes from book by J.R.R. Tolkein that I particularly enjoyed, or that would contribute to my storyline. All rights to the characters in this story, except for Aúthiel, belong to Peter Jackson and J.R.R. Tolkein. There is no copyright intended. *

"To fight evil; you must first understand the dark." From the blood of Dragons, a child shall rise, Born of fire and fear, her fate sealed with lies. For she is the chosen, the one who will bring A reign of darkness, a world with its dark king. : [BOOK 1] A tale of a young Ranger with a destiny to fulfil. Through a company of 13 Dwarves, a Hobbit and a Wizard, Anaynah embarks on a journey of self-discovery, love, loss and duty. For many years, Anaynah has been in solitude, living in regret of her past horrors. However, when a certain Grey Pilgrim tracks her down and offers her the chance for redemption, it changes the course of destiny. The prophecised one must choose to undo her predecessor's damage, or she too will fall into the abyss of darkness and power. What must she sacrifice? Where do her loyalties lie? Will her heart and spirit stay pure, or will she succumb to the prophecy that speaks of her depravity? [Book 1] Updates Every Weekend An Unexpected Journey [COMPLETED, BEING EDITED] The Desolation of Smaug [COMPLETED, BEING EDITDED] The Battle of the Five Armies [COMPLETED, BEING EDITDED] Highest Rankings #1 in Lord of the Rings #1 in Smaug #1 in Fili #6 in Kili -I do not own The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings. I only own added themes and characters outside of the work of Tolkien

Amber, the fourth and youngest child of Elrond Half-elven, walks the space between myth and memory-rarely spoken of in the tales of old, yet impossible to forget once seen. With hair that changes with the seasons and eyes that shift with emotion, she is a living embodiment of change, of beauty unbound by tradition or courtly restraint. While her siblings were raised beneath the guiding hand of expectation, Amber grew like wild ivy-untamed, clever, and resolutely herself. Now, with the tides of time turning and danger stirring once more in the darker corners of the world, Amber is no longer content to be hidden in the shadows of Rivendell or Lórien. She steps into the wider lands of Middle-earth not as a quiet daughter of legend, but as a force unto herself-curious, fierce, and determined to find the truth of who she is beyond the weight of lineage. It is in the ancient forest halls of Mirkwood where her journey begins anew. For the first time, Amber walks beneath the emerald canopy of the Woodland Realm-and there, fate weaves an unexpected thread into her path: the prince of that land, mysterious and keen-eyed, with a voice like river stone and a smile that reveals very little, yet somehow says everything. Their first meeting is not gentle, but charged-like two opposing winds colliding in a storm. And yet, despite the clash of their wild spirits, or perhaps because of it, something within Amber stirs-a quiet fascination, a pull she cannot ignore. The prince is unlike anyone she has ever known: steady where she is chaotic, shadowed where she is sunlight. He does not flinch at her strangeness. He sees it, and perhaps, understands it. In his silence, she finds a mirror. Amber, daughter of stars and flame, is falling-not in battle, nor in fear-but perhaps in love. Will she find the courage to confess her feelings to the prince of the wood? Or will her heart remain another secret hidden among the trees?

"If her race was so powerful how come they're all gone?" Boromir questioned as he pointed at young girl. Elrond went to defend the her, but she cut him off by stabbing her knife into the wooden table that was beside her. "My parents wanted peace. They refused to fight, even when they broke down our walls, they refused to shed blood, and my people followed. They surrendered, and they were slaughtered." "So how would a pacifist help us on this journey to destroy evil? Especially when she sits beside the enemy!" Gimli pointed out. "I said my parents wanted to peace. As Boromir pointed out so kindly, all my people are gone. I'm the only one left of them, and I want to see their killers' heads on spikes. And Dur is not your enemy. He saved me, he killed hundreds of his own kind to get me to safety. I trust him, that's why I stand beside him." "Why would an orc help a child?" Aragorn finally asked, and Durmragha looked down at his little companion and she nodded. "Little Lady people surrender, and my people killed. No honor. Little Lady fought. Little lady killed to defend, Little Lady fought with honor. Defend honor, kill the honorless."

When they journeyed together Gimli and Legolas became close, but till their ship sailed for the grey lands, Gimli wondered what had caused Legolas' hatred of the Dwarven Race. He, like all others assumed that the hatred stemmed from Thranduil's teachings. But Gimli could never know that the cause of Legolas' stone heart was the haunting memory of radiant sapphire eyes, hair like spun sunlight, a cheeky grin and button nose. This is Her story.

Lady Lirien is daughter of Lady Celebrian and Lord Elrond. Hidden in Rivendell for centuries, only few known her existence. Her father tried to hide her from the world. She held a great power after all... it couldn't last forever so... after some accident, she is sent to Mirkwood to save the forest... and perhaps save someone else...

Lorillis Malfoy was a master of the blood arts. Ritual magic was her specialty, but when she is interrupted during one, the mistakes are grave. Ending up in a different universe called middle earth, suddenly having pointy ears and being lady Galadriels long lost immortal sister, with memories she didn't have before, things are never easy. Until she meets her mate in the king, when he find out just how special she truly is. After all, acting innocent will only get you so far. thranduil x OC LOTR x HP this is not a y/n story.

At the dawn of the Fourth Age in Tolkien's Middle Earth, a Queen's duty is no fairytale! While Legolas travels with the fellowship, leaving Thranduil to prepare the Woodland Realm for their greatest challenge!! But when the last flames are extinguished, who will be left standing? Book Two in the House of Greenleaves series (Don't forget to read Daughter of Arnor first). This book is subject to a complete Re-edit now that book one is finished. Please note my books follow the Lord of the Rings book lore and chronology as much as possible.

The North has fallen. Mithlond burns. Frodo never returned from Mordor. Now the tide of darkness rises unchecked, sweeping across Middle-earth like a second great shadow. In this alternate retelling of the War of the Ring, the free peoples stand scattered and broken. Glorfindel, once a beacon of light, is taken by Sauron, his fate unknown. Caledorn, a solemn elven warrior, is sent east in search of Rukil, a rebel Easterling warlord who may hold the key to survival. Meanwhile, Gerithor, a seasoned Dúnedain ranger, and the dwarf Kalan brave the storm in the South, seeking to aid Helm's Deep before it is crushed beneath the weight of a united host of Orcs, Corsairs, and traitors. As alliances fray and hope fades, a handful of heroes must rise not to win, but to endure. To buy time. To light a single torch against the night. Because sometimes, the end is not victory. Sometimes, the Last Stand is all that remains. Following the events of Defenders of Middle Earth Part One, this AU details what would have happened if the Fellowship, and Gerithor's company, had failed in their tasks.

【Ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ　ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　Ｍａｄｈｏｕｓｅ】 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒮 𝑀𝒜𝒴 𝒪𝑅 𝑀𝒜𝒴 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒮𝒫𝒪𝐼𝐿 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐼𝑀𝒜𝒢𝐼-𝒩𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝒮𝒯𝒪𝑅𝒴. 𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟 𝒜𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒪𝒲𝒩 𝑅𝐼𝒮𝒦, 𝐻𝒪𝑀𝐸𝐵𝒪𝒴𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝐻𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿𝒮! This is where the random junk goes. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. also, ｓｍｉｌｅ ｆｏｒ Ｈａｕｒｃｈｅｆａｎｔ, please and thank you.

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.