Mordor Stories

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 'Come on, dance with me. The earth is spinning. We can't just stand on it' - Dino Ahmetović No one can outrun Fate. When she plucks on your heart strings, the music that follows is inevitable. "I have dreamed many dreams over many years, but never once did I dream that I would find a soul as beautiful as yours." Aragorn X f!oc

"𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠." A traitor to her former king, an outcast to some, and a stranger to even herself, a child of war and shadow is faced with a war of her own as she drags the chains of her past through the dirt of battlefields old and new. #1 IN LOTR --- DECEMBER 2022, AUGUST 2024 #1 in MIDDLEEARTH --- January 2023 #1 in GONDOR --- August 2022, March 2023, April 2023

Ember Skygem is a Hobbit. She wasn't the prettiest Hobbit (to herself that is. She had no idea what others thought), but she was quite talented. Ember took lessons from Elvish blacksmiths. She learned how to make weapons and jewlery. Her favorite things to make were rings; consequently, her collection was large. But a horrific memory keeps following her, so Ember goes to her adoptive Aunt's house every few months, who lives in Bree. Her Aunt helps her distract her from the memory when her adoptive parents are too busy to help her themselves. But when 4 hobbits walk into the bar of the inn, Ember is faced with a choice: find out what is so secretive about these hobbits and have the memory present in her mind, or stay with her Aunt to temporarily forget the stalking horror? ---------- The only character I know in Ember unless I say so otherwise. The rest I give full credit to J. R. R. Tolkien, the best author in the world. I will do my best to incorporate details from the book, but I will mostly be going off the movie because that is just easier. And for those of you who really care, this is a Frodo fanfic. But it's not what you think it is. Have fun and tell me what you think about my first fanfiction!! 😊❤️😉

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.

In the suffocating darkness of Barad-dur there sits Sauron the Great and waits for something that should never happen...

The old wizard looked straight into the young man's eyes, his gaze seeming to pierce to the very soul. "There is never only one light, Khelek. Even if you see no others, never forget the Flame that sparks all lights." A Fanfiction taking place about twenty years prior to the Lord of the Rings. I hope you enjoy. I own nothing. *Updated Version*

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Bright Lord in his Bright forge, One for the Dark Lord on his Dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. As the realms of Men starts to fall, from Gondor to Rohan, Y/N and Celebrimbor's quest takes them far beyond the borders of Mordor as Sauron's power has grown perilously over the years, his reach extending through the lands as he calls for the One Ring and re-establishes strongholds in the west and north of Middle-earth. Forced to operate from the shadows, Y/N and Celebrimbor must bide their time-gathering strength, acquiring knowledge, and mastering the powers of the New Ring. Only when the time is right will they rally their allies across the land and stand united for one final battle to reclaim the freedom of Middle-earth one last time

The ruined King named viego that was defeated by Miss you ahri yasuo braum illoai pyke they set out to find there own separate ways ahri Will get in touch of her ansisters

In the land of Mordor the Darklord kyluron has taken the one ring. The worlds are endanger until the heroes of the other worlds band an alliance. Kyluron was defeated and the armies of kyluron where gone to tribes killing each other. Over years Mordor was for the orcs until he came back for revenge.

"The history you read was a lie. The heroes you loved are puppets. And the monsters? They are the only ones left who are truly free." When the world went white, I expected the halls of Mandos. Instead, I woke up in the harsh heat of the Haradrim deserts with the knowledge of a world that shouldn't exist. I wasn't alone. Others like me have been dropped into the cracks of Arda, tasked by a silent deity to tear down the 'Paradise' Celebrimbor has built. This story is a Total War: Divide and Conquer (Epic Unity Rework) Roleplay. Chapters follow campaign turns, with expanded narrative scenes focusing on character development, BL romance, and the 'Dark Pact' AU."Feel free to send ocs and suggestions As the Jewel of Gondor falls and the 'Unified' Light of the West begins its slow, suffocating crawl across the map, I have to do the unthinkable. I must lead the tribes of the Shadow, forge an alliance with the outcasts of Rhûn and the remnants of Angmar, and face the men I once idolized on the battlefield. But winning the war is only half the battle. In the quiet hours after the swords are put away, I have to look into the hollow, glowing eyes of captured knights and elven lords-men like Boromir and Faramir-and find a way to break Celebrimbor's golden chains. Time is unravelling. The Pact is forming. And in this new Middle-earth, the darkness is the only place left to hide the heart. As he manages his campaign from the war-tents of the South, he isn't just fighting for territory; he's fighting to "liberate" the handsome lords of the West from their gilded brainwashing. But in a world of shifting alliances and obsessive love, can he lead the "Evil" factions to victory without losing his own soul to the shadow?

I do not really know for sure what happened to me, but I moved to a city and things just started to happen. Like if I were the moving stone for everything in this city. Some of the people giving me slight bow to other people trying to kill me. But as a lady in distress, the knight in shiny armour came to save me. Wait, let me rephrase it, ten knights and a weirdo in a cape. An Arthur inspired one this is.

Rowan was once again at peace. This is where she belonged. Not with Legolas but with Èomer. Where they could live until their death.

She finds her way home, back to where she belongs with her true family when disaster strikes. Her own mother seeks out to wipe out her father and brother and take ownership over the Mirkwood lands along with her newly wed husband, Sauron. Whith this problem to deal, The dwarves are seeking to retrieve the lonely mountain when a battle strikes when all her enemy's are to be found in one war. She is to bring death to her mother and create peace between the Dwarves, Will she sucseed or does all else fail?

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

The crows of Middle-Earth see everything. From the awakening of the Elves to the blackening of the Southlands and the fall of Eregion. In the decaying citadel of Pelargir, Helena Stormcrow walks under the guise of peace. In reality, she seeks to protect the deadly secret which has kept her people powerful for centuries. In the west, Lady Elia, former vice-emissary to Lord Celebrimbor, lives in a self-imposed exile with her hyperpeceptive daughter Sirea--trying to shake away the shadows of what happened in Eregion--until an orc pack drives them from hiding, into Gil-Galad's game. Told from multiple perspectives, Nine of Crows is a slow-burn, deeply haunting epic of grief, love, and political intrigue as secrets take flight in black feathers, and the Nine begin to rise... CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, several moderately graphic injuries, light romantic affection (hand holding and a kiss with several moments of flirting), heavy themes of trauma, PTSD, depression, and grief. UPDATE: I AM WORKING ON FIXING THE CHAPTERS AS WE SPEAK. I KNOW THEY ARE NOT TITLED RIGHT BECAUSE I LOST COUNT ON WORD. IT'S A WORK IN PROGRESS.

Randir, a man who lives in southern Mordor with his family, is a merchant who travels to the Black Gate and trades with other merchants. He has encounered many things from caragors to bandits, but he encounters something different. This will change Randir forevor.

Ever wonder why Lord Denethor, Steward of Gondor, loved one son but hated the other? It was because of the one who stood between the two brothers, their sister Taranor. Taranor never really belonged in Gondor, it wasn't the place for her. She was a free spirit who wanted to travel the whole of Middle Earth, even deep into Mordor. But as a woman and the daughter of the Steward she was never allowed to venture beyond the gates of Minas Tirith until one day fate decided to have mercy on her. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters from the books by J.R.R. Tolkien or any storylines from the books or movies.