Noldor Stories

Tinnuel Cúgeredis is a Silvan elf that leads a lovely simple life in Mirkwood. Though her simple life takes a dramatic turn when Tinnuel and her friends are attack by group of orcs during a hunting trip. While attempting to lure the orcs away, Tinnuel falls off a cliff. She wakes up only to find out that she has been transported back into the First age as a Noldor. Luckly, she meets a spirit named Eärmírë who guides her through the Age . Going by the name Tinweriel Isilquessë, Tinnuel must choose her steps wisely as she travels through the beatiful, yet horrifying events of the First Age.

Abandoned in the woods since he was six and raised by orcs and wolves, Elurin is not your typical Noldor elf. When he is captured and forced to confront his own kind, can learn how to be normal? Maybe, with a little help from our favorite balrog slaying elf, Glorfindel. A very strange Erestor/Glorfindel fic, in which Erestor is actually Elurin.

The personal account of Colnith, queen and wife to the dead king of the Nandor, the Green-Elves. During her time spent in Menegroth paying homage to Thingol, she is thrown into the company of the spirited Angrod, a prince of the Noldor. At a time of change and conflict among the Eldar, when the diversity of their languages is being threatened, Colnith and Angrod form a complicated friendship, based on both mutual dislike and respect.

Stranded on the desolate shores of Araman, the weary Eldarim host waits. Haunted by the shadows of the past and exhausted by their long journey, they look across the sundering sea, clinging to the promise of ships that will return for them. But hope turns to horror as the distant horizon burns crimson, signaling not rescue, but catastrophe. A chilling realization dawns - they are trapped, abandoned. Faced with an impossible choice, their leaders resolve to undertake the most perilous path imaginable: a desperate march across the grinding, deadly ice of the Helcaraxë. This episode delves into the agonizing wait, the dawning dread under a fiery sky, the grim council that sealed their fate, and the crushing discovery of betrayal upon finally reaching the far shore. It's a story of endurance against impossible odds, the weight of leadership, simmering rage, and the profound personal grief born from broken kinship under the cold, new sun of a hostile land. Experience the harsh beauty, the despair, and the grim resolve through narrative and accompanying art.

In the spring of 1915, the RMS Lusitania was sunk by a German U-Boat. American passenger Lilla McCarthy was certain she would drown. She did, for all intents and purposes. Except someone was there to revive her, far from the shores of our world. Lilla is mistaken for a Númenórean noble lady and taken to the halls of the High King of the Noldor, Gil-Galad. Unsure how to explain what has happened to her, Lilla plays along with the assumptions made about her identity. However, the keen eyed elvish king suspects there is more to her story than she is saying. Especially as she begins to seek a way back home to our world.

Se ne "Il Silmarillion" i gemelli Amras e Amrod sono inseparabili anche nella morte, in "The Shibboleth of Fëanor" la loro storia cambia: Amrod perde la vita nell'incedio di Losgar, malauguratamente ucciso dal suo stesso padre, e lascia Amras solo con il proprio dolore. Ma a cosa potrebbe aver portato questo dolore? "Hai indovinato, mormora infine. Amrod è il mio nome. Perché se erano stati uno nei corpi di due, forse potevano diventare due nel corpo di uno." [Cover: art by philomena-famulok.deviantart.com ]

Causing trouble, and ruining precious time. The child stood at both of our feet. I bend down, pulling the child into an embrace as a faux loving father figure. Oh how I wanted to squeeze and squeeze her until the breath wheezed out of her lungs and her eyes popped out of their sockets and spine cracked to pieces. But-that would just be cruel. ... In a world prior to the destruction of the One Ring, an Alternate Timeline of sorts...the friendship before the tragedy... Read More to find out.

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness... Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me... A shrill cry echoed in the darkness looming around me... The gravestones stood silently, row upon row of soldiers long forgotten... The world has changed. Not just for the best, but for the worst as well... Families destroyed, hearts broken, blood shed... As for me, the memories of my past are no longer there, my future yet to be told... Why can't I remember?

(This is currently under re-write. The new story will be out very soon. It is being designed in a way where those of you already having read this will not be required to do so again) Celebrimbor did his hardest to keep his young cousin away from disaster-away from the Oath that their fathers and uncles took. Vanafin, the son of Celegorm the Fair, however, was not going to be left out. Feeling it's his duty to help his family, Vanafin leaves Celebrimbor to find the Silmarils himself-though maybe with the help of some violent uncles... Disclaimer: I don't own any person, place, or thing in this fanfiction Everything belongs to Tolkien and his estate. I am only attempting to see where Tolkien's works would have led to should the Feanorians have had more kids than just Celebrimbor.

My life was normal. I had a job, I had a beautiful cat and i was living in a small flat among many in New York. For a long time nothing have changed. And I liked it.Untill one day my life changed completely... Because one day i found myself in Beleriad the first age. The age which Morgoth was the Great Enemy and Noldor was trying to get back the Silmarills. A Silmarillion fanfic .✳️ ~~•| I don't own any of the original Silmarillion characters except the characters I made. I don't own the pic of the cover or any pic in the story( i only have add the names on them) Started: May 1st 2020 Finished: June 25th 2021 *The user name in the bottom of the cover is my old one*

Gondolin was said to be the last hope of the Eldar, and for the most part it seemed perfect. But as the kingdoms around it begin to fall to the might of Morgoth will Gondolin still stand. The power of Gondolin relies upon the trust of all those within its walls, if all of the elves keep the secret of its location from the Dark Foe then the white walls will never fall. But when loyalty has to fight betrayel, which will win?

Sequel to "A Different Kind of Heaven," but takes place thirty-six Valian Years later (340+ Earth years). Top ranked #1 in Silmarillion, #1 in Maedhros, #1 in Fingon *** Eve and Findekáno are enjoying their courtship. Turukáno and Elenwë are married. Artanis and Iríssë are adults. Nelyafinwë continues to third wheel. Only this time, Melkor is around. Seeds of strife are sown in Valinor, seeds that will sprout weeds soon enough. Eve, once of the world of Earth and now mostly accustomed to elven life, finds herself caught in a family feud to rival anyone from her own world. What began with half-brothers slowly extends to half-cousins until she is caught between her adopted brothers and the love of her life. With Melkor in play and the Silmarils shining, how will she navigate the politics of Valinor? *** BASED ON A REVERSAL OF DANTE'S DIVINE COMEDY - PURGATORIO *** Part Two of The Airequalmë. Begins Year of the Trees 1400. *** Story begun: 5/28/2018 Story completed: 11/16/2018

Veeeeery short story. Featuring Finrod, Orodreth and memories

Bonjour à tous et bienvenue. Si vous aimez mes livres alors je vous invite ici car nombreuses informations tel que des annonces sur des futures nouveaux livres seront ici. Et c'est aussi ici que j'ai l'intention de répondre à vos questions si vous en avez. Ce sera également un plaisir de raconter quelques anecdotes concernant mes fics et fanfic. J'aime également le partage (normal je pense quand ont est sur Wattpad) donc je pense que je partagerait également les livres coup de coeur que je pourrais découvrir.

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion fanfiction Tauriel Thranduiliel had run away. She couldn't take it anymore; after the death of her mother when she was scarcely 100 years old, her father had become more and more protective of her and her brother, Legolas. It broke her heart, but finally, she slipped past the guards and into the dark forest. She couldn't have then imagined the chaos and destruction that came from that decision. Combination book- and movie-canon DISCLAIMER: My character Tauriel and the character from the Hobbit have no connection other than name (the latter doesn't exist in this story). I don't own The Lord Of The Rings series or anything to do with it. Art featured in this book is not mine.

La Nirnaeth Arnoediad non è stata ancora battezzata così, quando Maedhros è costretto a confrontarsi con la morte di Fingon. "Si vede scostare la stoffa lentamente. Dita tremanti lungo una mappatura di sangue così come, un tempo, altre dita si erano levate a sfiorare il suo braccio martoriato, a riscrivere storie d'amore dove il ferro aveva inciso percorsi d'angoscia." [Cover: Maedhros by wisesnailart. deviantart.com]

Co když Velekrálové Noldor nevymřeli? Co když Erenion nebyl poslední? Mnoho rodů nechce, aby tato linie pokračovala... Příběh Elfky, která o svém původu dlouho nevěděla a toto zjištění jí změnilo osud.. Tento příběh je věnován @Zorindil pro splnění slibu.. Navazuje k příběhu "World of Elves", který byl mým největším dílem, @Lucylaghul jsem autorkou.. Tento příběh byl vydáván a bude dovydán...

Three last transgenic soldiers were given a second chance of life by Valar. Thrown into middle earth, they have adapted and adopted by two kind hearted folks and their town, this is the story of the last surviving member of the Fairchild family.

Ancalime died once and went to another world. She grew up, until in her 17 years, she realizes that something connects her in the other world. Will she find her parents? Where will she choose to stay? Will she make it to live between two worlds?

Before she was Ecthelien she was someone else, but that didn't matter. Her new parents loved her and all her strange ways. Everything was peaceful, everything was content. It didn't matter that everyone had been expecting her to be a boy. It didn't matter that she was going to be called Ecthelion if that'd been the case. At least until she played in a fountain one day. At least until one of the elves watching her jokingly called her Ecthelien of the Fountain. At least until she remembered everything. A Fem!Ecthelion-SI Fanfiction PAIRINGS: Glorfindel/OC (Fem!Ecthelion) Crossposted on AO3 and ff.net, the link to my profile for AO3 is in my bio, and my username is the same anyway. I do not own the image on the cover and it has been used entirely for non-profit, but if the owner wishes for me to take it down, then please inform me. I also don't own Lord of the Rings - this is called a fanfiction for a reason.