Noldor mga kuwento

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...

Just some helpful, easily condensed Tolkien lore for myself and others hoping to accurately explore Arda in fanfiction. I, Silz (as ElwingAndEarendil), was part of the SSG (Silmarillion Survival Guide) team on CouncilofElrond.com which put together a helpful Silmarillion guide for new and old readers alike. This book here is to further that concept and help with all sorts of Tolkien things, including notes in the History of Middle Earth volumes and other published writings.

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

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.

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.

Five Rings: Ring of Gold, Ring of Wood, Ring of Water, Ring of Fire, and Ring of Soil; they will unite, or they will fall. Five teenagers with their faithful dogs as mounts were transferred to the fiction world Tolkien had created---Middle-earth(Arda), what they have been dreaming all of their short lifetimes...... They will found themselves homes in Middle-earth; they will establish their true love, their true destiny, their real home where their hearts belong. They will find themselves from different countries, but they have the same passion for middle-earth and dogs. Note: Everything belongs to Tolkien, but the characters and their events I created and added in. Caution! ·May have grammar mistakes ·May have cursings

"Mana ve hilyana i eleni?" He asked. What is it like to follow the stars? Born on the shores of Cuiviénen, Calindë, the eldest daughter of Lord Ingwë, has an extraordinary gift. She can glimpse the future. But even with her rare talents, Calindë, nor any other elf at Cuiviénen, has the power to protect the Quendi. With elves simply vanishing in the darkness of Arda, and the arrival of a mysterious Huntsman offering to bring them to the safety of a land he calls Aman, the fate of the Quendi is uncertain. Even if they make it safely to Aman, what then will be their fate? With so much uncertainty in the shadows of Middle Earth, Calindë cannot help but trust, and follow, the only light that has ever guided her way; The stars. Updates every Saturday. Rankings: #1 IN QUENYA CURRENTLY #7 IN SILMARILLION 5/31/18 #5 IN VALINOR 6/25/18 Awards: Best Cover Award- from The Tolkien Awards

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?

Many people know of Ñolofinwë and Fëanáro, but few know of their past life together. They were not brothers off blood, but one found a brother in the other. Sadly, all the other thought of was his younger brother, the usurper. Lord of all Noldor A star in the night And a bearer of hope He rides into his glorious battle alone Farewell to the valiant warlord

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

(INDEFINITE HIATUS) As far as Morifinwë Carnistir was concerned, release was supposed to be impossible. That was what he'd been told, what he'd nearly taken for granted, since the moment he entered those dark Halls. His crimes, his oath, the elves he killed in his struggles, served as clear enough reason for that sentence. And Caranthir had done nothing to beg for pardon. Third Age now, they were saying. What did he care? And the war that raged outside, the work of a returning Sauron, wasn't important to dead souls. Apparently, the Valar had other ideas. This is the tale of the War of the Ring, and how it all deteriorated into chaos when an unplanned visitor swooped in against all odds, changing history as it was written, and perhaps causing a bit too much drama for these newer, higher times. (This fic is currently on a forever hiatus, BUT you can find a sequel fic written by the amazing @HaltandCrowley13 ! Check out their page for the continuation!!!)

(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.

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.

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.