Tolkien Stories

She wasn't just any ordinary elf; she bore the weight of royalty, driven by a deep sense of responsibility and compassion. Thus, when a letter beckoned her to Greenwood and a wizard hinted at her pivotal role in a daring quest, she wasted no time in journeying to Bree. Her anticipation soared, only to be surpassed by the extraordinary events that unfolded. Amidst it all, she found herself forming unexpected bonds with a people she once scorned, and against all odds, her heart opened to embrace not only thirteen dwarves but also a courageous Hobbit. Embark on a journey where alliances shatter prejudice, and amidst the unlikeliest of companions, love blooms.

For generations, the White Throne of Gondor has stood empty, guarded by Ruling Stewards who have long forgotten that they were meant to serve a king, not replace one. Hidden within the walls of Minas Tirith lives Y/N, the last surviving descendant of a forgotten cadet branch of the House of Elendil. To Steward Denethor II, the young prince is not family, but a dangerous reminder that the royal blood of Númenor still flows through Gondor. Unable to stain his hands with the crime of kinslaying, Denethor condemns Y/N to the doomed battlegrounds of Osgiliath, expecting the dark lord to finish what he cannot. Instead, Y/N survives. Escaping the city that sought to break him, he journeys north and finds Aragorn, the wandering Heir of Isildur. Under the Ranger's guidance, Y/N discovers the courage, honor, and purpose that had been denied to him all his life. Armed with the ancient Elven blade Maegil and forged into one of the Dúnedain's finest warriors, he returns to Gondor determined to protect the only family he has ever truly known, is foster brothers, Boromir and Faramir. But when Boromir is summoned to Rivendell in search of the mysterious One Ring, Y/N overhears Denethor's desperate plan to claim the Enemy's greatest weapon. Knowing that no good can come from such a burden, he abandons everything to follow his brother into the wild. His choice will lead him into the Fellowship of the Ring, through the dark halls of Moria, the golden woods of Lothlórien, and the breaking of the Fellowship at Amon Hen. Along the way, Y/N must resist the Ring's terrible temptation, endure devastating loss, and fight beside the greatest heroes of the Third Age as the fate of Middle-earth hangs by a thread.

"One day, the Valar will bring your sisters back. But it is not this day."Laurelin is the last of the Malesteliyari-the divine Spirits of Hope from Metal created by Eru Ilúvatar. Blessed with midnight-black wavy hair with golden locks and eyes of pure gold, she possesses the ultimate power of healing through her ancient golden song.After ages of loneliness in Rivendell, her quiet sadness is broken by a young human ranger named Aragorn. For decades, they travel the wild together, forging an unbreakable companionable bond.When the Fellowship is formed, Laurelin joins the quest under the name of Malenwen. But as she fights the shadows to keep the halflings alive, she remains entirely blind to the deep, silent adoration burning behind Aragorn's grey eyes-mistakenly believing his heart still weeps for Arwen, while he is actually falling deeper for the wild spirit who guards his steps.From the blizzards of Caradhras to the ultimate breaking point at Amon Hen, the last Spirit of Hope will do whatever it takes to rewrite history and keep her King alive. do not own Middle-earth, The Lord of the Rings, or any of its original characters, settings, and dialogue. All rights belong to the legendary J.R.R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, and their respective creators. This is a work of fanfiction meant purely for entertainment. However, the original race of the Malesteliyari, the characters of Laurelin, Evandis, Celebril, and any custom plot points or variations belong entirely to me (Pheon1x).

She had survived dragons, kings, and the quiet cruelty of time. She had walked out of fire carrying grief like a second shadow, and for years the world had known her only as a ghost moving between forests and forgotten roads. Mountains remembered her footsteps. Rivers carried the sound of her silence. In hidden chasms far beneath the earth, the stones still whispered her true name. But peace, she would learn, was not the same as stillness. The world was changing again. Old powers stirred in the East. Shadows stretched longer beneath ancient trees. Kings grew restless, and even the smallest hands would soon be asked to carry impossible things. She had spent a lifetime running from crowns, from loss, from the unbearable weight of loving and surviving. Yet fate is patient, and some roads lead not away, but back. Back to old friendships. Back to unfinished grief. Back to a prince with autumn in his eyes and questions she had never dared answer. For the age of dragons had ended, but the age of men was only beginning. And when darkness rose once more, the stones would sing again. ~ Sequel to A Ballad of Starlight and Dragonfire

When an old wizard and 13 dwarves show up at Bilbo Baggins' door, his adoptive sister, Elvira Raegon, jumps at the chance to help them on their adventure. Elvira joins some old friends and a company of dwarves on their quest to reclaim Erebor. She makes lifelong friends, makes lots of memories, encounters lots of hardships and a lot of Orcs, but most importantly, she falls in love. All rights reserved to JRR Tolkien. I do not own any characters or storylines except for Elvira and her backstory. #1 in ori - march 2026 #1 in bofur - april 2026 #1 in ori - july 2026 #1 in fili - july 2026

He knows Middle Earth better than most. He has friends from every folk and in every region of the land though he is unknown. He was there when history was written though you find his name in no book. He is a protector, healer, warrior, wizard, ally, friend or a sworn enemy. Barely anyone knows him well enough to tell at least a part of his story, so he remains a rumor. But when Gandalf the Grey sends for him Nataen will be dragged into an unexpected adventure. The story of their journey will spread across Middle Earth and lift the shadows that surround him a little bit. Disclaimer: This story was inspired by the "Blue Swords" trilogy, written by Frayedapart. If you are a fan of the Hobbit or the Lord of the Rings you should pay the profile of Frayedapart a visit. There are many more fanfictions about those books. Like "Blue Swords" this book includes a romantic relationship between Legolas and the male Oc. Those who are uncomfortable with this kindly move on to another book.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍. ❝THE WAY TO A DWARF'S HEART IS THROUGH HIS STOMACH.❞ ━━━ in which a hobbit baker, seeking to escape her miserable life and prove her worth, joins thirteen dwarves and an odd wizard on a perilous quest to reclaim a stolen mountain, only to find herself clashing with, and ultimately falling for, their brooding, proud king. SHIELD OF GREEN ORIGINAL CHARACTER OC x THORIN OAKENSHIELD morpheism Ⓒ 2026

Come with me to the Blessed Realm and into the heart of the House of Finwë. Follow the House of Feanor and those they love through the years as children grow, families change, friendships blossom, and memories are made. Through quiet days and unforgettable ones alike, discover the moments that shaped a family remembered throughout Arda. A collection of stories, vignettes, and snapshots from the lives of Feanaro and his kin.

Quelques mots, quelques vers. Certains joyeux, certains nostalgiques, certains sans véritable sens. Voici "une poignée de mots qu'on appellerait poèmes".

Mithridatism- The practice of protecting oneself against a poison by gradually self-administering non-lethal amounts. "You're all that matters to me." In which, you get human trafficked only to be saved by some vigilante, and. Now you're stuck in South Park. Infamous for its uh... Abnormality. But hey! At least you can consume poisons legally now! Except your so-called admirers would never allow that... Y?SOUTH PARK X F!READER

Emma and Alice are two friends since ever. They grow up together in a completely normal world, with no magic. Never they would imagine that someday they will be bring into their favorite world : Middle-Earth... A new life is waiting for them and an extraordinary adventure. I don't own The Hobbit, neither the characters in it, except Emma and Alice.

Eiko and Ëlen are two six-year-old girls who live in Middle-earth. With the watchful and somewhat jealous company of their eagles, they set out in search of the Dragon Balls. They dream of asking a wish from the "Dragon Lord." Thanks to a pair of artifacts discovered by Ëlen-the Tiara of Ithil and the Harp of Anor-they gain powerful magical abilities that transform Eiko into the Soldier of Ithil and Ëlen into the Soldier of Anor, the guardians, they proudly proclaim, of the Moon and the Sun. What adventures await them when their quest leads them-together with their friend Vivi-to a castle in the clouds, a wondrous land of dolls, plush toys, and Japanese traditions? English translation of the Spanish fanfic Las aventuras de la Principita Eiko.

Eregion is lost, Celebrimbor slain, and Sauron is in possession of the Rings of Power. What ensues is the legendary War of the Elves and Sauron. Gil-galad, Galadriel, Elrond, Arondir, and all the Elves face off against Sauron's forces. If they fail all of Middle-earth will fall to darkness. This fic bridges the gap between seasons 2 and 3 of the Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power.

In the wake of a dark and grimy cell of Mirkwood, you find yourself in a sticky situation. You are [Y/n], the last daughter of Izalith, the Witch of Chaos, and this 'chaos blood' runs in your blood strongly as it did with all of your deceased siblings. It's a festering disease you aim to control, after disrupting the Elven Peace and almost getting killed by the King of Mirkwood. Luckily for you, a second chance at life had found its way into your reaches, granted by a certain wizard; Gandalf the Grey, protector of Middle Earth professes that [Y/n] can heal from her dark heritage, and instead become the saviour of dark times through fighting a greater evil; Lord Sauron. Upon finding yourself join the Fellowship thinking all was going well, you can't help but notice the livid glares of a certain blonde elf. Your gaze turns to meet the eyes of Legolas. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, knows who you are and detests you for it. Prove yourself, [Y/n]. Prove that blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. 𐬺𞠬𐬺 Hello! This is an xReader for feminine persons, and it involves a ton of inspiration from Dark Souls, so yeah, if you're reading this and thinking; "Izalith? Isn't that the witch from that one game?"- to that I say, yes it is. I'm a huge geek for that trilogy... Also this is based off both the book AND movies. I'm hoping to capture quality realism in this book, since I never read a fanfic that feels genuine or authentic in the way characters would act, or speak. My writing isn't used to formality, imma try my best to make it sound like Middle Earth speech, but if you see any mistakes, please for the love of Eru, point it out and give me advice!!!! Other than that, if you have any questions, ask on my feed, and I'll answer it on here (if it's a popular question). Prepare for deep lore and symbolism!! There's a reason for everything that happens in this book, and you are the main focus of it all. THANKS FOR READING!!! BYEE

The untold love story of Thranduil and Lasgalen, loved monarchs of the Woodland Realm Torn from her parents when she was barely more than a young lady, Yesenia, an elf, was enslaved by a band of nomadic men for several years. To mock her, they cut off the tips of her ears, a distinctive trait of elves. After more than a century of slavery, passed down like an object within the band, she managed to escape, but weakened by her physical frailty, she collapsed in a forest, believing her life was about to end. Instead, some elves found her and took her with them. Her life was just at the beginning, and it would've take her to every corner of Middle-earth. settled between the defeat of Morgoth and the first war against Sauron Author's note: This is a non-profit fanfiction. The original work and canon characters belong to their respective creator (J.R.R Tolkien). The original characters (OCs), the plot, and all elements not present in the original work are the result of my own imagination.

Julie, an orphaned, abandoned, and abused girl wakes up in a bed in Bag End two days before the big party. When she meets Frodo, a friendship forms, but she is afraid of even speaking to him and his friends, especially his cousin Pippin. She is forced to accompany Frodo and Sam to Rivendell, and she doesn't know what adventure she'll be on. This spans over all three movies, and it goes by the movies, with bits and pieces from the extended edition. I hope you like it:) I don't own anyone but Julie and her family. Pippin/OC

What if Bilbo Baggins died in the battle of the five Armies instead of Thorin, Fili and Kili? Here's a short story of what might have happened written by AI (but prompted by me)

Found as a baby within Saruman's tower, Tuilindil is adopted and raised in the 4th Age after Sauron's defeat. The curious elf grows close to Legolas, who comes to visit Minas Tirith. One day, Saruman's dark magic sends her back into the past as his prisoner. He assaults her mind to learn the events of the future. He sees Frodo carrying the one ring and he sends his crebain after him. The ring is brought to Rivendell but Frodo perishes. Gandalf helps Tuilindil escape the tower and Sam must now carry the ring. Because of her presence, a chain of events has begun unraveling the timeline and places all Middle-Earth in danger. ─── ❉ ─── Saruman's figure towered over Tuilindil, casting a long shadow that swallowed the room. "You will tell me," his voice a venomous hiss. "I will extract every morsel of information from you, one way or another!" His eyes, once filled with a cold and calculated gaze, now burned with an unholy fire. Behind his taunting words and twisted smiles. She sensed the depths of his anger, directed at her for withholding the answers he sought. With a cruel smile, Saruman raised both wizard staffs, a sinister intent shimmering in his eyes. As he made contact with Tuilindil's consciousness, she screamed, the pain ripping through her like a tempestuous storm. His mental assaults pierced through the fragile barriers she had erected. She cried out, her voice a desperate plea for mercy, as her fragile mind and soul were laid bare before the relentless intrusion. Images, memories, and fragments of her consciousness spilled forth uncontrollably. Like shattered fragments of a mirror, reflecting the memories she held... ... the secrets of the future. Thanks to @BinkleB9000 for their unwavering support! :)

Jests and jokes are common among the man, dwarf, and elf. Legolas has managed to make some mischief, resulting in one very angry dwarf. ******* I decided to write my first lord of the rings one shot, so of course it had to be about our three hunters bickering with each other. ***** DISCLAIMER: I don't own lotr or its characters.

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