Valar Stories

Luna Lockwood-the older sister of Tyler from Mystic Falls and a powerful witch-werewolf hybrid-is violently ripped from her universe after a fatal sacrifice to protect her family. Instead of finding peace, she awakens in the alien, ancient wilderness of Middle-earth on the eve of the quest to reclaim Erebor. (A/n) I wrote this story on my google doc and honestly couldn't sleep for two to three days straight. I would only catch maybe 3 to 4 hours of sleep before writing more of the fanfic. They will be some smuts in this story and please forgive me if it isn't good from the start. And I might also forgot some of the dwarves writing this so I will try fixing that.

Hey this is Me writing down my OCs for The Lord of the Rings and Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children The Cover has nothing to do with the story Warning this is going to be extremely cringe as I can't write well you have been warned Another Warning the some of the pictures I use for my OCs will be AI I know it sucks but it's the only way sometimes but other pictures will be from Dress to Impress or other online sights I found Ok :)

Small storys about the Silmarillion. Have you ever wonder how Melkor contaminate Feanor's mind? Or what about how Maedhros become one of the greatest warriors in middle earth? Fanfic translation by Erick Serrano All the characters, original situations and rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

She's the Queen, more powerful than the five Istari. She will be some of theirs doom, some guidance. "You have our full help, Queen" -Gandalf. "You learn soon that I am not the controller of your fates.." the Queen trailed off, sparing a glance at the five Istari who stood before her. "But I can and the Valar to decide whether your lives are worth my time." The Queen then turned to Gandalf the gray, the cunning wizard. "You have some other errands, mitral. I shall help you if you want" she then turned to the head of the council of wizards, Saurman. "You will see your fate is not as good, but I will not let you know it" she then paused, turning to the brown wizard, Radagast. "Your Animal friends have told me about you. You shall be delighted. Follow me" ---- That's all I will let you know :)

Peace doesn't last long in times like this. Sauron is rising and the most powerful people cannot even protect themselves. I am Cerirae, the last White Valar left in Middle Earth. Before the ages began, I sacrificed myself to save the Undying Lands. Eru Ilúvatar allowed me to linger as an elf, and I was forgotten by all. Now just as a distant memory, I must cast away my icy distaste for the Valar and save them before the Marring of Melkor envelops Arda once again. {Silmarillion and Legolas FanFiction}

Daughter of the most powerful dragons on middle earth. Who, you may ask? Well, their names ring in the halls of the dwarves, their fire blaze in the eyes of men. A wise wizard guided the princess. Now crowned queen. Their names are Smaug the magnificent and Adalinda, queen over arda. Their daughter, Princess Daenerys. Of dragon blood she is. She'll sit on the throne one day, like her mother before her. She joins the fellowship of the ring, getting to know a few old friends of her mother. Will she find love in this world?

The house of Finwë had never been known for it's welcoming nature. Whilst many were led to believe this was due to the Oath of Fëanor, the fell vow to kill those who laid hands on the Silmarli, the reality was much worse. Finwë himself was a kind and open ellon, and Míriel, his first wife, was as well. It wasn't the Oath that changed everything, it was Míriel's death, and Fëanor's sudden spiral into relative madness, driven by the one they called Melkor, into hiding his greatest creation, and then losing them to that very man. The poisoning of Melkor outreached his purpose, and became his downfall. For if he had not taken the Silmarili, he would never have been the goal of Beren's ill fated mission, nor would one Silmaril make it's way to the Nauglamir, nor into the hands of Dior, to Elwing, to the Valar and turn the tide. For though much ruin came about with them, they became the single sparkling light of hope, even upon a dark crown. This is a story of Arda without Beren- and subsequently, without hope- and how one Maia manages to cave the cowardly heart of a dark immortal king to her purposes, and perhaps, to victory over the darkness of the land.

All are born with the ability for good or evil. The child itself is innocent. It is the person it grows to be that determines whether it is good or evil. Fëanáro's first thought was not of chaos or crafting. Just as with any innocent child, it was his mother that first graced his mind. This is just my take on the birth and adolescence of Fëanor's life. It's been an idea that has been running amuck in my brain for quite some time. Hope you enjoy it!

Sauron nació de la luz y luego abrazó la oscuridad, gracias a la ambición alimentada por Melkor. Convertirse en el Señor Oscuro significó dejar atrás su origen, lo que lo llevó a comandar las fuerzas del Vala Oscuro y posteriormente crear los anillos de poder. He aquí la historia de cómo todo comenzó. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aclaraciones Discalimer: Todos los personajes y locaciones pertenecen al profesor Tolkien. Este escrito de tan solo dos capítulos participa en el 4to concurso de RDTMTolkien ~En la Torre de Barad-dûr~ *La imagen de portada pertenece al artista Gerwell

[RE-WRITING IN 2016] ::Book One:: This is the tale left untold. Perhaps Tolkien knew of the new side that had joined the War of the Ring? If he did, he left it out because it was 'unnecessary'. But now the truth becomes clear. How could two hobbits and a gangly creature walk to Mordor and death alone? Surely they would need help. But unfortunately, 'help' isn't always what it seems. WATCH THE AD HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tw1An4KDncE (also in media section on the introduction chapter). Cover by LiviaEmma! Thanks for this amazing cover! Now everyone, go follow her and vote her books! PLEASE NOTE: If you have never watched/read the Lord of the Rings, this won't make any sense. So if you haven't, do yourself a favour and get yourself a copy. =D © Copyright Tarwa Redwood 2014-2015

"𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬." ― 𝐉.𝐑.𝐑. 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧 „When will you bend, little Nightingale?" In which Grace finds herself in a dark place or Where Grace continues to fight for what she loves ~~ !DISCLAIMER! I do not own The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings. All rights belong to: J. R. R. Tolkien (Novels) Peter Jackson (Movies) ~~ Series created on (estimate) August 7th, 2019. Completed in...- ~~ Highest Ranks: #10 in "peterjackson" #14 in "valar" #81 in "ocinsert" #915 in "lotr"

Legolas knew her story, he was the only one who did. He knew how much she had lost, but he couldn't even imagine her pain. He knew her power, though he has not seen it. He knew her beauty, yet he hasn't seen her scars. He thought about her every day. Sometimes he thought that she was with him. Sometimes he even hoped, that she would think about him, but it couldn't be. She broke his heart. 20 years ago.

The four towers guarding over the inner ring of the massive stronghold were the first thing travelers would see when riding up to the Grey city of Valier. It is held by an immortal race of men. These men, despite them not being bound to the fate of mortality, were not remotely similar to elves in their appearance. They were created by Manwë, Ulmo and Melkor on accident when their enourmous energies crashed, fused and birthed from bare rock, water, fire and air a living, breathing creature. Their appearance and temper was a reminder of their creation. Isolated from the folks of middleearth they lived a life amongst their own, hailing their creators and the Iluvatár as their highest gods. They were the only folk that still spoke the name of the forsaken Valar with worship in their hearts. I do not claim any ownership of the Lord of the Rings franchise. I simply use characters and setting for the purpose of entertainment. Please support the original work by watching the movies and reading the books. As many times as you can. Thank you.

"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

"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face. "I am not a boy." Her eyes opened then, and her familiar hazel eyes met his striking blue ones. A small smile made itself present on her face as she looked at him, a twinkle of mischief evident in her eyes. "No. You are not." ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Arya woke up some years ago with a grey-haired wizard leaning over her. She had no memories, no indications that told her who or what she was. With the outer appearances of an elf, but eyes that flash orange and strange symbols that appear on her skin - no one seems able to tell her anything about her past. She joined the quest of Thorin's dwarven company to have something to do, and she quickly became a part of their group. After a long and arduous journey but still a far away from the mountain they stumble into trouble. And whom is there to save her, but a certain Mirkwood prince with long blond hair and a pair of startling blue eyes. With one of them bursting with light, and the other filled with darkness their story will be anything but easy. Feelings, however, are hard to suppress, and with a war brewing on the horizon they might not have a lot of time. Read on if: You would like to figure out what Arya is. You would like to see one of Tolkiens beloved characters discover love. You love dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards You love Middle-Earth You just want to read it for the heck of it You do not have anything better to do ...Just please do it? Please and thank you.

One of the Ainur who stayed with Eru Ilúvatar in the Timeless Halls asks him permission to go to the Dragon Ball Multiverse. Eru says yes. This story is about that Ainur's journey in Dragon Ball, He now becomes the Vala of Dragon Ball, who's name in Saiyan is Sceleryn. His Saiyan vessel is the Son of Bardock and Gine, and Brother of Raditz and Kakarot (Goku). "Speaking" 'Thinking' In Italics

This is an Angbang/Silmarillion fanfic written by me and the incredible @SweetieDoggie. In which an irritable Melkor, a disaster-prone Mairon and an unfortunate Maedhros all end up in the same fortress, so naturally chaos ensues.

What if Feanor and his sons got a chance to break the oath but not in the way they think. After the burning of the ships and the death of Amrod, Feanor charges into an ambush but he doesn't die from this fight. He lives and starts on his quest to settle into Middle-Earth and reclaim what was stolen from him. Of course things do not go as planned, since all things change when Fingolfin and his host leave the Helcaraxe and come to confront Feanor and his sons. However, even though this happened, one can never know what the future truly holds. One can never know where paths leads or what will or has happened.

"time stands still / freeze this moment / a little bit longer / make each sensation / a little but stronger / experience slips away" - Rush, Time Stand Still Bilbo Baggins misses his dwarves. Thorin misses his Bilbo. Kíli misses his Tauriel, and Fíli misses the opportunities lost to him and his family. They each deal with it (or don't, really) in their own ways: Bilbo sulks; Thorin mopes; Kíli annoys his Maker; Fíli wistfully wishes things could be different. None of them are happy; none of them are healing, which, really, kind of insults Estë. And so she, with help from Nienna, hatches a plan. Vairë shall reweave The Tapestry as it pertains to Erebor. Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, and Fíli-and-Kíli shall be granted the chance to change things, to win themselves a happy ending. Problem, though: they're all idiots, and none of them are capable of communicating like reasonable adults. Oh, my. But maybe, just maybe, these idiots will manage to reclaim Erebor. And maybe, just maybe, they will change the fate of Middle Earth.

Morgoth and the Darkness, Manwe and the Light Iluvator and Arda