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The Silent Lament

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" Can you hear me running,

           Can you hear me calling you? "


His eyes were wide, as he watched Isildur hesitated. The One Ring glowed in his hand, that was not brave enough to let go and let it be destroyed.

All these years, all these battles, all for nothing?

He remembered the death of his King, Gil-Galad. And of Thranduil's dear father, Oropher. Every thing, every one they lost..

So with that thought, the Lord of Imladris pushed the King of the Dunedáin of the cliff. He watched with blank eyes as the man's eyes widened, as he along with the Ring fell into the pit of Mount Doom. Destroyed.

If he knew that would meant to be the beginning of another battle, Elrond would not dare to do so.

He would never kill Isildur.

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[ WARNING ]
Violence. Blood. Maybe triggering stuffs. Idk I'm trying to be as mild as I can.

Excuse my two a.m. idea that just would not leave me alone.

So this is a what if AU that the One Ring was destroyed BUT in the process killed Isildur too and the men blamed the elves so whoop war.

There will be lots of elements from both The LOTR and The Hobbit and The Silm, and I tweaked in few cultures and time differences and all the things that would happen differently due to this AU. Eru help me that I can actually remember all those lores..

Oh yeah, there will be canon characters and few ocs. They are all vital to this story so I won't be just using them as random characters to just pop in.

Enjoy reading!All Rights Reserved

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Estateillio by AryaThea16

"I have many names, oh great dragon. I am Lithir, the many faced, though one face I have only, and I am Esta, the first, yet many came before me, I am the Fierce, the Swift, the Free, I am a wanderer, veiled, yet a princess at court, and I am mortal and immortal both." "And dwarf-friend, as well, for I smell their scent upon you. Tell me, many-named, have you come to slay me?", Smaug growled denunciatorily [...]. She gripped the handle of her dagger while spinning around with wide eyes, as if she was afraid and found herself face to face with Smaug and with a swift movement she aimed for the eyes to incapacitate him, for the blade was not long enough to go deep. And Smaug reared and bled and in his anger spit fire at his attacker and Estateillio quickly jumped aside and drew her bow. The arrow would have hit his other eye had he not moved so much, but when she extended her hand, his head was jerked around as the dagger [...] was yanked from injured flesh and returned to its master's hand. [《◇》] How do you live, when you have lost so many? How do you live, when the scars never cease to hurt? Which path do you take, when you seek for vengeance? What sacrifices are you willing to make? [《◇》] Disclaimer: The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings and all other works about middle earth belong to Tolkien.

Dragons Pride [Lotr]✔ by Miss_Little_Fool

How she still looked majestic, despite the scars on her face and hands was questionable. Why the elleth was in Rohan and where she disappeared to from time to time was a mystery. I do not have any copy right claims regarding the original books or movies this fanfiction is based on and I do not make any money from this content. It is simply meant as entertainment for the fanbase of middleearth and Tolkien's work. Still I do take immense pride in my hard work and would therefore prefer to have it only be called MY WORK and not stolen by other artists and republished on this or other fanbase websites without my consent or knowledge. Therefore I ask of you, dear reader, to please inform me if this or any other of my pieces have appeared on other websites you may have visited since I exclusively provide my content on Wattpad and have yet to allow anybody to copy my stories and repost them elsewhere. Thank you for your help in advance. The pictures I provide you with to underline the story are either fantastic pieces by talented artists, snippets from the movies or drawn by myself. Only the hand drawn pictures, 2 of them, are my own work and I do not take any credit for the other pieces. If you want to find pictures such as those I used, you can find them best under fantasy photography on Google. Yours truly, Miss_Little_Fool Edited to erase any grammar mishaps: 23.Dec.2019 Also: The elvish translations are provided through me with the help of the 'Elvish dictionary' by W. Krege, Klett-cotta. If you are interested in learning elvish I'd much recomend this books as it not only contains vocabulary content in both Sindarin and Quenya (Old and new elvish) but also great guidelines and helpers about Grammar. I shall put the ISBN here as well, but just so you know, it is the german version, meaning I make it 10 times worse for myself by translating my sentences from German to english to German to Elvish. ISBN 978-3-608-93919-4

The Last Stand: A Defenders of Middle Earth AU by GerithorDunedain

The North has fallen. Mithlond burns. Frodo never returned from Mordor. Now the tide of darkness rises unchecked, sweeping across Middle-earth like a second great shadow. In this alternate retelling of the War of the Ring, the free peoples stand scattered and broken. Glorfindel, once a beacon of light, is taken by Sauron, his fate unknown. Caledorn, a solemn elven warrior, is sent east in search of Rukil, a rebel Easterling warlord who may hold the key to survival. Meanwhile, Gerithor, a seasoned Dúnedain ranger, and the dwarf Kalan brave the storm in the South, seeking to aid Helm's Deep before it is crushed beneath the weight of a united host of Orcs, Corsairs, and traitors. As alliances fray and hope fades, a handful of heroes must rise not to win, but to endure. To buy time. To light a single torch against the night. Because sometimes, the end is not victory. Sometimes, the Last Stand is all that remains. Following the events of Defenders of Middle Earth Part One, this AU details what would have happened if the Fellowship, and Gerithor's company, had failed in their tasks.

Elf of Fire and Light (Book 1 Fire) Hobbit/LOTR Fan-Fic by SexyBitch99

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An Angel As Queen; A Thranduil love story. by EvelineCaulawain

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Estateillio

"I have many names, oh great dragon. I am Lithir, the many faced, though one face I have only, and I am Esta, the first, yet many came before me, I am the Fierce, the Swift, the Free, I am a wanderer, veiled, yet a princess at court, and I am mortal and immortal both." "And dwarf-friend, as well, for I smell their scent upon you. Tell me, many-named, have you come to slay me?", Smaug growled denunciatorily [...]. She gripped the handle of her dagger while spinning around with wide eyes, as if she was afraid and found herself face to face with Smaug and with a swift movement she aimed for the eyes to incapacitate him, for the blade was not long enough to go deep. And Smaug reared and bled and in his anger spit fire at his attacker and Estateillio quickly jumped aside and drew her bow. The arrow would have hit his other eye had he not moved so much, but when she extended her hand, his head was jerked around as the dagger [...] was yanked from injured flesh and returned to its master's hand. [《◇》] How do you live, when you have lost so many? How do you live, when the scars never cease to hurt? Which path do you take, when you seek for vengeance? What sacrifices are you willing to make? [《◇》] Disclaimer: The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings and all other works about middle earth belong to Tolkien.