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Renesmee Cullen finally snaps. But what happens when she runs away from her family, to the enemy family? Love, heartache and new friendships form until her family come to get her- and get a shock of there own.

Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

"Amrâlimê." The Lonely Mountain sits silently as the sun sets behind it, creating a canvas of brilliant reds and oranges. Nobody has dared go near that mountain for sixty years for one reason alone. Smaug the Terrible, a mighty dragon with a deep and dangerous love for gold. One day, Thorin Oakenshield decides to take back his homeland. With him, he takes his best warriors to help fight the beast inside the rock. Nossa Stonehelm is one of those dwarves. She has never known a life other than the one on the road, so when her two best friends, Fili and Kili, are called to join their uncle on this daring quest, Nossa decides that it's about time for her to have an adventure. Little does she know that she's in for way more than expected.

Val lost everything when Ele died, her family, her home, her life. Dreams of Ele's murder haunt her, fragmented and missing pieces. Now a new figure has made its way into her life and she might just be the missing piece she needs to redeem herself. If she doesn't get them killed first that is.

All seems well for you and Thranduil as you return to Mirkwood, but there's an unsettling feeling that won't go away.

She was born questioning her place in Middle Earth. She grew realising that her powers brought only pain. She journeyed, to find the truth and love for herself. An orphaned ranger hailing from Imladris, Varilerin had always sensed an impending doom in her life. After she failed to protect her dearest friend, she exiled herself and travelled across Middle Earth to protect the innocent under the name Daefaroth, the Shadow Hunter. But the days grew dark in Middle Earth, with Sauron's forces remerging from their slumber. Varilerin was forced to step out of her fear and join the Fellowship to destroy the Ring. Yet, as she had repeatedly learnt, her journey would end not as planned, and being loved was not what she had expected A story of love, courage, and hope.

This is a story about a an elf princess from Lothlorien. When she was on her way for the twenty-sixth anniversary feast of her dead older sister. She was kidnapped by the dragon Smaug, but all believe her to be dead. But she is not and has been Smaug's prisoner for nearly two hundred years. She began losing hope that'd she'd ever be free or see her family again. However, thirteen dwarves arrived along with a hobbit to reclaim the mountain. Will they succeed? If they do what will they do with the elf princess? What happens to her during the battle of the five armies? Picture of elf princess on cover.

It had been sixty years since I last saw my beveled. That terrible night that occurred. I thought I had lost him forever. That was until I saw him enter that hobbit hole. All characters and plot belong to Tolkien. Give credit to him. All new characters and plot twists belong to me, credit goes toward me.

An entire colony has disappeared in the New World and Kain is dispatched to determine the cause. During the journey, he makes an unexpected new acquaintance who challenges his way of thinking. Now the fate of the world rests in the hands of a couple humans, a vampyre, a chatty Fae, and angry dwarf with his best friend rock that can almost talk. The world could be in trouble.

Neither of us uttered a word for the longest time. I step towards him with my eyes never leaving his "Do you know why I came back?" I ask softly "Why I stayed with the company even after we had escaped the goblin hoard,after the Pale Orc nearly killed us, and even after you became a cold and cruel King?" Thorin turns away from me filled with arrogance and his pride not wanting to meet my gaze. I turn his cheek to face me. Just above a whisper I say "Because I believed in you." #FanfictionAwards2018