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"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.

Unsatisfied with the Wizards' work, the Valar send another Istar to Middle-earth, Nerwen the Green, with the specific task to find the Ents, apparently vanished form the face of the world. During her mission, Nerwen will meet old friends and acquaintances, like Gandalf, Elrond, Galadriel, and find new ones, such as Tom Bombadil, Bilbo, Thorin Oakenshield. Nerwen will experience feelings new and unknown to the immortals, she'll rejoice and grieve, face new and old enemies, visit stunning places like the Shire, Rivendell, Lothlórien, and go to the vast and little known lands of the East, where she'll meet the Avari, the Elves who, at the beginning of time, refused to undertake the Great Journey to the enchanted West, proud and distrustful of anyone not of their race. Her search for the Entwives will engage her bitterly and for a long time, but she'll have anyway the time to fall in love with a handsome Elven prince, tall and mysterious... WARNING: If you're reading this story on any other site than WATTPAD, you are on an illegal site and you are at great risk of malware attacks. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

A shadow lies on Thranduil and his forest, and only a power stronger than the darkness of old can save them. Grief and loss have turned him into a king with a heart of ice, and if he is ever to find redemption, the chains of guilt and remorse holding him captive, must be broken. But he is running out of time, and if he fails, the Woodland Realm with fall with him. When Anna, a mere human, finds herself at his mercy and he mysteriously chooses to keep her alive, she is faced with a choice: heal his broken heart or find her way home; a decision that might tear her apart or make her whole again. A tale of bittersweet love, sacrifice, and the search for absolution. ---------- Thranduil x OC set during the Hobbit timeline Angsty romance with a fair amount of drama and an eventual happy ending. Completed with approx. 218k words ------------ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Tolkien's Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this. This is purely for entertainment. The original characters (OC), as well as the plot, are mine!

You are sucked into the Realm of Middle Earth accidentally, and are bound to the ring! If you don't find a way to unbind yourself from it, you will perish within the fires of Mordor. Strong bonds of friendship, magic and no small amount of courage is needed for this quest. Are you up for it? "When will you tell her, Gandalf? That her spirit is connected with the ring?" Frodo asked the grey wizard. Gandalf's silver beard twitched, "Not at this moment, my young hobbit. Not until I can find a way to separate her conscious from Sauron's grasp... Or until it becomes too late to reverse the process..." He sighed at the coming thoughts, "Let us hope it's not the later, or she will perish with the ring... or worse... Become one with Sauron himself!"

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.

Miranda has grown up on earth with her parents in their cabin home in the woods. Her mother works surrounded by nature and her father is a businessman. She had a very strict upbringing and has some unique skills for the 21st century. She has always enjoyed fantasy stories. Some of her favorites are the books by J. R. R. Tolkien. What happens when she finds out that the books are not just stories? Join Miranda as she discovers the truth behind her upbringing and her real identity. She will love and she will lose but she will always fight. This book is a fan-fiction work by me. This is book one of two (possibly three) that follow the works by J. R. R. Tolkien. I do not own the works by J. R. R. Tolkien nor do I claim ownership of his characters, places, or plot. This specific book follows the plot of "The Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien. I own my own characters and any experience that they have that does not exist in "The Hobbit" or "Lord of the Rings" trilogy. Please do not copy or attempt to reproduce this fan-fiction or it's characters without consulting me. This is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please enjoy the fan-fiction, "Elf of Fire and Light." Note the art in cover does not belong to me. All rights go to "Namiricorn". They are a good artist, please go check them out.

~ on going ~ uploading every Sunday ~ "He is known in the Wild as Strider," his father Thranduil had said to him, before Legolas embarked on that journey to the North, seeking the son of Arathorn amongst the Dúnedain. Yet nothing in those words-or in the King's measured tone-had prepared him for the path already carved before him. A path that would not only alter his fate but entwine it with that of a stranger he meets in the shadows of a pub in Bree. Years later, as the War of the Ring fades into legend and the twilight of the Third Age gives way to the dawn of the Fourth, this unfortunate encounter follows the elven prince still. What then began as a diplomatic mission becomes a web of choices and consequences bound by a power older-and perhaps more perilous-than even Sauron's Ring. Alliances will be tested and from the echoes of the Old War new shadows will rise threatening to unravel the peace that was so hardly fought over to be claimed. What will it take to preserve what was won, and who will rise to pay the price when peace begins to fracture? An ongoing tale inspired by the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, this story delves into the untold corners of Middle-Earth-a journey of loyalty, sacrifice, and the unseen forces of fate that shape us all. Join the adventure, and help shape the unfolding tapestry of myth, mystery, and heroism displayed not by heroes but from those who bear its cost. ~ Book 1 out of 4 ~

"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ." ... "You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it." Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment. All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.

A century has passed since Lytharial vanished into the night, leaving behind the life she once knew. Now, she navigates the perilous streets of Minas Tirith, entangled in dangerous dealings and dark magic that threaten to consume her very soul. In Lothlórien, Legolas is preparing for a wedding that will alter the course of his life forever. Betrothed to Celeborn's daughter, he faces a future bound by duty. But fate intervenes, leading him on a journey that could reunite him with the one he thought he had lost forever. The Fellowship of the Ring, their heroic deeds now legends, are scattered across Middle-earth. Their names are fading from memory, but their bonds remain. Aragorn, Gimli, and the others continue to fight for a world that seems to be forgetting them. As old and new threats rise, the paths of Legolas and Lytharial converge once more. Will the dark powers that ensnare Lytharial be her undoing, or can she find redemption? Can Legolas's love guide her back to the light? And what of the Fellowship-will they reclaim their place in history, or be lost to the sands of time? In this epic tale of love, loss, and legacy, discover the untold stories that weave the past and present of Middle-earth into a tapestry of fate. **Echoes Through Eternity** will take you on a journey where hearts are tested, and heroes are forged. Will the echoes of the past shape the future, or will they be silenced forever?