Mirkwood Stories

Meet Angela James your typical party girl who so happens to be a stripper in Las Vegas and has the reputation of the youngest and most beautiful bachelorette in Las Vegas. But her life is turned Upside down when one lonely Christmas night someone fell from her ceiling like literally broke her ceiling and landed in her living room. She'll never know if she'll ever be the same again. [I do not own Thranduil: only the story plot and Angela James]

Nîdeth, daughter of King Thranduil, grew up in the shadow of a love she never received. No matter how hard she tried-studying tirelessly, perfecting her talents, obeying every expectation-her father's gaze never lingered on her the way she wished. His cold distance shaped her childhood, and his lack of acknowledgment carved a quiet ache in her heart. As she grew older, Nîdeth pushed herself harder and harder, desperate for even a single moment of his approval. But this longing only dragged her down a darker path, one that eventually led to her own downfall. Then everything changed. One morning, Nîdeth opened her eyes and found herself small again-no taller than a child. She ran to the mirror and saw the impossible: she was only seven years old, her life rewound to the very age when her loneliness began. This time, she vows things will be different. This time, she will build a life filled with joy, warmth, and purpose-one not dependent on a father who could not love her. Nîdeth will grow into her future again, but on her own terms.

Ella a very beautiful elleth who humans haunt for being different,being an elf..making her run away and stumble at Mirkwood meeting the king of elves and fell in love with him but he doesn't return her feelings for he is afraid of losing another one he loves...And it made her very sad and angry until someone made her assassinate all the powerful elves ..Who is it?

Kaylla, a poor, sickly, orphaned girl from Gondor journeys to the Elvenking's palace in Greenwood the Great after receiving a letter from her birth mother telling her to do so. The letter is covered in Elvish scribbles and runes that Kaylla does not understand, but when she shows it to King Thranduil, her life changes forever.

The familiar characters and some background information,are,of course, Tolkien.The new are my own creation,a continuation of that story.I take no credit for Tolkien's body of work. The Kings Test At first it was a simple demonstration of basic commands.But it became apparent to Legolas how thick the tension was between them. He was sure one or the other would meet their demise before this 'demonstration' was over. "Relent."the king advises Gabriella, the tip of his sword mockingly flipping her raven locks."-you are out-skilled,out-maneuvered." "Never."she counters defiantly,in a low,dangerous tone,swatting his sword with such force,it practically flew from his hand. She gave him a challenging look,raising a brow. She wishes to play.Very well. He came at her full force,their blades clashing so fast,it was a blur. The king ruthlessly smacked the sword from her hand,but she quickly did a backwards flip before he could draw on her. "Had enough,little one?"he challenged. She stood,drawing two daggers from behind her. "I'll let you know when I've had enough,my Lord."she returned,her words dripping venom. Fiery little winch. "As you wish."he said,smiling wickedly. It was the first time he smiled at her,and it made her seethe! He skillfully picked up her sword with a flip of his,and took fighting stance.She came flying at him.Legolas covered his eyes. _________________________________ In 1984,19 year old Gabriella finds herself transported to Middle Earth,after loosing consciousness, receiving a round-house kick to the head.Is it all just a dream she's having while being comatose?Or is it true that there are no accidents,that everything happens for a reason?

The Second Age has ended in fire and blood, and the Third Age is beginning. The Enemy is not dead, but sleeps as the Elves know all too well. But in Lorien a joyous event has occurred in the midst of tragedy: the Lady Galadriel, to the surprise of many, has born a daughter. But she knows this daughter will be one unlike any in Elven history, for she first drew breath at the exact moment that Gil-Galad, Elven King, and Elendil, King of Men, perished in combat on Mount Orodruin (Mt. Doom). Celebriel Laurelin, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn was born under circumstances both auspicious and ill-omened. Still, her arrival is a joy to her parents and the elves of Lorien who claim her for their own. But shortly after her sister's Wedding to Elrond of Imladris--or Rivendell, she finds herself sent away from her beloved Lorien. Something is searching for her, some evil seems to be seeking her out. Is it looking for her, or her mother, or both? She grows up, aware of who she is but still has the uncertainty of youth. She knows her birth was no accident and there is a destiny awaiting her, but what?

Thranduil's face loomed closer as he leaned down. Their eyes were locked, and Alina saw his darken almost imperceptibly with unknown emotions. Noses brushing again, her eyes closed and she instinctively tilted her head up to him. His cool breath fanned her face, and her heart quickened. "Don't be afraid to ask for help, my dear." Startled, Alina's eyes flew open, only to see Thranduil, a smirk on his face and the baskets in his hands. His eyes gleamed with laughter as he turned to walk away, leaving Alina with a burning face and a racing pulse. Alina is a normal college student on her first study abroad course when something goes horribly wrong. She finds herself immersed in the world of elves and drawn to their cold-hearted leader. Is his heart to cold for her to melt or is there hope?

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

Rivendell and Mirkwood are on the brink of war. There is only one way to ensure the safety of each kingdom, but at what cost? *CURRENTLY ON HOLD FOR SOME EDITING/REVISION AND OTHER STUFF* Chapters Edited: 4/10 ~ I do not own these characters. All credit goes to J.R.R. Tolkien and his amazing work. My apologies in advance for any mistakes in the original lore.

Elen Ilvisar is an elf living in Mirkwood. She is lonely, and feels her life is slightly pointless. Then she gets whisked away on an unexpected adventure and everything changes.

In the deepest part of the Running River On both ends of the rummaging water In Mirkwood where a mighty realm was hidden A peculiar race that was long forgotten In the Elder Days they were last seen Only few now only wonder where they been Too long they dwelled in the shadows of the sea Ignore and disregard what the outside might be Their sweet mellow voices long not heard Voices that made water swayed and birds chirped Their lore and history long been unknown For they are the only one's who have known Golden as the rays of sunlight is their hair Tails that wriggles and wags they have to bear Swimming as graceful in the deep Disturbing the water whenever it is asleep Each eye very peculiar indeed For each has its own color and originality But little they know their time has come To rise above and let be disovered the realm For a darkness was commencing nearby An evil elven king that was once been their ally But words of the Necromancer will be disregarded And never will they again trust and be corrupted An unexpected love will scintillate And will kindle too much risks at state Setting aflame both their cold pale hearts Amid in the battle where sides will take part

When Loki goes to Mirkwood in search for the Tesseract he finds a new ally. But being the god of Mischief he cannot keep his pranking and revengeful ways in check. Now Legolas must escape the dungeons and prove his innocence with the help of his friends, or be forever labeled as a traitor. (NOT LokixThranduil)

Book one of the Arda Series A Shadow has invaded Greenwood the Great. A great evil has occupied Dol Guldur to the south. Great many evil things have reawakened and are knocking at their doorstep. Now it is known as Mirkwood, the forest of fear. In the Woodland Realm, the Elven King Thranduil rules over a warrior people and they will not cower from the darkness. Led by Prince Legolas, the Wood-Elves wage war against the Shadow, a war that lasts thousands of years. Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or any fan media

One-shots featuring you, dear reader, from The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

The story of a Sindar and Silvan elf that began among the trees of Greenwood the Great and now only remains alive in the heart of the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm. Part 1 (Prequel) of The Elvenking and Elvenqueen of Mirkwood Series. Cover made by @arrthurpendragon

Upon leaving for Valinor (at the end of LOTR), Galadriel prophesised an Elvish message to Thranduil. It read: "Son, after son, after sunrise will appear a daughter of Rohan whose voice will reign upon the world of men. Her union to the other family will change the face of Middle Earth forever." The Woodland Elves remained in Middle Earth by the urging of Galadriel to oversee the dominion of man and the fulfillment of this prophecy under the continued rule of King Thranduil and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. For the nine generations following the destruction of The One Ring the houses of Rohan and Gondor have only produced male heirs. They are waiting in hope for a daughter so that the two could unite through marriage and fulfill the prophecy. This story follows the life, love and decisions made by that very daughter.

Oh Digby, we're not in the Pie Hole anymore... My rather ridiculous fic on Ned's reaction to waking up in Mirkwood...only to discover he is in fact the ElvenKing. Just for giggles. I couldn't help myself! XD DISCLAIMER: I WISH...OH HOLY SWEET EMERSON COD...how I wish I owned Pushing Daisies. Sadly - nay tis a travesty - I am in no way connected/affiliated/owning of such a wonderful show. Neither do I own JRR Tolkien's incredible world - yet again such injustice in the world. But I do have the pleasure of loving such amazing creations, and the delightful right to fangirl idiotically over such ludicrous notions. Enjoy...and have some pie! XD

Chi wakes one day to find herself in a forest. Little does she know, that she has been transported to middle earth. The life as she once knew will dissolve as she faces hate, love, and fights for her life. ~some chapters are much shorter than others, info and things might be incorrect, not to sure where I'm going with this yet~

Ellendil let the arrow fly from her bow as she said, "I orcs gar- reached i fen!" She jumped over an orc and slid her sword through its back as she turned her gaze on the elf behind her. "Híril Ellendil, I orcs will nia nor- ammen!" the elf said. Ellendil blinked and looked around. "No, they won't," she said when she finally spotted what/who she was looking for. Without a moment's hesitation she flung herself into the fray, striking down any orc that got in her way. Blood splattered her face and finally, she leaped into a tree, drew her bow and loaded an arrow. "Híril Ellendil!" The moon shone in the night sky, and the cold chill of the night air made her breath chilling. She stared at the roaring figure and muttered, "Take down the leader, and you take down the army." Time seemed to stop as she let the arrow fly. It sped through the air slowly, and even slower, the head of the huge figure turned. But it was too late. The arrow struck him in the head, and he fell, dead. "Elldendil! Bellow cin!" Legolas called through the retreating orcs. The tree was shaking, and the orcs swarmed it. Ellendil let more arrows fly, but before she could leap to another tree the branch snapped and she fell into black. * * * Ellendil, younger sister to Legolas, and daughter to Thranduil longs to see beyond Mirkwood. Her deepest desire was to explore beyond Mirkwood, and she did not keep it hidden. With many attempts to escape she is confined to the kingdom and not allowed to enter the trees. In the end she gives up her dream, but all that changes when she meets Elmen. And across the land in Lothlórien the daughter of Galadriel, Elbereth, has not yet found her true love. And in Rivendell, the sister of Arwen and daughter of Elrond, Luthien, is striving to be the best medic she can be. (Ellendil, Elmen, Luthien, and Elbereth are my fanfiction characters. The rest belong to Tolkien) (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Stealing Isn't nice. ;))

After an outburst from her father, the Elvenking Thranduil, Princess Valerial flees into the forest and is taken by an elf, Faelor to Dol Guldur. Trained for centuries in combat she becomes Lady Morielle of Dol Guldur. The Witch King is fond of her and entrusts his missions to her. On one of these, Valerial was sent to intercept the dwarves from reclaiming Erebor. However, Valerial is in the dark about her lineage, as she was separated from her family from such a young age. Inspired by For Whose Sake by Celsius Fate, All That Remains by SkyleafAlchemist19 and The Missing Prince of Mirkwood by Bloody Phantom.