Senhora Galadriel

Nascida nas encostas de Nevrast, pouco antes da fundação da Cidade Oculta, Nimrien é filha de exilados que sobreviveram à dolorosa travessia do Helcaraxë. Em Gondolin, sob a luz das torres resplandecentes, seu caminho cruza o de Glorfindel, senhor da Casa da Flor Dourada. Mestre e pupila nas artes da guerra, constroem um elo profundo e silencioso, um amor que cresce nas entrelinhas do dever. Mas quando a cidade cai e Glorfindel entrega a própria vida ao enfrentar o Balrog nas montanhas, a promessa entre eles é desfeita, restando a Nimrien apenas as cinzas de um futuro sonhado. Eras depois, com o improvável retorno de Glorfindel à Terra-média, uma nova esperança surge, mas também o risco de que tudo se perca mais uma vez. Galadriel, em um presságio velado, anuncia que o fio que ainda une seus destinos está entrelaçado à sorte do Um Anel. Agora, com a escuridão de Sauron se erguendo mais uma vez, Nimrien e Glorfindel precisam lutar não apenas pela salvação da Terra-média, mas pela última e frágil possibilidade de que, enfim, o amor entre eles possa florescer, ou ser destruído de vez pela sombra que ameaça apagar toda a luz.

"The shadows are dark, but my heart rejoices." For you, Estel, will be one of the great whose courage will destroy it. Aragorn smiled, but his expression was more worried than hopeful. - Unfortunately, I can't predict this fact, and how it will happen is hidden to me. He gently turned her so he could look into his eyes. "But I will believe your hope and wait." And I reject this shadow with all my strength. But in the same way, ma'am, twilight is not for me. For I am a deadly man, and if you support me, star in the afternoon, you must also renounce twilight. Arwen looked west, where the twilight set in, but his body remained there, immobile like a white and immortal tree. She remained silent for so long that Aragorn began to worry if she was still alive. But what seemed a long time was just a few minutes. Then again he fell on him and holding back in his hand, finally said to him: -I'm by his side, Dunadan, and turn his back to the twilight.

pixieloki

Tired of Finrod's philosophies, Morgoth's shadow, and still bitter at being rejected by Aegnor, Andreth decided that she would forget all afflictions and go have fun, if only for one night. Aegnor x Andreth

Sophia

A new season has arrived, but unlike the last few years, this one has emerged in scarlet red like the blood of elves at dawn. And I understood that my brothers were right. Elves weren't all the same and they weren't all kind. — Your feelings make my heart ache. I wonder how you could carry so much grief with you, my lady. How could your soul come to this? — I fell in love. I replied simply. — An elf only falls in love once, and the feeling lasts for the rest of his life. However… Even if unrequited, there is no way it could have such bad consequences on a soul. My whole life, my family had told me that the onyx elves were not to be trusted, that thousands of years ago the balance of the forest was broken by them causing war between the realms. I ignored them because I thought that onyx was different, I thought my people could be wrong, but how could a young huntress know more than the four elders? Couldn't.

mathilda, stardust

Elves, hobbits, dwarves, orcs... Important elements in the work of the great Tolkien and that the young Gilraen Tasartir is already used to, as she works in a small library in New York City. Tasartir was used to Tolkien's mythological and fantasy world, but she never imagined that after an unexpected Christmas visit she would be there, in Middle-earth. It was all so confusing and surreal, even for a girl who had no background or family. Tasartir, fearing the death of a man who was identical to her mentor, decides to accompany her heroes on a mission that she already knows the beginning, the middle and the end, but the course of several stories are malleable...

Andy

"—I'm afraid you'll grow bitter, Legolas, if you don't know that feeling." Arwen approached and touched his shoulder fondly. [...] "Don't worry about me, my lady. I'll be fine. I've lived all these years... [...] “I'll be fine.” [...] Arwen let her thoughts wander, not focusing on anything special. Suddenly, with no one there to notice, she gave a brief start, gasping, and then she smiled, [...]. "Oh yes, my dear Legolas..." She looked up. to the stars, casting them a knowing look. "...you will."