O Silmarillion

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.

Ahsoka Tano

Galadriel, a guerreira dos Noldor, carrega o peso de séculos de luta contra as trevas. Sauron, o Maia corrompido, veste novos disfarces, mas mantém sua ambição inabalável. Unidos por uma conexão que desafia a lógica e alimenta suspeitas, ambos caminham na linha tênue entre o ódio e o fascínio. *Baseado na série Anéis do Poder, da Amazon Prime!

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© Non-commercial fanfic, based on the books "The Fall of Gondolin" and "The Silnarilion". J.R.R. Tolkien Gondolin was great and beautiful... But even where beauty seems to predominate, darkness finds a breach. "In the armor of Fado (as the Children of the Earth call it) there is always a crack and in the walls of Sentence, a breach, until the plenitude, which you call the End. " < — Ulmo, à Tuor (The Fall of Gondolin)

Bolinho de Arroz Crocante

Legolas lets slip big news to Elrond and Galadriel. Or The reason Lord Elrond left for Valinor.

"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.

O Elessar

This is the legend of two warriors of the Light whose names have been swallowed by time. His detractors, heralds of doom, would tell his story with an air of tragedy and barbarism; in these lines, however, I show you the truth that has been hidden under the mists of gossip, in the hope that your strength will allow your nicknames to echo through Eternity. "Eternity — A Tale of Middle-earth" follows the story of Alatar and Pallando, the Blue Wizards who, alongside Saruman, Gandalf and Radagast, came to Middle-earth to guide their people in the struggle. against the Dark Lord. His mission is to attack Mordor from the rear, convincing those who adhered to the false promises of the heralds of doom to fight for the Light.

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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.