Set immediately after s2. On their way back to Lindon, Galadriel and Elrond talk - Galadriel has many apologies weighing on her, but so does Elrond.

In spite of her mother's wishes, Tilda wanted to see the world beyond their village. She wanted to know its secrets, and to find her father as well. But when orcs attack, she will soon be swept off on an adventure far different than the one she imagined. And it will lead her not only to unanticipated discoveries about her heritage, but about her own heart, as well. Halbrand/OC

Galadriel; she is halved. Something has invaded her body through her chest; the wound a portal to her soul where ancient evils can slither in. Upon touching it, her heartbeat pulses on her palm. It ticks slower, the pattern skewed and unpredictable, as if it's been tinkered with. As if a small cog has slipped into the clockwork, throwing the beats out of sync, diluting time.

It is a moment Maethoriel never imagined, but the empty raiment at her feet proves it had, indeed, come to . Sauron is dead. She should feel relief, but all she knows instead is a sense of fear over a world that will see not only herself, but her companions as monsters to be eradicated at any cost. A fear that will pull her away from the only one who ever kept her safe. Adar/OC

It was a simple arrangement. One Tilda had grown to accept, so long as she could stay as far from her would-be captor's presence as she wished. But when chance forces her into closer proximity with the man known as Halbrand, she will find that her patience is not the only thing to be tested. Particularly when what he seems to desire most, now, is her heart. Yellowstone-ish AU.

Mairon reflects on life in Eregion and the difficulties in forming the Nine.

Marion's thoughts after he finds himself in Eregion for the first time.

Why not call out a greeting? Why stand so silently, watching? As usual, Elrond seemed to perceive his discomfort. "You did not fail to see. There are many strange things that dwell in the dark - of which we understand little." He warmed to the subject with enthusiasm. "Vengeful spirits, dreadful shapes whose corruption…" "Very comforting," Durin cut in.

Elrond has a heated conversation with Galadriel's unlikely advocate about friendship, betrayal, and loss. Elrond, OC. One shot.

"Raze Eregion. Leave no Elf alive. But bring me their leaders." Brief AU scene insertion set after s2e7 where events are rearranged to see Sauron's orders fulfilled.

"Your days stretch unending while mine are petals plucked from the flower. And yet you will leave again, as you always do. I am caught here, bound to the ground, and you… you are bound to the stars." - the new King of the Southlands and the elven envoy fight for their future

Following the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, Galadriel founds Lothlórien, and one day Elrond visits with her lost husband...but is he really Celeborn?

Nous ne pourrons jamais nous aimer au grand jour. Nous serons éternellement dans deux camps opposés. Deux ennemis s'affrontant sur le champs de bataille. Deux ennemis mortels recherchant à mettre un terme à l'existence de l'autre. Mais la nuit venue, nos corps se mêleront, nos lèvres se savoureront pour ne faire qu'un. (Halbrand x Galadriel) [ONE SHOT]

Halbrand and Galadriel enjoy a brief, lighthearted interlude during their time in Eregion. Mostly friendly, with a touch of romance. Halbrand/Sauron POV. Disclaimer: I took the liberty of mentioning common fruits here.

Galadriel seeks the monster in the cave. The monster seeks her. / a collection of spooky Haladriel stories

Bien avant la chute de Númenor, certains de ses exilés parcouraient déjà la Terre du Milieu. Que ce soit pour honorer d'anciennes alliances ou pour prouver la valeur que les Hommes de l'Ouest portaient en leurs cœurs, ils répondront présent. Et rien n'arriverait même si l'une de ces rôdeuses pleine de bonne volonté venait de pousser à bout le Haut Roi des Elfes.

Hades & Persephone Type Story: Aeowae certainly never expected to be kidnapped. Especially by an orc lord who was far more attractive than he should be. But she would protect her people's Star at any cost. Adar never expected his prisoner to be so defiant. Or so beautiful. But he had to protect his people at any cost. But, fate, and a Star with a will of its own had other plans

"I have worked very hard, and I'm that close. Leave before I tell Celeborn–" "Tell him what exactly? How you almost got us killed with your road rage? How you chased me down your lawn with a crossbow?" / a tale of repressed rage and cosmic connections

"You have awakened in me the parts that long for power." Galadriel says to the shadow that bears his form. "You have corrupted me." His laugh is spiked and bitter. "And you think you left me unchanged?" / Corruption runs both ways. Destruction too.

That day on the banks of the Glanduin, Galadriel accepted Sauron's offer and became the Light Queen: his lady and his bride. Centuries later, the Dark Lord has a luxurious gift for his queen, for there is nothing more that he loves than worshipping the light of her hair.

"Where were you?" he whispered. "One moment I'm looking at the bloodied sky and the next you're out of my sight. I called for you. I called," he swallowed, "and cried and begged for you to be safe." She turned away, lest he see her glistening eyes. Let the night be over, for she couldn't bear this. "I survived. I always do," she answered bitterly.

"I will fight, if you are with me." He can fight darkness itself. She will demand it, someday. She lifts her chin, but leans closer. "I serve no King."

Eregion, after Halbrand is healed. The fate of the rings is decided between stolen kisses and promises.

After Elrond pulls Galadriel from the Glanduin, she is haunted by memories. Every moment she spent with Halbrand over the past month has turned into something dark and terrible.

Being a elf is peaceful, but also dangerous, and being a thief is worse. Stealing is a punishable offense, but stealing from the King would be death...or would it?