Stories by filimeala

Thorin had told him and his brothers stories of the Zundushunh. They were a dwindling people living to the north of their halls in Ered Luin. Fili dreams of meeting them, curious of the fabled people. He doesn't expect to become bonded with a dark, glittering eyed woman, or that she would follow him to Erebor. Slightly AU, book and movie.

"Do you see it?" Nuil asked pointing to the stars. Thorin watched her hand, tracing the outline of a ring of stars. "My father called it the 'mountain crown', abad bovan. He saw it over Erebor. He called it fate. A right to rule" Thorin watched her eyes gleam with old memories. "I do not condemn your quest, Thorin, but I am wary of the fate you will meet," she whispered.

He was the son of a Prince. Grandson of a King. He was the brother of an heir. Every dwarf wanted to be him, and every dwarf envied him. He had everything any good respecting dwarf wanted. He was the pride of his mother, the confidant of his elder brother, and the trusted son of his father. But he was so unhappy. The is the story of Frerin, son of Thrain. (Slightly AU)

Amoniel, handmaiden to Lady Celebrian, has lost her brother. As her grief begins to consume her Celebrian works hard to give Amoniel something worth living for. With the guidance of Lord Elrond, the Lord and Lady of Rivendell bring together two people who never thought they would find love.

"Y-you!" she gasped pointing the stun-gun at him. He raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly. It was all coming back to her now, in flashes, glimpses of conversation. Jackie held the side of her head, blinking the pain away. "You took my memories! Y-You're working with them!" As she spoke his gaze turned cold, and he advanced on her as she let out a frightened shriek.

There's two new people at Grimmauld Place and they're driving Remus insane. Are they worse than the notorious Weasley Twins themselves?

"Don't get any ideas though," I warned. He smiled at me. A true smile, not the fake one that he used on other people. "I'm making no promises," he said. Something unexpected, something unplanned, it's how we became friends. I wasn't sure when, or how it even happened, but he wormed his way into my life.

"Then you don't,"she replied looking down at her hands, "but I will never join Voldemort. Not for you, not for my family, not even to live. I won't watch as he burns the world." "You would rather die?" he said. "I'd die for something I believed in," she said. "What do you believe in?" he asked solemnly. Sequel to Evangeline.

story starts in the second book, a mysterious woman traveling with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. . .who is she? Where did she come from? Thats what a certain Horselord wants to finds out. Only he gets more than he bargained for. . . .

She had a secret so dark, that it would haunt her all her life. Living under the shadow of her ancestors and father, while struggling to live in a world threatened by the Dark Lord, and the ever watchful eyes of an admirer who also had his own dark secret