Thranduil knows better than any that beauty is only skin deep, but what does he believe lies underneath? Early Third Age and beyond.

"There was a time you trusted me without even knowing my name," Thorin said. "I wish you would try to do so again." He used to be righteous in a world full of liars and cowards. Perhaps that was a child's view, Hem thought. Was Thorin calculating and cold, a tyrant like all other masters? (Stand-alone sequel to The Cautiousness of Hanah Skinner. Post-BoFA.)

Heroes didn't exist anymore, and if they did, she wouldn't be one of them. To the people who came across her, she was the brooding Ranger with the dark grey hooded cloak. All it took to disrupt her pensive calm was a quest halfway across the world. With it, she had a hard time understanding how down-on-her-luck she was and how everything can go all pear-shaped in no time. Kili/OC

A psychological war gets completely out of control. Lust doesn't cut it and love doesn't just happen, so how else can it work? GaaSaku, Finished!