Alternate Universe. Really Really Alternate Universe. Like... oh, it's hard to explain. Elrohir is in it and he's an army medic and war is everywhere and Rivendell has burned to the ground (and the whole thing has a big modern twist). But they're all together still and they aren't going down without a fight. Give it a try if you're not scared of strange anachronisms.

Imladris. Midwinter. A hunt, a boy, a bunch of horses, a bunch of hounds, a bunch of Elves, and Glorfindel overseeing the whole wide parade, of course, because this little story is a Christmas present for Levade, who first made him come alive to me. Story completed: will update regularly.

The children of the Rangers of the North learn early the duty that so often keeps their fathers away, and their own roles as part of a scattered, diminishing people. But for one wilful daughter, it will take trial and devastation before she finds her place among the Dúnedain, and comes to understand the fealty that binds her father to an uncertain fate.

A series of short stories involving a specific aspect of Aragorn's experience as a healer, each from a different time of his life. Rated for medical situations and depictions of childbirth.

An old, reclusive Ranger grudgingly entertains an unexpected guest, breaks a vow, and battles old memories. Written for the June "No Time" Teitho challenge.

In which the Rangers are shorthanded, Aragorn is a lousy patient, and Ivorwen gets to behave as a grandmother should.

In a crumbling village in the Northern wastes, the family of a missing Ranger waits in growing desperation for his return. Meanwhile, his Chieftain, recovering from wounds of his own, does a bit of patching up and holding together, and gives a Dúnedain youngster reason to hold on to hope a little while longer.