Ever since she was a child, Leia Organa had dreamed. Leia Organa had dreamed, and her father had feared.

To sing a song of love, they say, will wash the blood away. But child, don't you know that they, who even slay for love...are filled with darkness and with hate, their hands now dripped in blood? So now take heed, dear summer's child, and listen to my voice: all is fair in love and war-for all will end in death. (Warning for dark themes and torture)

As the sun begins to set, turning the summer sky from azure to star-strewn violet, yet Elrond and Elros are nowhere to be found. As he searches for the wayward boys, Maglor begins to realize just what the twin sons of Earendil and Elwing have come to mean to him.

Even though the Ring has been destroyed, Frodo still finds his nights (and days) plagued by shadow of memory and shade of fear. While resting and healing in Rivendell, Frodo has an enlightening talk with Elrond, discovering something not only about himself, but something about the Elven lord as well.

A month has passed since Celebrian was rescued from the Orc den, and while the wounds of the flesh are fast to heal, the wounds of the heart still bleed. Yet Celebrian's family suffers as well, Elrond not least of all. Rage, hatred, bitterness...such things darken the heart and stain the soul. Death brings only death. But can he remember that, before it is too late?

"Oh, child," the desert sighed. "This was not how you should have been welcomed home." But the Skywalker family has been a family of slaves, and even though the desert has favorites, it cannot redirect fate. That is not to say, however, that there is no aid. (A short look at the day Leia spent as Jabba's slave, and an exploration of the Skywalker's bond with the desert.)

He had always thought her hair was beautiful, but he had never realized what it meant.

In the first moments after watching as her world was destroyed in a flash of green fire and brimstone and burning ash, Leia thought that she would feel anger, or betrayal, or even crippling agony. But all she felt was emptiness. (And yet, though her gods were burned to dust and memory with the stone of her land, perhaps she is not yet forgotten, nor forsaken...)

Two years after the Battle of Endor, Leia finds herself standing in a darkened room that she once knew well. But where once there had been joy and laughter and the bright memory of her father and her world, now there are only ghosts amid the shadows. And yet even so she is not alone, for though she has lost much, she has also found.

Han and Luke play a prank. Their target? A certain obdurate princess.

Han never pictured himself falling in love, but if he had, he would never have imagined it would be in a women's fresher, holding a spitfire princess as she threw up.

Leia's first encounter with Anakin was nothing like the fairy tales say it should be. When a princess meets her long-lost father for the first time, you see, there are hugs and tears of joy, and promises of "I'll never leave you again," and "I love you." But this is no fairy tale, and forgiveness does not come so easily as the stories say.

Han Solo was not, by nature, one to care much for numbers, unless it involved the words "money," "time," or "calculations for the jump to lightspeed so we don't end up in a star somewhere, thank you very much." But there was one thing he could not help but count: the number of times her lips touched his. [An exploration of Han and Leia's early relationship]

There were times, it seemed, that Leia knew things about Luke-things he had never told her, or anyone still alive. (So of course it was not that she truly "knew" such things...for how could she?) Sometimes, though, this knack of knowing the right thing at the right time came in very useful.

Not all kinds of fear are the same. Not all sorts of anger spur the same reaction. While visiting the city of Minas Tirith with Elrond nearly a hundred years after the end of the Last Alliance, Celebrian finds herself in an uncomfortable situation-one that she had never even imagined. Even if she feels the fool, however, there will always be those who will be her strength.