Tag: elves
Echoes of a Name
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. Princess. The word cuts deeper than it should. It sneers at the bastard I am, the misfit ...Ashvale Crossing
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. The path leads to Ashvale, a town I only know from childhood studies. Smaller than Valenlorë yet ...In the Light
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. Lyanna and I push deeper into the forest, the world closing in around us. The path tightens ...A New Hunt
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. The only place I can think of going is Kendra’s. Her family lives in the commoner section ...Truth in the Cottage
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. Who is that man I saw? Is he a memory I’ve repressed until now? I catch sight ...Prologue: The Wedding Announcement
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation inspired by the fairy tales owned by the Grimm Brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. This story is not associated with Disney’s adaptations, their added characters, or story elements. Memories are special to the Elven kind, the Starborn, as we call ourselves. We hardly ever sleep, ...In The Valley Of Our Yesteryear
An old man bent, stooped amidst the passing crowd as the summer day wore on, and the heat along with it. The park had a pleasant breeze rolling in from the north to stave off the sun’s blazing glare. He stared at a tall oak tree that took residence in the park’s nexus. Here, sidewalks ...


