"Gilded Choices: The Reaping Of Stars" Is Finally Out!!!

"Gilded Choices: The Reaping of Stars" is finally out!!!

The "Hunger Games" x "The Rings of Power" fic is out today!!!

" The bells of the district tolled across Eregion, their deep, haunting chime reverberating off the mountains like the final echoes of a forgotten song. Galadriel stood at the edge of the stone balcony, gazing down upon the swelling crowd in the square of Ost-in-Edhil. The crisp mountain air bit at her exposed skin, wrapping her in its cold embrace, but the wind did little to cool the fire that flickered in her chest, the ever-growing storm of dread. Her silver-blonde hair danced with the wind, strands whipping against her face, but she did not brush them away. Her sharp, blue-grey eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding below. It was Reaping Day, the day when names would be called, and lives would be irrevocably changed. For centuries, she had watched from this very spot as the Games claimed tribute after tribute, taking away loved ones, warriors, and artisans alike. This day had never passed without a sense of foreboding, but now, the feeling gnawed at her insides in a way it never had before. Today, her own name lay in the pool, awaiting its turn to be drawn. Eregion, District Four, was known across the land for its unrivaled craftsmanship. Artisans, blacksmiths, architects— the people of Eregion shaped the world in ways only the finest hands could. The fires of their forges burned day and night, and the creations that emerged were nothing short of wonders. The graceful arches and intricate designs of their buildings were the envy of the other districts, reminders of a past when Eregion had stood at the pinnacle of elven beauty and strength. A past without the Games. But here, and now, no legacy could withstand the cruel force of the Games. Eregion's beauty had been reduced to a tool, its people churning out weapons and armor for the Capitol’s endless wars. Their craftsmanship, once a thing of art and pride, was now a commodity. And their finest young were chosen not for their skill but for their strength in battle. A different kind of forge, now, with no room for failure."

Hey, lovelies!💕 So, confession time: I'm a huge fan of both The Hunger Games and Lord of the Rings (like, who isn't?!) and somehow my brain thought, “Hey, what if we combined the two and created something angsty and dramatic and full of feels?” So here we are!😂 Instead of working on my exams (which I really should be doing, let's be honest 🙈) or actually finishing my OG book draft ( to get published end of November/Early December), I went all in on this AU.

This fic is going to be long and multi-chapter, so buckle up because there’s a lot to unpack in this alternate world of districts, tributes, and a whole lot of emotional tension. If you're here for the angst and the drama, you've come to the right place!😏 *wink wink*

Now, just a fair warning to all my fellow Galadriel x Celeborn shippers... You might want to sit this one out if you're hoping for a rosy, happily-ever-after between them. I’ve turned Celeborn a bit darker and he’s definitely not a flawless angel in this story. (But hey, that just adds more depth to the tension, right? 👀) The dynamics between him, Galadriel, and Elrond are going to get complicated, and yes—there's lots of spice and conflict along the way.

If you're interested in joining a small server ( "A Corner of Rivendell") to talk about shipping, about those two (Elrondriel), feel free to dm me and I'll send you an invite!💕💕💕

Here is the link towards the fic:

Gil-galad: wish i lacked critical thinking skills y'all seem so happy

This vibe ain't right, better fix it. ✨

I've been expecting you.