Hello, beautiful soul, my name is Jaya. You can find me on Fictionpress here.

I write fantasy, fables, and poetry, and passionately mingle family and fantasy. I love meeting new people so feel free to PM me!

My works:

Nin Chronicles: My Lord is the first of the Nin Chronicles. When Asmeril shows up abused on Thranduil's doorstep, Thranduil is not sure he wants another son after the one he gave up. Can he learn to love Asmeril, who is desperately in need of love and kindness?

Nin Chronicles: My Greenleaf is the second of the Nin Chronicles. It started out so sweetly . . . Now Lord Katar is back for revenge. His wrath is terrible and his tortures cruel. The hurt Thranduil and Legolas endure during their imprisonment tear apart their souls. Who will save them? And, if they are saved, how will they recover from their experiences?

Nin Chronicles: My Word is the third of the Nin Chronicles. Elladan and Elrohir live normal lives by their father's standards, but both twins struggle to accept the way Elrond raises them, their hearts hurt and cut by the Great Lie. When a demon possesses Elrohir, according to Elrond, their lives change forever. Will their injured hearts ever know love, or will they fade from the cruelty Elrond views as fair?

Nin Chronicles: My Kingdom is the fourth of the Nin Chronicles. It is a collection of short stories. To be King is to look out upon one's realm with the knowledge that status has no meaning where hearts are concerned. For any father, for any parent, their kingdom's are found in the eyes of their family. Herein lie the tales of those kingdom's; the laughter found in mishaps, the tears in sorrow, and the anger borne of impatience and cruelty.

Benders is the first of the Benders Saga. Thranduil leaves home for freedom in the world outside his home, Greenwood the Great. He wants adventure but little does he know how much adventure he will get. He uncovers a mysterious and dark secret from his past. From that moment onward, his life changes forever

Benders: Defying History is the second in the Benders Saga. Thranduil learns of a tragedy later to occur in his life, and vows to stop it. But he has seventy five years until he must act. He counts on spending the time with his new friends and family, using his unique bending powers to kill orcs and help people in need. When he stumbles into a sacrificial party unintentionally, his life is turned upside down.

Benders: Web of Lies is the third in the Benders Saga. The war is over and Sauron is defeated, driven back by the last Alliance of Men and Elves. Thranduil and his wife are raising their four children in Mirkwood. But Thranduil's troubles are not over yet for never before could he have imagined his gifts could cause such a rift to open in the ties of family love or cause one he loves to be cruelly injured.

Benders: Dragonfire is the fourth in the Benders Saga. In a breath, Thorin had bloodied Legolas and infuriated Thranduil. In a breath, he knew pride and hatred. In a breath, Thorin Oakenshield knew an elf would walk beside him, that he would face Smaug with the most unlikely of friends, and perhaps not walk from Erebor with the Arkenstone in his hands. In a breath, he knew dragonfire.

Haikus of Middle Earth is a collection of different haikus, each published as its own story for each character I have worked with.

Assorted One Shots include A Lesson In Love, Blizzards, The Two Hunters, 100 Days, and A Son's Sacrifice.

Starless Night is a tale about Drizz't Do'Urden, set in Forgotten Realms and is exempt from all of my other works. Mai'Zak is the ill-fated son of Drizzt Do'Urden. Never knowing and hating his father, when thrust into peril with his brother, will he kill Kalin or come to terms with his fate? Taking his son for dead, Drizzt sets out to find his body. When he learns he has a family he thought long dead, will he ally with them against the zombies or turn his back on the only love he may ever know?

A note on my works:

I am working on two stories, Dragonfire and My Kingdom. Updates to My Prince occur weekly on Thursdays. Updates to My Kingdom occur at random. I finish every story I write and will never abandon it.

Everything I write I own; do not plagiarize my works for I will report it. Happy reading; feel free to leave your thoughts or PM me to share any opinions you may have about my stories.

To Guest Readers:

I usually take time to say thank you to you in the next chapter of the story and will add an Author's Note chapter for the sake of thanking you for reading if necessary. Enjoy my works!

That boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago.

That girl you called a slut today? She's a virgin.

The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family.

That girl you pushed down the stairs the other day? She's already being abused at home.

That girl you called fat? She's starving herself.

The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You don't!

Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but re-post this if you are the 1% with a heart.

I do not usually share pieces but this one was so sweet and it made me feel so sad, I had to repost it. Re-posted from Thrawn13's profile:

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

"The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Reposted from BladeRunner89's profile:

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children without spanking. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

RIP We shall remember

Credits to the proprietor of these hilarious jokes.

Kids are Quick

TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America.
MARIA: Here it is.
TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?
CLASS: Maria.

TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?
JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.

TEACHER: Glen, how do you spell 'crocodile?'
GLEN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'
TEACHER: No, that's wrong.
GLEN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.

TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?
DONALD: H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER: What are you talking about?

DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.

TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.
WINNIE: Me!

TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?
GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.

TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ' I. '
MILLIE: I is..
TEACHER: No, Millie, always say 'I am.'
MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'

TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?
LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.

TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?
SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.

TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?
CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.

Reposted from Pip the Dark Lord of All's profile:

On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.
(The shoplifter special!)

On some Swann frozen dinners:
Serving suggestion: Defrost.
(But it's 'just' a suggestion!)

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)
Do not turn upside down.
(a little too late, huh?)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding:
Product will be hot after heating.
(Really? Are you sure?)

On Nytol sleep aid:
Warning: may cause drowsiness.

On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(I think something got lost in the translation)

On Sainsbury's peanuts:
Warning: contains nuts.

On an American Airlines packet of nuts:
Instructions: open packet, eat nuts.
(somebody got paid big bucks to write this one...)

On a Swedish chainsaw:
Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.
(Was that a popular problem...?)

On a child's Superman costume:

Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly

(like really?)

I hereby swear to never leave Fan Fiction and the friends I've made here without trace. If a circumstance occurs in which I must sever myself from this site, be it known that I will put an explanation on my profile. This is because my heart breaks whenever I read an amazing story, and then find out that the writer is gone. I never know if he/she'll ever come back, and must live my days wondering, hoping against hope that he/she'll return. Signed: Lily Lindsey-Aubrey, Pip the Dark Lord of All, Sixty-Four K, Eldhoron, Mirkwood Warrior, Erelil Morningstar, Jaya Avendel