• Autumn Moon by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - Aragorn/Arwen wedding fic
• Eagle of the Star by Neoinean - gen fic about Aragorn’s young adulthood and his time as Thorongil in Rohan and Gondor. On hiatus but SO worth it.
• Strange Meetings by Min Daae - gen fic, Silmarillion crossover. Aragorn meets a fellow wanderer.
• Greet the Dawn by Neoinean - gen fic, Aragorn and Bilbo in the wilds.
• With Hope and Without Hope by docmon - Two Towers canon-divergence fic. 2008 MEFA winner!
• The Last Gift and The Light Returned by Ellynn - gen fic about Elrond, Celebrían, and family.
• Left by Mish and Trilliah - hurt/comfort, (possibly) platonic Frodo and Sam fic about Cirith Ungol
• Lost in the Darkness by Trilliah - hurt/comfort, gen. Sam is wounded in Moria.
• Shelob’s Bane by Kara’s Aunty - gen fic. Gandalf and Legolas, post-Quest, discuss the folly of angering a Gamgee.
• Gil Estel by @mirach - still one of my favorite Aragorn fics ever. Angst with a happy ending. Aragorn is injured and must find his way home.
• The Song in the Darkness by @mirach - my all-time favorite canon-divergence fic. Gen, hurt/comfort. Sauron seeks Aragorn out after the Pelennor, and finds an unexpectedly formidable opponent.
• No one stands alone by Oleanne - family/gen, angst. Celebrían is gone and Elrond must heal.
• I also have to recommend the works of my girlfriend, @rise-above-the-grave aka SerenLyall - she writes the best Elrond fic ever. (FFN, AO3)

Now news came to Hithlum that Dorthonion was lost and the sons of Finarfin overthrown, and that the sons of Fëanor were driven from their lands. Then Fingolfin beheld (as it seemed to him) the utter ruin of the Noldor, and the defeat beyond redress of all their houses; and filled with wrath and despair he mounted upon Rochallor his great horse and rode forth alone, and none might restrain him. He passed over Dor-nu-Fauglith like a wind amid the dust, and all that beheld his onset fled in amaze, thinking that Oromë himself was come: for a great madness of rage was upon him, so that his eyes shone like the eyes of the Valar. Thus he came alone to Angband’s gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat.

And Morgoth came.

That was the last time in those wars that he passed the doors of his stronghold, and it is said that he took not the challenge willingly; for though his might was greatest of all things in this world, alone of the Valar he knew fear. But he could not now deny the challenge before the face of his captains; for the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin’s horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves. Therefore Morgoth came, climbing slowly from his subterranean throne, and the rumour of his feet was like thunder underground. And he issued forth clad in black armour; and he stood before the King like a tower, iron-crowned, and his vast shield, sable on-blazoned, cast a shadow over him like a stormcloud. But Fingolfin gleamed beneath it as a star; for his mail was overlaid with silver, and his blue shield was set with crystals; and he drew his sword Ringil, that glittered like ice.

And men saw his [Ar-Pharazôn’s] sails coming up out of the sunset, dyed as with scarlet and gleaming with red and gold, and fear fell upon the dwellers by the coasts, and they fled far away. But the fleet came at last to that place that was called Umbar, where was the mighty haven of the Númenóreans that no hand had wrought. Empty and silent were all the lands about when the King of the Sea marched upon Middle-earth. For seven days he journeyed with banner and trumpet, and he came to a hill, and he went up, and he set there his pavilion and his throne; and he sat him down in the midst of the land, and the tents of his host were ranged all about him, blue, golden, and white, as a field of tall flowers. Then he sent forth heralds, and he commanded Sauron to come before him and swear to him fealty.

And Sauron came.

Even from his mighty tower of Barad-dûr he came, and made no offer of battle. For he perceived that the power and majesty of the Kings of the Sea surpassed all rumour of them, so that he could not trust even the greatest of his servants to withstand them; and he saw not his time yet to work his will with the Dúnedain. And he was crafty, well skilled to gain what he would by subtlety when force might not avail. Therefore he humbled himself before Ar-Pharazôn and smoothed his tongue; and men wondered, for all that he said seemed fair and wise.

‘Éowyn, Éowyn!’ cried Éomer amid his tears. 

But she opened her eyes and said: ‘Éomer! What joy is this? For they said that you were slain. Nay, but that was only the dark voices in my dream. How long have I been dreaming?’

‘Not long, my sister,’ said Éomer. ‘But think no more on it!’