||Prologue||"The world was young, the mountains green,No stain yet on the Moon was seen,No words were laid on stream or stoneWhen woke and walked alone.He named the nameless hills and dells;He drank from yet untasted wells;He stooped and looked in ,And saw a crown of stars appear."
You could say Endor Baggins's life was the complete opposite of her uncle Bilbo's. Having grown up as the proper hobbit, with no "trouble in an adventurous spirit," she was highly praised by strangers and hobbits alike. That is, until her father and mother died in a tragic incident. The Shirefolk would forever blame shock for Endor's dramatic change, although she remembers the shift as the revelation of her true character.
Indeed, whereas Bilbo transformed from adventurous to reserved, Endor moved from conservative to travel-frenzied. And her little brother of three years, Frodo, had no tether on her actions. After all, Bilbo was there to look after her sibling as she travelled the West for months at a time.
With this change in spirit, it came as no surprise when she demanded to accompany her uncle in his visit to Erebor, thirty-three years after his departure from the Company. After all, it had been Bilbo whom she idolized: her courageous uncle who reclaimed a mountain from a dragon with a rogue band of dwarves. This was a simple visit to a distant land, yet the journey made a second hobbit into legend.
And thus, her story begins when she took her first true step, from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain, hobbits to dwarves, past to future, and loneliness to love.
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Here is the promised first chapter of my newest project! This story will take place between The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. Unlike my previous projects, the plot of this story is entirely my own, as is the dialogue. Additionally, this story will be more mysterious than adventure based.
Be on the watch for the first chapter tomorrow, and please vote on one of the covers above!
xo
Patagonian
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Endotherm {Thorin/Hobbit}
Fanfiction"The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in M...