She goes by many names; the fearless one...blood runner...chain breaker. She has lived through many things. She had seen many faces. But will any of this help her when Gandalf seeks her help in a quest. She constantly struggles to contain the beast within her, and with her nerves constantly on edge, she may not be able to keep the creature caged for long. Will she be able to keep her identity from the company? And if she can't, what will happen if they find out..,if Thorin finds out?...

My following words of yore and spite may shock you to the very core. They acknowledge a fact known to few, and even less, known to heart. But please, by the whim of mind and patience of soul, I beseech you to listen all the clear. Tolkien's tale of Middle Earth has fallen from its original translation. His story of Thorin Oakenshield's company once bore truth, but fate was reconstructed in light of a prophecy: The girl born of flame, fostered by the dwarves, royal in her name, and her child's birth. She is the one and only protector of Middle Earth, guardian over Mordor, savior of our royal dwarf. Her knowledge will be countered by family's unknown survival, though fate will turn it right as in sacrifice of her royal line. It isn't just a story, but the Valar's greatest mistake; let the heavens toll loud to save Durin's sons After the war of the ring and the destruction of Sauron, the Valar decided to repeat the past, starting at the union of the company within a small hobbit hole in the typically quiet Shire. Why, you may ask, did they decide to do this? Originally, the Valar had ignored the prophecy stated above (as they had done in the past), allowing the Durin line to be exterminated by the Pale Orc, Azog. However, the reign of Dain and his heirs as they took Erebor's throne turned out to be heartless and cruel, unlike the intended fate of Erebor foretold. Therefore, the Valar decided to turn back the clock, 60 years, giving Gandalf the idea to invite the "girl of fire" to the meeting in Hobbiton. Indeed, this did bring about the intended fate of the Lonely Mountain as well as infinite happiness to the company of heroic dwarves. This is her story, as she sacrificed her line in saving Durin. Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for Erudian, Sidel, and Typhon as well as any events or dialogue I added. The remaining content is credited to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. All pictures belong to their respective owners

Bellethiel is a she-elf who has lived a long life. Along with this life has come many trials and suffering. She has a dark and mysterious past that is some how linked to the greatest Kingdom of Middle-earth: Erebor. But what would happen when a certain grey wizard stops her in her travels and invites her on a journey she will never forget. How will the she-elf and dwarf king react to one another once they meet? Will they hate each other because of racial differences or will there be hope in a dark place for the she-elf and dwarf king? HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in Hobbit (February 10, 2021) #1 in Hobbit 😱 (February 17, 2021) #1 in oakenshield (April 5, 2021) #1 in thorinoakenshield (June 21, 2021) #1 dwarf (April 15, 2023)

*SPOILERS BASED OFF ALL HOBBIT MOVIES* "This whole story; from beginning to end, was one of the best and most intriguing stories I have ever read on wattpad(and believe me, I've read a lot)!!!" -@incognitodolphin Orcs slaughtered all of the Nymphs except Jaedda. By forming a massive grudge against these creatures, she became an excellent warrior. But during the battle of Moria she fought in, Azog almost killed her. Almost. Thorin Oakenshield saved her, but she never got a chance to thank him. When Gandalf meets with him in Bree, Jaedda pledges her services to Thorin as thanks for saving her, thus making her part of the company to reclaim Erebor. But to her dismay, she later discovers that Thorin isn't fond of females. But soon, he grows an attachment to this brave little warrior. However, does she grow accustomed to him after how he's treated her? *I DO NOT OWN HOBBIT. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO TOLKIEN AND THOSE WHO MADE THE MOVIES*

Short story for my great friend Armitageforever because she deserves feels :)

"But roses can be quite troublesome. They are beautiful and alluring on the surface, but their true nature lies hidden in the shadows. For underneath their delicate facade, they are hard and sharp; able to inflict pain on anyone who ventures too close." - Nevaeh

Lothiriel is a Nymph from the forests of Eryn Vorn, Bilbo is a Hobbit from The Shire and Thorin and company have left behind their home, Erebor. Being unexpectedly roped into this intriguing adventure, Lothiriel is naturally taking in the adventure and the danger, unlike the unwilling Hobbit. Thorin on the other hand, although seemingly adrift to the two newcomers on his quest, accept their aid none the less. But what if all the adventuring comes at a cost? Or if something unexpected comes from this interesting adventure?

Aleanna always thought she was just a seamstress living in a small town south of Erebor. But when Thorin Oakenshield sweeps through town searching for work after Erebor's fall, she knows it's not the first time she's seen him. Nor would it be her last. ***This story was inspired by the scenes of young Thorin working as a smith in the towns of men. It takes place shortly after the dwarves' exile from Erebor, as they journey south through the Wilderlands east of Mirkwood then westward to Dunland. *****YIKES! IT IS NOW 12/20202 AND ALTHOUGH IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I WROTE THIS HUMBLE FANFIC, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR DISCOVERING IT AND READING IT! LOVE ALL YOUR COMMENTS!*****

It is a little known fact that Thorin had come to dislike the race of elves; but perhaps it hasn't always been this way, maybe, just maybe, once upon a time there wasn't such high disdain held towards them. The dwarf-Prince's heart isn't as nearly as impenetrable as the vaults of Erebor, a chance find and visit cause a form to grow between two races. If anything the elf-Princess's curiosity about everything, and anything which involved or was created by the hand of dwarf's in turn piques his own curiosity, not finding how something so delicate could find fondness in things so hardened. Regardless, a love formed, two pieces complete only to split thanks to a dragon's attack of the jealousy of what Erebor had within.