She came to Erebor as a duty - a diplomatic bargain, a political bride in everything but name. He was the king she was meant to negotiate with, not fall for. A man carved from stone and fire, impossible to sway... until she did. What begins as an alliance becomes something neither can step back from. A pull too deep, too dangerous, too undeniable. But the closer she stands to Thorin Oakenshield, the clearer it becomes: Power has enemies. Kings have shadows. And every choice has a cost. In a mountain that remembers every promise, two stubborn hearts discover that some bonds are forged - and some are claimed. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or elements from Tolkien's Middle-earth. All canon characters belong to their original creator except Sara and the story line

Her family gave shelter to a band of weary travelers. A meal by the fire, a kindness freely given - nothing more. But five years later, Thorin Oakenshield remembers. With Erebor reclaimed and his crown secure, the King Under the Mountain seeks to repay a debt long left unsettled. Yet when he returns to the farmstead, he finds not a warm hearth but ruin - and the woman who once caught his eye standing alone among the ashes of her family's sacrifice. What begins as honor quickly becomes something deeper: laughter breaking through grief, quarrels sparking into kisses, and two stubborn souls learning to fight not against one another, but for each other. As shadows stir once more and Erebor itself calls him home, Thorin must decide if love can be more enduring than stone - and if he dares to claim not just a kingdom, but the heart that has been his all along. A tale of memory, fire, and fate - where debts are paid not in gold, but in love and when love blooms promise is kept.

She never asked to be a seer. She never asked to carry visions that tear pieces of her away each time she looks into the dark. But when Gandalf brings Maureen to Thorin Oakenshield, she finds herself bound to thirteen dwarves and one stubborn King who swears she is under his protection. From the gold-lit halls of Erebor to the shadowed forests of Mirkwood, Maureen walks a road filled with visions of blood, fire, and loss. Every glimpse into the future shows her the same unbearable truth: Thorin's death. Yet the closer she draws to him, the harder it becomes to let go. Thorin has weathered exile, fire, and battle-but nothing shakes him like the woman fate has placed in his path. She is fire and defiance, tenderness and steel, and though she insists her gift will one day destroy her, he refuses to surrender her to prophecy. Not to Azog, not to kings who would bargain for her, not even to the madness of his own gold-sickness. As kingdoms clash, armies gather, and dragon-fire burns, a bond forged between King and Seer may be the only thing strong enough to defy fate itself. But can love endure when prophecy demands sacrifice? A tale of destiny, devotion, and the fierce love that can turn the tide of war-Maureen and Thorin's story will break your heart and heal it, leaving you breathless until the last page.

Dayia, une guerrière des Terres du Nord. Une compagnie de nains prête à tout pour récupérer leur royaume volé. Des destins qui s'entremêlent vers un seul but : Erebor. Oyez Oyez : les personnages de l'œuvre de Tolkien ne m'appartiennent pas, mis à part ma chère Dayia et sa famille. Je suis ici pour vous divertir, cette fanfiction n'est pas une masterclass sur la Terre du Milieu. Couverture : illustration de Eleonor Piteira Enjoy.

Au détour d'une traque menée par un changeur de peau, La compagnie de Thorin est sauvée par un étranger au visage caché. Cependant lorsque le capuchon tombe, l'inconnu se révèle être la Dame D'Erebor, fiancée du fils de Thràin, Yseult dont la silhouette avait disparu lors du dernier assaut pour reprendre la Moria.

There were few people that Thorin Oakenshield trusted. He trusted his kin, but that was it. After losing the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves of Erebor were looked down upon by many races of Middle Earth and elves had a special place of distrust in Thorin's mind. Except... Oreliell and her sister are wanderers, traveling across the vastness of Middle Earth, surviving in the wilds and helping those that needed it. Then, one day, they stumble upon a company of thirteen dwarves, a wizard, and a halfling. Author's Note: Please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

Amaris - Child of the moon Struck with guilt, grief, and sorrow, Amaris lives on the outskirts of the Shire in solitude ever since the mysterious extinction of her species. She believes that she is to remain alone for the rest of her existence because of her guilt from the massacre of her people. After all, why did she deserve to live over everyone else that had died? What had she done to be above them? One night, she is shot down by a certain hobbit and her life changes forever. The question is that is it for better or for worse? Amaris learns her purpose and realizes that she doesn't want to be alone anymore. She feels a sense of longing to call someone a friend again. An unlikely friendship forms between sworn enemies, and with one, maybe even something more.

Sara Aldhard is a simple girl in college, living happily with her parents and brothers when a disaster occurs with one of her brothers and she gets into a life changing car crash. When she wakes, she finds herself in Rohan and soon meets none other than a meddling grey wizard who may or may not push her onto a quest with the dwarves of Erabor... but with a mission of her own: Protect the line of Durin.

After being unexpectedly dumped the night of her firm's Christmas party, thoroughly modern Noelle James decides to skip the festivities and go for a walk along Fifth Avenue. The last thing she expected to happen was to be accosted by a man dressed in all fur and leather carrying a lethal-looking sword and asking for her to help him find his way back to Mirkwood. As in, The Hobbit Mirkwood. But not the novel, the movie. Thorin Oakenshield has no idea how he ended up in modern day New York City, and no idea how to get back to where he belongs. The last thing he remembers is becoming disoriented while wandering through the enchanted forest at Mirkwood. He stumbled forward and out of his world into one wholly foreign to him. And now he has to rely on this one woman to help him. And neither one of them was at all prepared for things not quite going as they were supposed to...

Thorin Oakenshield has a guardian angel of sorts, only he doesn't know it. Yet. After breaking up a fight between Thorin and another man, Seren Gilwynn vowed to watch over the dwarf prince for the rest of her days. She never thought both Dale and Erebor were on the threshold of being destroyed by Smaug the dragon, with dwarves and men scattered about Middle Earth. Bounced from place to place, Seren has learned everything she could about weapons and fighting, with her promise to keep watch always in the back of her mind. And when she finally tracks Thorin down, she fully intends to keep that promise. Thorin, however, has different plans. He is on his way to the town of Bree, in search of his own father, Thráin, who has been missing for years. When he stumbles headlong into an assassination attempt, he is grateful for the boy who appeared as if from nowhere who comes to his aid. He has no idea that boy is the same little girl from Dale, all grown up now. He also has no idea that the boy he sees as a pest will soon become everything to him.