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  • A kings servant (Thorin Oakenshied)
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    This story is set before Smaug attacked. Alice is a human girl though with her short height she is often mistaken for a hobbit. She is 16 years of age. She lives in the city if Dale with her mother. Her mother is a servant to King Throrr and the royal family. Alice often goes to help her mother do her daily work. H...

  • ~Beast~ the hobbit (Legolas)
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    The shifter she was forever alone wandering the lands weeping at the misfortune that had come to her and her race. She had no knowledge of herself apart from the memories of her kin being murdered, she didn't even know her own name. Everyone she knew were slaughtered before her by none other than the pale Orc himself...

  • What Lies Ahead (A Lord of the Rings Fanfic)
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    Auriella was an elf (well, kinda) trying to live as normal of a life as she could (not really), until a hunt for slave traders brought her to Bree- what she always thought was a peaceful, relatively quiet place was now crawling with Wraiths. Joining a quest to destroy the last remains of Sauron, she must try to prote...

  • The quiet one (Thorin Oakenshield love story)
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    Dwarves are known to be loud and rambunctious...however Violet is timid, shy and quiet, Bilbos neighbor with a thick shell, however she has one skill the dwarves intensely admire...she is an astonishing fighter. This is something they could use on their journey. Also, the skill that happens to catch the eye of a certa...

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  • I am loyalty (Thorin / OC )
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    I am loyalty. I am fire made flesh. I am yours. Pain.Fear.Sadness.Guilt. This is all she feels. After decades of torment , Adrianna (one of the last shifters in Middle-earth) starts to go crazy. She slaughters any Orc she finds , but never mind how much blood she spills , it's never enough. An old friend comes to Ad...

  • 1 | dark pasts [oakenshield]
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    "There is a different type of texture behind each person, a different fragrance that wafts off one another, a different past. One might accuse the other of it, or of themselves in general; but you have to look deeper, you have to know more. Then, and only then, will you know their true texture, their actual fragrance...

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