Meghan loves the Lord of the Rings, and The Hobbit. One walk in the woods would have her end up in the fantasy world where the story takes place. But she came at the wrong time, because Smaug is awakening, and the only way she can find her way home again is to embark on a journey with thirteen dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit. P.S. this story is under major editing, if you couldn't already tell. i wrote the beginning parts of this fic when i was like twelve and my writing has improved amazingly since then, so i really want to re-write it much, much better. however, i am only editing every once in a while so it could be very long before the edited/completed version is finished. for now, you can read the parts i have and fan me, then hopefully one day i will have it edited and completed and you all can read a much better version! thank you so much for your patience :) -olivia P.P.S. i am now updating the chapters as i finish editing them, so some chapters will be really shitty and some will be really good. the edited ones will have stars next to the title, and the unedited ones won't have stars. thanks! -olivia

*Sequel to The Desolation of Smaug* : : Thorin buried his nails perilously within the earth, sapphires fixating on nothing but infinite dread, "Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited. Sorrow won." : : Fame. Songs. A kingdom of corpses. Their names too heavy within each other's mouths. What remains once the war is won? Shadows. Longing. Regret, regret, regret. What do we become in death? "She belongs to the future; to the winds of the west sea, and the candles in the hallway. She dances wildly with the spiders; sings with the turn of the stars, and cries amongst the earthquakes and ghostly thunderstorms - like those that sneak away in the night. She belongs to the fire; to the silver and the mist in the woods, to the snow and the silence, but not to me." © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com

*Sequel to An Unexpected Journey* She could scale the walls sharper and quicker than any savior; like rivers and ferocity: she built her silence. They asked about her wings - she built them to fight: definite lonesome, no fear, no absolution. No blackened hearts; no good-for-nothing promises. Leave a girl to face the sleet, and she'll adapt to the chill of the snow. - A.M. Adapt, Evolve, Become Tell me the story of that resourceful man who was driven to wander far and wide; that screwed-up soul who reckoned a world full of strangers. The prodigal made in and out of iron, a kind that burns and brands your skin and bones; he blunts you: do not call him by name (for he never particularily liked himself, and therefore neither his name). So you call him a moses for the new saga, the lord whose kingdom never showed. In truth: there's a man who sits about the bar, with a growl like he's got a kid at home, but there's no home anymore. The empty-souled bison-man with a God for a father - with a haunt for nephews; you collapse and you stare, and he's fallen away before the moon is gone. A promise: alcohol smells like divine hilarity; sometimes you can hear the words in your skull, when your mind is dark and you remember that people are tragedies. Dwarves are pitiful Gods. - A.M. Odysseus Reimagined II (with own twist) © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com

*This story is under editing* He was Earthly; she was Aerial. He was made of clay and iron, his mind was blood and gold; she was made of fire and dreaming, despite her shadows running cold. Two, of a different kin; their minds so devoured in hate, though thy hearts dwelling in love brighter than the sun, stronger than any metal nameable. His temper was like a bison, her silhouette was like the sea. He was a storm, whilst she was the rain, and together they will tame the elements' natural spring and create the colors across the sky. A world beyond theirs. Their souls were forged athwart the planets within ice and fire, and together they shall inherit the stars. All their darlings, death shall doom. Though, how terrible it is to love another that death can touch. Fair was she who enchanted the King. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com

There's not a job Fith would refuse if it meant getting paid well. For her, gold is everything, and Erebor's notorious for its riches. After encountering The Company of Thorin at Trollshaws, Fith is invited- albeit reluctantly- to defend the group on their travels to Erebor. What appears to be a simple task quickly grows treacherous, and Fith finds herself clashing against foes, both old and new. But for the sake of gold, she's willing to fight anything that comes across her path. This is supposed to be a Hobbit fanfiction. Supposedly, anyway. I'm pretty sure this is more of a For All The Gold fanfiction really so...

Veysunn Ayefee, an half-elf and half-dragon being, finds herself in bree, 60 years after the deathly attack of Smaug The Stupendous. But, an unexpected guest joins her at the Prancing pony, where she often goes to drink a pint or 2, and offers her to take part in an adventure with a company of 13 dwarves and perhaps a small hobbit. Will she accept, or will she decline the offer, afraid of revealing her identity since she is supposed to hide from everyone. There are foes looking for her, who want her head and blood. But what if something unexpected happens during the quest?