"Once there were many... Now, there is only me." Beorn's eyes held a shadow of sorrow and loss beneath them. "I might not be so sure of that." *** The Skin-changers were once a proud people who lived in the Misty Mountains. That was before the orcs invaded. All were either killed or enslaved for sport. All but Beorn died eventually in those caverns. Or so he thought... Niatha was born a skin-changer until their race was taken by the goblins. She believed she was the only survivor, and so did he. Her help is needed on the quest to Erebor. On this quest she will discover that she is not alone in this world. She is not the last... Trust is a thing that must be earned the hard way: there are no short-cuts, not cheats. A problem like this could mean the exposing of the most closely guarded secret a girl has ever held, for dwarves fear and hunt what they believe to be a threat. Even if they don't fully understand its meaning. Disclaimer-all but Niatha is owned by Tolkein and Peter Jackson.

In the most unlikely of places love begins to blossom... The calloused man and the rebellious young girl. Could this be any more cliché? Perhaps if you throw a few dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard into the mix you might find yourself in the middle of an epic romance.

Wandering Middle Earth is a half elf, half dwarf being, who hides their face behind a cloak of white. No one knows their true identity, but many know of the tales about them. They call this being the White Rider. The White Rider is said to be the best swordsman and archer in all of Middle Earth. The White Rider saves all from anything, risking their own life. Their true name is unknown, as is their face. Except by one, Gandalf the Grey. Will their identity stay hidden when The White Rider joins the company to reclaim Erebor? Will one King Under the Mountain find an unexpected love on this adventure? DONE EDITING (❗️THIS STORY IS OVER FIVE YEARS OLD PLEASE GO EASY ON ME) HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in HOBBIT

When Clarrei, daughter of Smaug came to the Shire, she had nothing but her father's tyranny to bear. However, that all changed the day she met Thorin Oakenshield and his Company. Can Clarrei wash her hands of her fathers legacy, and can she find her own happy ending?

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

Pandora is one of the last of a legendary race. Her kind lived hidden in the mountains for generations, but it did not last. An evil discovers them, killing all but a scattered few. She and a small band of others set out in hopes to find a safe haven with old allies of their kind, but things are very different now than they were in the tales of old.

Ciel Phantomhive receives a letter from Her Majesty, expressing her concern of not only the frail health of her young second cousin, Duchess Katrine of Suffolk, but the rise of deaths in young girls in the Suffolk county, specifically in and around Forest Heath, where the Duchess lives. Ciel/OC/Sebastian/OC