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

A knock. A gentle rapping on the door. A simple gesture of indirect propriety. And yet, so powerful as it has the ability to change all that we know. First Bilbo, now I. This gesture, if you will, holds power in the timely inconsequential, yet divinely consequential, unleashing of events...fate, in simpler words. For with a knock, comes a key. A key to unlock a door. The door which, to hand, it opens. And open it does, to new faces. New faces of old histories and future memories. Memories of companionship, hope, and love. Oh yes, dear Frodo, a knock is more than just a gentle wrapping on the door, a gesture of indirect propriety. A knock is the call to adventure, and in this case, my own. For every journey begins somewhere, not at the twisting of a doorknob, but at the initiative to change the world. Most people know me by my mother's name: the Savior of Durin, Queen Under the Mountain...Erudian Houdart. If not, they know me by my family, inborn royalty and kin to four Fellowship members. I am neither brave nor a warrior. I am an unintentional thief, for I stole the gentle heart of Bilbo Baggins. I am Pyrhhin Oakenshield, and my story begins with a knock, a gentle wrapping on the door, a simple gesture of indirect propriety… This is the sequel to "Saving Durin" and follows the story of Erudian Houdart's daughter, Pyrhhin Oakenshield, during the time of "The Lord of the Rings." Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for the characters I created, dialogue I wrote, and events I added. The remaining content is credited to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. All pictures belong to their respective owners, including the cover.

"Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lords my soul to keep See me safely through the night And wake me with the morning light" ...and though that morning light is but a ghost on the Eastern horizon, it is one onto which we cling. In this dark age of begotten Ringwraiths, rogue orcs, and Sauron's rise, it is a hope that we will live to see another day. But as direction goes, it is not so much a morning light, nor an Eastern one, but that of infinitesimal flames roving across the lands yet funneling in the Northeast. These are the flames of Phoenicians, cause of Sauron's original downfall and back for our final battle. This is a story of a return to light within the very heart of Gondor's son. The tragic death to counter Durin's, only withheld by a tear of heavenly descent. And though his ways are ones of great fault, he is yet to be the most deserving of all humanity...a true light in the darkness. Let us then begin the tale of dwarves and men. DISCLAIMER: I do not own "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings" as all rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I also do not own the media I post or the cover; they belong to their respective owners. I only own my original dialogue, scenes, and characters: Sidel, Erudian, Pyrhhin, Palo, Ruelin, Cashel, Frerin II, Denzel, Thren, Thrain II, and Typhon.