She was a hobbit that she knew. But she was also half elf and Bilbo's mother and father Bungo and Belladonna took her in when she was just a small girl. ANd she never expected to grow up and fall in love with a dwarf. SHe never expected to go on a journey of such epic proportions that she would fall in love with him. The one true king of Erebor. Thorin Oakenshield.

In which Berylla Baggins goes on an adventure or In which a hobbit falls for a Dwarf King Book 1 & 2 (3 is coming up) disclaimer; I do not own The hobbit

Edlyn lives in the city of Dale with her father. She is twenty four years old and has never had a love interest until the night she meets Thorin Oakenshield... Read and see how this tale unfolds between two completely different people. I own nothing except for the characters I have created, so please don't copy them. As for all Hobbit characters all rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien and the creators of the Hobbit movies! There may be some foul language in this story. There may or may not be mature scenes, I will let you know if there is at any point :) I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do writing it! Votes, shares, and comments will not hurt! Thank you!

She goes by many names; the fearless one...blood runner...chain breaker. She has lived through many things. She had seen many faces. But will any of this help her when Gandalf seeks her help in a quest. She constantly struggles to contain the beast within her, and with her nerves constantly on edge, she may not be able to keep the creature caged for long. Will she be able to keep her identity from the company? And if she can't, what will happen if they find out..,if Thorin finds out?...

The second book to The Hobbit - Love Be Found Series. The journey continues and countless more tasks await. What does the future hold for the Oakenshield Company?

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 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

Aleanna always thought she was just a seamstress living in a small town south of Erebor. But when Thorin Oakenshield sweeps through town searching for work after Erebor's fall, she knows it's not the first time she's seen him. Nor would it be her last. ***This story was inspired by the scenes of young Thorin working as a smith in the towns of men. It takes place shortly after the dwarves' exile from Erebor, as they journey south through the Wilderlands east of Mirkwood then westward to Dunland. *****YIKES! IT IS NOW 12/20202 AND ALTHOUGH IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I WROTE THIS HUMBLE FANFIC, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR DISCOVERING IT AND READING IT! LOVE ALL YOUR COMMENTS!*****

Despite being an outsider, Nimuriel Firebow, half elf half dwarf, embarks on a journey to reclaim the home of her forefathers. The journey to Erebor with Thorin and company will change her forever. However will the outcome beat the price she has to pay to get there?