It is a little known fact that Thorin had come to dislike the race of elves; but perhaps it hasn't always been this way, maybe, just maybe, once upon a time there wasn't such high disdain held towards them. The dwarf-Prince's heart isn't as nearly as impenetrable as the vaults of Erebor, a chance find and visit cause a form to grow between two races. If anything the elf-Princess's curiosity about everything, and anything which involved or was created by the hand of dwarf's in turn piques his own curiosity, not finding how something so delicate could find fondness in things so hardened. Regardless, a love formed, two pieces complete only to split thanks to a dragon's attack of the jealousy of what Erebor had within.

She was a member of a dying race, one of the few Dunedain still roaming the north. After she was orphaned at a young age, Melody was raised by the elves of the Woodland Realm. She spent a majority of her life in the Greenwood, but yearns for the adventure she once knew as a ranger's child. On her 56th birthday Melody leaves her adoptive family to set out on the greatest adventure of her life. She spends several years traveling through Middle Earth, visiting the places she always wanted to see. And after some convincing from a trusted wizard, Melody goes to the one place her Adar always warned her against.

Sara Aldhard is a simple girl in college, living happily with her parents and brothers when a disaster occurs with one of her brothers and she gets into a life changing car crash. When she wakes, she finds herself in Rohan and soon meets none other than a meddling grey wizard who may or may not push her onto a quest with the dwarves of Erabor... but with a mission of her own: Protect the line of Durin.

Published as completed book on: May 30th of the year 2019. Like a bird with no wings, Like a book with no words, Like a man with no eyes, A night without the moons light. Like a land with no life, Like a heart without a beat Like a song with no sound, A queen with no crown. Her home was lost. Her father took her throne with him down into his grave leaving nothing but wasteland for her to grieve over. And so she went to find a home. A new place to belong. I do not claim any rights for the work of J.R.R. Tolkien. I merely use the characters for the purpose of entertainment. Please go read the books or watch the movies on home media or on streamig services where available.

Harry Potter died after the final battle. But the Valar took pity on him and decided to grant him another chance at life in Middle Earth, as a Dwarfling. Now alone in a strange new world, but still armed with his magic, Harry meets up with a Company of Dwarves, a Hobbit and a Wizard that are on a dangerous quest that could lead them to certain death. Can Harry and his magic change their odds, will the Company be willing to take a Dwarfling with them on this dangerous Journey?

Freya Brandybuck is Bilbo Baggins little cousin and is also his closest friend. She has a big interest in the maps of Middle Earth and hopes to visit some of those places. What will happen when she finds her cousins home infested with Dwarves and a Wizard going on a Quest. Will She have the courage to step foot out of the Shire to see the World?

Warning: this book will almost be pure Smut so you have been warned

Honoria Took is Bilbo Baggins little cousin. She is the first half Hobbit, half Elf to ever step foot in the Shire. She was adopted by Belladonna Took and Bungo Baggins after her mother mysteriously died in a lake, when she was only eight years old. What will happen when a group of Dwarves show up at there home with a purpose. Will this be an adventure she won't want to miss?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Strange, everyone seemed to already be here. "Kili, open the door. Quickly" Gandalf urged. He looked tense. I opened the door and peered outside. Standing there was a great black wolf. Little smaller than a warg. It's fur was darker than the night, it's eyes bluer than the sky. In short, it was... A beautiful creature. Gandalf's frown dissapeared "About time." He smiled...

Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.