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.

Amarië has been traveling for a long time searching for the right place to settle down. During her journey she meets new friends and faces some dangers. But what happens when she travels through Mirkwood and gets caught in the middle of a fight between spiders and elves? What happens when people you thought you knew turn out to be completely different? And will Mirkwood survive the darkness growing inside the kingdom? Originally from Instagram so the chapters are short and many. (Unedited and with a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes) *All rights reserved to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson, except those of my own invention.*

"The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear." You could say Endor Baggins's life was the complete opposite of her uncle Bilbo's. Having grown up as the proper hobbit, with no "trouble in an adventurous spirit," she was highly praised by strangers and hobbits alike. That is, until her father and mother died in a tragic incident. The Shirefolk would forever blame shock for Endor's dramatic change, although she remembers the shift as the revelation of her true character. Indeed, whereas Bilbo transformed from adventurous to reserved, Endor moved from conservative to travel-frenzied. And her little brother of three years, Frodo, had no tether on her actions. After all, Bilbo was there to look after her sibling as she travelled the West for months at a time. With this change in spirit, it came as no surprise when she demanded to accompany her uncle in his visit to Erebor, thirty-three years after his departure from the Company. After all, it had been Bilbo whom she idolized: her courageous uncle who reclaimed a mountain from a dragon with a rogue band of dwarves. This was a simple visit to a distant land, yet the journey made a second hobbit into legend. And thus, her story begins when she took her first true step, from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain, hobbits to dwarves, past to future, and loneliness to love. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in this story other than Endor Baggins, nor do I own the settings. These rights are reserved to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I don't own the media I post, as they belong to their respective owners. I do not own the cover picture; it belongs to its respective owner(s). I don't own the "Song of Durin" lyrics above; they belong to Tolkien.

"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.

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.

It was not common for a woman to posses the skill to heal the wounded. A young half hobbit-half dwarf has been living in the peaceful lands of the Shire since she was a small child. The half-breed noticed as she got older she didn't enjoy the things that normal hobbit's loved. What will happen when a wizard comes with a group of thirteen dwarves to the home of Bag-End to go on a quest.

When Mereniver Hador, a girl in her late teens, is discovered to be a memaid, she has to run. She flees into the forest in hopes that she will never be found but of course that is not the case. The Company of Thorin Oakensheild does not know what to make of her. They want her to come along but their leader doesn't want anything to do with her but she has no choice. She can go back to her old life and be sold to the highest bidder, or she can follow the dwarves, where her fate is uncertain. Which will she choose? And when she does, what will become of her? Please give my story a chance, it will take a few chapter before it gets going, I am open to feedback. This fanfiction will be updated every other Saturday unless I die or something catastophic happens to me

Aleana is the daughter of Gandalf the Grey and a dear friend to Frodo Baggins. When the ring falls in the possession of Frodo, Gandalf asks Aleana to look after him, helping him to get the ring to Mordor to destroy it. Along the journey she meets many foes, but many friends as well. As well as a chance for love with a handsome Ranger from the North. But darkness dwells among Middle Earth and haunts her mind. Before she knows it, Aleana is fighting two battles. The one before everyone and the one in her mind. Will she have the courage to be victorious or will she fail and fall to the depths of evil? Perhaps it is love she needs to prevail, but how sure can she be that she will receive that love when the one she loves belongs to someone else?

I thought I could live the rest of my life alone and in the sadness and despair. I was truly broken. I lost someone who I cared too deeply for and then I ran away from the one I love the most. Now almost 70 years later we are to reunite. The dangerous quest I am to go on could either kill me, or him, or even both of us. But I know one thing and one thing only, I still love him. But I feel deep in my heart that, that is not enough. (Sequel to An Arranged Marriage) *This is Book 2 of 3*

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?