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Arriell is a beautiful young fighter from Middle Earth. Arriell's mother was an elf and died during childbirth. She was raised by her father, a dwarf. Others looked at her like she was odd but she didn't care. She grew up alongside her best friend Fili. The two of them we're inseparable. But, when Her father was killed during an attack by Smaug, she went to live with her aunt.Later in life she wanted something other than helping her aunt with the daily chores. She wanted to go on adventures and fight battles. One day she sneaks away but is kidnapped by trolls. Just as she thinks she is a goner, she sees a small hobbit run from out of the woods over to her. He helps her escape and ends up reuniting her with her long lost friend, Fili. 

A girl will be a new member of Thorin's Oakenshiel's company . She will try to help them take their homeland back from the beast. But there's a secret. A secret that she keeps from everyone. Almost everyone except the one she trusts and loves...

Amara, daughter of Arathorn, was raised in Rivendell by Lord Elrond. Her parents were killed by orcs so she and her twin brother ran to Rivendell. After, she is asked by Gandalf to join the company of Thorin Oakensheild, where she falls in love with a certain blond dwarf, master of hidden knives. She then joins the fellowship of the ring in help to defeat Sauron and falls in love with the prince of the Greenwood. All rights go to JRR. Tolkien. I only own my character Amara. Yes, y'all already know what's gonna happen so there will be another book...

Ravion the Light is known throughout Middle-earth for his medical practice and his service to others. His granddaughter, Althea, travels with him as an aspiring cartographer who hopes to earn a title on her own merits, not her birthright. In the climax of their journey, they encounter the company of Thorin Oakenshield, where Althea is graced with the opportunity to claim her own legacy. Incredible artwork credit seen in the cover goes to kinko-white of deviantart. Give her some love, everyone.

"Someday you will return home too." Reluctantly, she opened one of the heavy wooden chests. The lid creaked loudly as it flipped back. A dusty cloak. Coins. Letters. Rusty nails. At least a few useful things. She threw the cloak over her shoulders, put the money in her pockets and disappeared outside. Was it worth it? What was still anything worth...? Her hand slid into her leather doublet. She felt something ... soft, very small in her hand. Slowly she pulled it out and eyed it. The little crushed blue flower. Forget-Me-Not. "I will never forget you." She made her way northwarth. Homecoming. The rights of the characters, which I have invented myself and built into this plot, belong to me. The rights of all other characters are owned by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, Peter Jackson, Philippa Boyens and Guillermo del Toro. This fan fiction is not based on the book "The Little Hobbit" by J. R. R. Tolkien, but on the films "The Hobbit" directed by Peter Jackson.