Beyond the Forest {Hobbit fanfic}

Beyond the Forest {Hobbit fanfic}

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Deep within the forest lies a hidden kingdom. A kingdom that holds the lives of many, the Elves of Mirkwood. They are not as orderly as most, but do seek rights against their foes. That kingdom is the Woodland Realm. There is one of them, she is kept from the light and outside world. All she has experienced outside are her peaceful childhood memories that she treasures. But her father overprotects his jewel. He closed her doors once she turned the age of ten, and never again has she smelt the flowers in spring or swam in a lake. After 550 years, an offer comes the King's way that he simply cannot refuse. A distant Elven legion has offered the Woodland Realm anything they treasure for their own desire. Thranduil's daughter.
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"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.

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