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The Skin-Changer Prophecy (LOTR Fanfiction)

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aragorn arwen beorn boromir daughterofbeorn elrond eomer eowyn frodo frodobaggins galadriel gandalf gimli legolas lothlorien merry mordor pippin rivendell samwise saruman sauron shapeshifter skinchanger valar

~ "The Skin-Changer Prophecy" takes place 60 years after the events of "Daughter of Beorn". ~


"But I'm scared, Mama." Aarav murmured with his lip in a pout. Kyja's expression softened, and she lifted her five-year-old son onto her lap as the other three kids snuggled closer. Fili sat next to them as his wife spoke. "Oh, Rav... I know, sweetheart." She said. "Do you know what, though? It's okay to feel scared." 

Internally, however, Kyja was concerned. Her kids had caught them talking about the prophecy, and discovered everything. The secret was out, and all four of the young skin-changers were immensely curious. 

"So... what are we gonna do?" Opal asked, eyes wide. 

The woman smiled at Opal and kissed her daughter's head. "The only thing you, Fion, Aarav, and Mira need to do is grow big and strong and kind. That's it. You don't have to worry about any monsters yet. That's Mama and Papa's job."

Fion's little blond eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up at the older dwarf. "But no one's stronger than Papa. Not even me!" Chuckling, Fili embraced his little boy and met the gazes of his four children. "And... Mama and I are going to be here no matter what happens. We promise." 

Years passed like minutes as children grew into adults, humans into animals. Mira and her siblings were called to join the Fellowship of the Ring-- to guard the Ring-bearer and all of his companions. The four skin-changers will all encounter what it truly means to love, to live, and to thrive with the lives they've been given... all the while learning that their identities are found in more than just a prophecy.



~ Note: The plotline for the LOTR Trilogy as well as any original characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. ~

Kyja, her four children, and any new characters & sub-plots belong to me.All Rights Reserved

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Estateillio by AryaThea16

"I have many names, oh great dragon. I am Lithir, the many faced, though one face I have only, and I am Esta, the first, yet many came before me, I am the Fierce, the Swift, the Free, I am a wanderer, veiled, yet a princess at court, and I am mortal and immortal both." "And dwarf-friend, as well, for I smell their scent upon you. Tell me, many-named, have you come to slay me?", Smaug growled denunciatorily [...]. She gripped the handle of her dagger while spinning around with wide eyes, as if she was afraid and found herself face to face with Smaug and with a swift movement she aimed for the eyes to incapacitate him, for the blade was not long enough to go deep. And Smaug reared and bled and in his anger spit fire at his attacker and Estateillio quickly jumped aside and drew her bow. The arrow would have hit his other eye had he not moved so much, but when she extended her hand, his head was jerked around as the dagger [...] was yanked from injured flesh and returned to its master's hand. [《◇》] How do you live, when you have lost so many? How do you live, when the scars never cease to hurt? Which path do you take, when you seek for vengeance? What sacrifices are you willing to make? [《◇》] Disclaimer: The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings and all other works about middle earth belong to Tolkien.

Run It Back Again (Part 2) by nothing4greatness

For 45 years, Era has been alone. Upon reaching the Grayhavens, she found that she really was the last shapeshifter. When the elves leave her behind, Era decides that things were better long ago, when she had her mother and her friends. But, she can't go back. Or can she...? However, the journey took it's toll. Now, instead of being able to return to her original timing, she's died and been given a chance to relive her life, with only the memories from her dying energy to guide her, as the princess of Erabor, living among those who were in her father's company so many years ago, including Filli and Killi. Life couldn't be better, right? Wrong... Now, they must face the battle against Sauron. With her father and friends defending the eastern side of the Misty Mountains, alongside with the elves of Lothloria, Era journey through Middle Earth and help Frodo and the other hobbits reach Rivendell for the the Council of the Ring. There, Era rejoins the fellowship and prepares for the hardest part of her life. However, everything has changed. Not only is she more experienced in fighting as she had been, but now, she's able to do greater things with her energy than ever imagined. This new discovery will lead to a new course of events that will change the war beyond everything she remembers and possible change her own fate as a shapeshifter. But, this time, she knows she isn't alone. This time, she has her cousins, Fili and Kili, her father, her mother, and all of her friends, who'd sooner fight Sauron himself than let any harm come to her. Been there, done that...

Through Crimson Eyes by gismome7

"I imagine him as he is now, a cold echo of himself-a captive god, shackled to the ground he once knew well. For him, and for me, time crawls in the same sluggish circle. I picture the smallness of the space we put him in, and wonder if he remembers like I do." She was always drawn to storms, much like how lightning is drawn to the sky. Even at a young age, little Azura would stand beneath the thunderclouds that often visited the Sky'Lands during their journey across the Crystallin Sea, singing in a dead tongue. The chaotic beauty of the storms gave her solace, a stark contrast to the suffocating control of her makeshift family. Despite what had been promised, Azura couldn't help but feel a certain coldness each time a storm moved on without her. A coldness that only grew stronger and more present with each passing season, leaving her torn between the safety of familiarity and a longing for what lay beyond the open sea. Change had always taken something from her, bringing fear and loss of what had once been familiar. Facing change alone was terrifying, especially from the perspective of a gifted girl who had been isolated all her life. From the moment he was born, Damien's life had never been his own. Orphaned amidst the lower class and considered property of the Crown, it seemed his future had been set in stone, predetermined by those born with silver blood. To work arduously with his head held low and his mouth sealed shut until death would come for him. A death that seemed mockingly out of reach. Scars covered his body, some inflicted by the hands of the upper class, while others he had done to himself, as there was no such thing as a free slave in the Kingdom of Dunstan as long as the Royals lived. --------------------------------------------------- As of 2024, this will be the official place for this story of mine. I've decided to use my actual name instead of my pen names. Copyright: All Rights Reserved to Brandi Rixford (Gismome7/Bealyn Rix/Snowbear17)

Immortalitui // Faramir 🥀 by Katiethestag

"Without love, immortality is a punishment. With it, a life drowning in pain." "Well then what are we if we do not suffer for that immortal love?" Arathiel. Sister to Elrond and elf of Rivendell. Daughter of Half-Elven parents, Arathiel has been battling her mortal and immortal nature for her entire life. She has walked Middle-Earth for centuries. From before the creation of Mordor and the rise of Sauron to the day that The Ring resurfaced for the final time. Arathiel watched it happen. She watched as The Ring was forged and she swore an Oath to destroy it. Now, after years of being lost in time, The Ring has been found and the Fellowship to cast it to fires of it's origin has been tasked. Her one and true purpose on Middle-Earth has shown itself. She can finally finish what it was she set out to do, but nothing is as easy as that. Arathiel knows this more than most. She has never loved in her life. No love more than that she felt for her brother or own kind. That familial love that didn't fade. She feared to fall so deeply for someone. She had seen heartbreak and she had seen loss, and yet, perhaps love isn't what she fears, but rather who it is her heart softens for. Who, in her thousands of years, breaks that wall of ice. FaramirxOC (Books 1-3)

Narnia's Shadow // Peter Pevensie by TrutherReal

She was a girl from inside the wardrobe. He was a boy from outside the wardrobe. ~~~~ "You're joking?" I scoff. "These are the Prophecy?" I pointed at the three children standing beside them. It was like an inside joke that wasn't even laughable. "Yes, sweetheart! You cannot deny the coincidence that is happening all around us." Mrs. Beaver explained. Her motherly tone brought me some reassurance. I nodded reluctantly, glancing at the three children standing awkwardly. "So much for a Prophecy." ~~~~ "Is Aslan really your father?" Lucy asked me. I smirked in amusement as she sat down beside me at the river. "Is that what everyone keeps telling you?" Lucy nodded innocently. It was adorable how her cheeks redden in embarrassment. "No," I answered, "he isn't my father by blood but I like to think of him as one." I turn to the flowing river, watching as the tiny fishes jump every now and then out of the water. "He raised me, saved me from dying. I never knew my parents. Don't know if they're looking for me or continuing on with their lives like nothing is missing." I shrugged hoping to fool anyone who thought otherwise. If I put my guard up maybe no one will notice. ~~~~ "A King is never a King without his Queen by his side." A voice said from behind me. I smiled at his attempt of trying to woe me. "Oh?" I didn't need to take a look to know that he was already next to me. His warmth radiated to me like a magnet. "So, why is everyone calling me 'King' when my Queen is out here?" Peter said. I whipped my head over at him, baffled at his confidence. He smirked making me swoon for him even more. Especially, the way the setting sun shinned against his dirty blande hair and his blue eyes glowed even brighter. ~~~~ The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe {P. Pevensie} {The Shadow Series} {Part of Across The Multiverse Series} {Book 1} All of the credit of the books belongs to C.W. Lewis and the movies belong to Disney. I only own Natasha Rebecca Barnes and her plot.

A Lasting Legacy [ Thranduil X OC ] by InTheMaddeningCrowd

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Daughter of the Shapeshifter (A Lord of The Rings Fanfiction) by nothing4greatness

Era is the daughter of Skyrena of the Woods and Thorin Oakenshield. She never knew her father (see The Shapeshifter), and she worries about her mother more than all the dwarves in Erabor... Raised among the elves, Era wonders what's beyond the woods of Lothloria. Her mother takes a year long journey every 5 years, journeying around Middle Earth to ensure that the peace is kept among the races. When Skyrena isn't travelling, she is training Era to understand her abilities and her limits. Besides the nightmares that involve her father and her mother being a nervous wreck whenever someone mentions Thorin, Era's life seems pretty good. However, the one ring is found, and Sauron is rising. Era and her mother travel to the Shire to seek out Bilbo, Skyrena's old friend, and Frodo, the one who is destined to become the bearer of the one ring. When her mother is threatened, Era joins the Fellowship of the Ring and goes on the incredible journey to regain the peace her mother worked so hard to keep. However, things won't be easy. Being a mix between a dwarf and a shapeshifter, she is a target. The race is on, but, this time, it's not just Middle Earth in trouble: Era and Skyrena's fates are on the line.

I Will Always Come Back by 12Lyster12

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Lord of the Rings: The Light of Middle Earth [ Legolas ] by AshliDinkelman

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Hope ↠ LOTR by ortussolis

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Estateillio

"I have many names, oh great dragon. I am Lithir, the many faced, though one face I have only, and I am Esta, the first, yet many came before me, I am the Fierce, the Swift, the Free, I am a wanderer, veiled, yet a princess at court, and I am mortal and immortal both." "And dwarf-friend, as well, for I smell their scent upon you. Tell me, many-named, have you come to slay me?", Smaug growled denunciatorily [...]. She gripped the handle of her dagger while spinning around with wide eyes, as if she was afraid and found herself face to face with Smaug and with a swift movement she aimed for the eyes to incapacitate him, for the blade was not long enough to go deep. And Smaug reared and bled and in his anger spit fire at his attacker and Estateillio quickly jumped aside and drew her bow. The arrow would have hit his other eye had he not moved so much, but when she extended her hand, his head was jerked around as the dagger [...] was yanked from injured flesh and returned to its master's hand. [《◇》] How do you live, when you have lost so many? How do you live, when the scars never cease to hurt? Which path do you take, when you seek for vengeance? What sacrifices are you willing to make? [《◇》] Disclaimer: The Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings and all other works about middle earth belong to Tolkien.