One Soul, Two Bodies, One Love

One Soul, Two Bodies, One Love

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Faltia, daughter of Duro Steelarm and Torhild, was not your typical she-dwarve. While other women preferred to stay within her mountain homes, crafting necklaces and bracelets, she enjoys the art of battle. She can wield a sword as well as any Dwarve, and has proved herself to her friends, family and race many times. Years after she leaves the Blue Mountains, feeling a call to travel Middle-Earth, she is asked by a certain wizard to join in a quest. Agreeing, she doesn't know what she's gotten herself into. While on the journey to reclaim her home, she reunites with old friends, and ignites a flame she never knew existed with the one she cared the most for. But can she hold onto him, or will he be ripped away from her in the most painful of ways? Disclaimer: I do now own the title picture. Found it on Google. If it is yours, please don't be mad at me for using it, and I give you full credit for it.
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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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