There Is Still Hope

There Is Still Hope

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The stories of old are ways of giving us hope, happiness, something to look forward to at the end of the day, knowing that things will be better tomorrow. Not for a specific grown woman in New York. She lost that imagination a long time ago. But she wasn't always like that. There was a time where she believed in heroes and happy endings. And most of all... true love. But after she lost her family and her lover, she lost everything she had. Now she has the chance to change her once desolate life for a chance to actually find a place to feel alive. A place to call home. Friends that are dwarves, a wizard, elves, and a specific hobbit. And probably... A certain dwarf to stay with her to the end and fall in love with her just as she fell in love with him. (By the way... I OWN NOTHING!!! The Hobbit belongs to Peter Jackson and J.R Tolkien. Hope you enjoy the story! :D)
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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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