'.•*+ 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩... he didn't fully understand the things around him, including himself. Why was he so different? Even thousands of years later he didn't understand it. Song was a part of him, it was in his every thought, his every action. Well, his good nature didn't allow him to stand by when people of all different races needed his help. But throughout it all, why did he feel so affected by the dwarf who hated his guts? Male OC x Thorin Oakenshield Story/Plot belongs to J.R.R Tolkien!! Warning: This is my first full work, so it may not be the best writing but I try to get to at least a few thousand words each chapter!!
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