The Curse Of Gold

The Curse Of Gold

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Lord Of The Rings
In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit family, a father with bright auburn hair that curled around the edges of his face and laughter that shook the very foundations of the house, a mother who had thick dark black curls that flowed down her back with the tookish features of the fae wild etched on her face. A young son that would listen and read every story he could possibly want to hear or read and a daughter with long auburn hair that laid flatter than a board, her father would say, deep green eyes like her mother, and the adventurous spirit of Tooks. She was nothing like her well-to-do father and she had influenced her older brother into some very surprising situations. However, the life of the Baggins siblings was about to change when rumours of a wandering wizard had reached the shire and that he was looking for someone to share an adventure with.
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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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