You Had Me at "Handkerchief" {Bilbo Baggins/LOTR}
A knock. A gentle rapping on the door. A simple gesture of indirect propriety. And yet, so powerful as it has the ability to change all that we know. First Bilbo, now I.
This gesture, if you will, holds power in the timely inconsequential, yet divinely consequential, unleashing of events...fate, in simpler words.
For with a knock, comes a key. A key to unlock a door. The door which, to hand, it opens. And open it does, to new faces. New faces of old histories and future memories. Memories of companionship, hope, and love.
Oh yes, dear Frodo, a knock is more than just a gentle wrapping on the door, a gesture of indirect propriety. A knock is the call to adventure, and in this case, my own. For every journey begins somewhere, not at the twisting of a doorknob, but at the initiative to change the world.
Most people know me by my mother's name: the Savior of Durin, Queen Under the Mountain...Erudian Houdart. If not, they know me by my family, inborn royalty and kin to four Fellowship members. I am neither brave nor a warrior. I am an unintentional thief, for I stole the gentle heart of Bilbo Baggins.
I am Pyrhhin Oakenshield, and my story begins with a knock, a gentle wrapping on the door, a simple gesture of indirect propriety…
This is the sequel to "Saving Durin" and follows the story of Erudian Houdart's daughter, Pyrhhin Oakenshield, during the time of "The Lord of the Rings."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for the characters I created, dialogue I wrote, and events I added. The remaining content is credited to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. All pictures belong to their respective owners, including the cover.
