The Heart of a Skin-Changer (Hobbit Fanfic)

Lethia.

A fighter.

A survivor.

She has lived though torment and death, forever trying to forget the horrors of the past. Lothlorien has become her home, though her heart could never truly belong. Many Galadrim Elves say her name brings bad luck. Sweet Oblivion, a thing Lethia has often contemplated.

Oblivion,

Death,

To end her mental torment.

The scars on the outside stand as a stark reminder to her past, but no one can tell when the mental scars will heal. She is lost, living out her life in meaningless routine, trying to ignore the call of the blade that could end her troubles in one swift blow.

Yet, one day, her life is changed when she is sent to Erebor to protect the royal family. They can see through her veil of normality, into the torment she hides from the world. With the dwarves at her side, maybe, just maybe, she can return from the brink...

*I don't own any of the characters, locations etc. except Lethia and a few others. All credit goes to JRR Tolkien. Credit to Birina goes to @The_Hells_Angel
** Warning: this book does deal with some mature themes, such as self-harm and body image. I am sorry if this offends anyone, this story is not written to offend, it is purely part of the storyline. Feel free to message me if you have any concerns.
*** This is based around before the dwarves lost Erebor, I can't guarantee that all the timelines will match though