Published as completed book on: May 30th of the year 2019. Like a bird with no wings, Like a book with no words, Like a man with no eyes, A night without the moons light. Like a land with no life, Like a heart without a beat Like a song with no sound, A queen with no crown. Her home was lost. Her father took her throne with him down into his grave leaving nothing but wasteland for her to grieve over. And so she went to find a home. A new place to belong. I do not claim any rights for the work of J.R.R. Tolkien. I merely use the characters for the purpose of entertainment. Please go read the books or watch the movies on home media or on streamig services where available.

There was once many of us, we were mighty and fierce. Now there are very, very few left. We are Skin Changers. This tale begins when she was living peacefully with her family many years before that meddling wizard ask for her help protecting 13 ungrateful dwarves and one rather peculiar hobbit.

Left in front of a hobbit hole as a baby, grown up as a proper maiden, transformed into a warrior _______________ All rights go to J.R.R Tolkien for the story, and characters, and Peter Jackson for the script. The only people I own is Reann and Hithui

There were many myths about the forest kingdom, whether it was real or not. Some claimed that it's people were immortal while others claim they are the ghosts of the dead. Others said that it's people were of humans, hobbits, dwarfs and elves. It was said it was ruled by a beautiful queen, who wore a dress as white as snow, a crown as pure as silver, with silver eyes as bright as the moon. They say if you whispered her name she would give you the knowledge you seek. But that was only a myth... right? The company of Thorin Oakenshield had been running through a dark forest when suddenly everything around them changed, and in the distance stood a large tree, around it was the most beautiful and peaceful kingdom they had ever seen. The Kingdom of the Forest Queen, (Y/N)

🥇#1 in Thorin 4/10/2024 The reader joins the company on the quest to reclaim the dwarven homeland of Erebor. It becomes much more problematic than your usual adventure wherein the reader is a skin changer with alpha blood that allows her to shift into any creature; all she has to do is merely look at the animal she wants to turn into. Along with this comes soul bound mates-that are a natural thing for skin changers, likewise for the dwarves it is finding their one. How will Thorin behave when he discovers his one in the powerful skin changer? He says he'll wait till the quest is over but can he make it that long? For the reader, it's a whole new journey in more ways than one. Neither parties want to give up their mate as they are only blessed with just one in a lifetime. The reader faces a multitude of questions one of them being what were to happen if she looked up the dragon, Smaug? Read to learn their story... **MATURE READERS ONLY** 18 Only

"You talk too much elf-boy," Arya muttered, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done due to the pain of her injuries. Legolas scrunched up his nose in disdain of the nickname, but a smile soon found his way onto his face. "I am not a boy." Her eyes opened then, and her familiar hazel eyes met his striking blue ones. A small smile made itself present on her face as she looked at him, a twinkle of mischief evident in her eyes. "No. You are not." ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Arya woke up some years ago with a grey-haired wizard leaning over her. She had no memories, no indications that told her who or what she was. With the outer appearances of an elf, but eyes that flash orange and strange symbols that appear on her skin - no one seems able to tell her anything about her past. She joined the quest of Thorin's dwarven company to have something to do, and she quickly became a part of their group. After a long and arduous journey but still a far away from the mountain they stumble into trouble. And whom is there to save her, but a certain Mirkwood prince with long blond hair and a pair of startling blue eyes. With one of them bursting with light, and the other filled with darkness their story will be anything but easy. Feelings, however, are hard to suppress, and with a war brewing on the horizon they might not have a lot of time. Read on if: You would like to figure out what Arya is. You would like to see one of Tolkiens beloved characters discover love. You love dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards You love Middle-Earth You just want to read it for the heck of it You do not have anything better to do ...Just please do it? Please and thank you.

Ayla is an elf with no home But welcome almost everywhere No parents no siblings only friends she makes on the road This description will probably change, idk discontinued I have no more juice to write

When Bilbo Baggins throws his chance of being a burglar away and (Name) (L/N) picks it up, she's not aware of what she's signed up for. Of course, battling trolls and really big wolves, dealing with tiny monsters and goblins and orcs, is all JUST the beginning. Read for a fun and adventurous story!

As the journey towards the mountain grows more difficult, Thorin and y/n's newfound love is put to the test. When it comes down to it, what will he choose, his love or his gold? Y/n and Bilbo Baggins have officially been welcomed into the company. They have faced the pale orc and now must be prepared to face all the obstacles that come with him. As they grow closer to the mountain and see the change of reason in Thorin's heart, it will be time to decide if they are really up to the challenge. Is the gold worth that much if their leader has lost his reason to fight for them? Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Hobbit characters. Credit goes to J. R. R. Tolkien as well as Peter Jackson. Word count: 30,000-35,000 words (Important Note not included) Cover Credit: ChristinZakh on deviantart

**REWORKING!!** Previously posted story removed for editing. "What do you want from me?" Gandalf's face grew dark and he scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on a dwarf sitting by himself across the Prancing Pony. I followed his gaze. "I need you to keep him alive." "If I accept, what do you need me to do?" She asked. "I only ask that you come to a meeting two evenings from now, over in Hobbiton," he simply replied. "And if I refuse?" she said. "Then I can not guarantee that you won't regret it," Gandalf said, his eyes filled with promise, "And the fate of Middle Earth could once again fall into the hands of the enemy."