The small child held her hand over her mouth, muffling her panting breaths, feared she might be caught. The large stomps of metal crunching the snow beneath was heard behind the girl. She stayed put, trembling in her damp coat. "You cannot hide from me," a male accented voice taunted. She refused to be intimated although, even shaking her head against the wooden wall of the cabin. Zoe drew in her breath as the footsteps grew closer...

He was arrogant, he was cruel at times, his words cut through me like glass. I was weak, disgusting, and nothing more than a meat bag in his optics. Yet why do I stay? Why do I help him? Why do I stand up for him? Protect him? Why do I love him? Sunstreaker was always avoided by his fellow Autobots excluding his twin Sideswipe. He was known for his harsh and cruel words, his arrogance, and his selfishness. All that mattered to him was his twin and himself. Everything else he couldn't give two frags about, especially humans. To him they were disgusting, loathsome beings. The way they breathed, eat, lived, reproduced, and pretty much everything about humans disgusted him. How does he take it when a human femme is forced into his care? Let's just say he was not at all happy. (The awesome cover is done by TheCatchersEye)

~ The sequel to "Daughter of Beorn" has been released! Check it out! It's called "The Skin-Changer Prophecy." ~ Gandalf looked down at the small child partially hidden behind the skin-changer's legs. Her green eyes sparkled as she tossed a small pebble at the stranger's feet before giggling. The mischevious little one then toddled off a bit to chase a butterfly that had caught her attention. "She cannot stay here." Beorn said. "It is unsafe for a child. I do not want her to... be exposed. To my other form." "You seem to forget that she is your daughter." The wizard replied, shifting as a small breeze came through the forest. "And I am not trained in the art of raising children." The two men momentarily turned their gazes back to young Kyja, who was too occupied following the winged insect. Compassion soon struck the wizard's heart. "Yet... there is someone that could care for her. He is an odd fellow, relates more to animals than any other living creature- but he is genuinely kind, and will be able to assist Kyja in the following years. Radagast the Brown is his name." And so, the journey begins. Far into adulthood, Kyja is introduced to a completely new world when Gandalf proposes an offer- to join a band of dwarves to help them save their homeland. Haunted by past memories and scars, the skin-changer is forced to come to terms with her own history while accepting the new fate she has been given. Humility, love, and sacrifice are only some of the lessons learned in: Daughter of Beorn. ~ All ideas, concepts, and plot lines pertaining to The Hobbit all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Nevertheless, the creation of Kyja and any additional characters not in the original piece are mine. The cover photo is not mine. ~

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.

"The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear." You could say Endor Baggins's life was the complete opposite of her uncle Bilbo's. Having grown up as the proper hobbit, with no "trouble in an adventurous spirit," she was highly praised by strangers and hobbits alike. That is, until her father and mother died in a tragic incident. The Shirefolk would forever blame shock for Endor's dramatic change, although she remembers the shift as the revelation of her true character. Indeed, whereas Bilbo transformed from adventurous to reserved, Endor moved from conservative to travel-frenzied. And her little brother of three years, Frodo, had no tether on her actions. After all, Bilbo was there to look after her sibling as she travelled the West for months at a time. With this change in spirit, it came as no surprise when she demanded to accompany her uncle in his visit to Erebor, thirty-three years after his departure from the Company. After all, it had been Bilbo whom she idolized: her courageous uncle who reclaimed a mountain from a dragon with a rogue band of dwarves. This was a simple visit to a distant land, yet the journey made a second hobbit into legend. And thus, her story begins when she took her first true step, from the Shire to the Lonely Mountain, hobbits to dwarves, past to future, and loneliness to love. DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in this story other than Endor Baggins, nor do I own the settings. These rights are reserved to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I don't own the media I post, as they belong to their respective owners. I do not own the cover picture; it belongs to its respective owner(s). I don't own the "Song of Durin" lyrics above; they belong to Tolkien.

"Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lords my soul to keep See me safely through the night And wake me with the morning light" ...and though that morning light is but a ghost on the Eastern horizon, it is one onto which we cling. In this dark age of begotten Ringwraiths, rogue orcs, and Sauron's rise, it is a hope that we will live to see another day. But as direction goes, it is not so much a morning light, nor an Eastern one, but that of infinitesimal flames roving across the lands yet funneling in the Northeast. These are the flames of Phoenicians, cause of Sauron's original downfall and back for our final battle. This is a story of a return to light within the very heart of Gondor's son. The tragic death to counter Durin's, only withheld by a tear of heavenly descent. And though his ways are ones of great fault, he is yet to be the most deserving of all humanity...a true light in the darkness. Let us then begin the tale of dwarves and men. DISCLAIMER: I do not own "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings" as all rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I also do not own the media I post or the cover; they belong to their respective owners. I only own my original dialogue, scenes, and characters: Sidel, Erudian, Pyrhhin, Palo, Ruelin, Cashel, Frerin II, Denzel, Thren, Thrain II, and Typhon.

My following words of yore and spite may shock you to the very core. They acknowledge a fact known to few, and even less, known to heart. But please, by the whim of mind and patience of soul, I beseech you to listen all the clear. Tolkien's tale of Middle Earth has fallen from its original translation. His story of Thorin Oakenshield's company once bore truth, but fate was reconstructed in light of a prophecy: The girl born of flame, fostered by the dwarves, royal in her name, and her child's birth. She is the one and only protector of Middle Earth, guardian over Mordor, savior of our royal dwarf. Her knowledge will be countered by family's unknown survival, though fate will turn it right as in sacrifice of her royal line. It isn't just a story, but the Valar's greatest mistake; let the heavens toll loud to save Durin's sons After the war of the ring and the destruction of Sauron, the Valar decided to repeat the past, starting at the union of the company within a small hobbit hole in the typically quiet Shire. Why, you may ask, did they decide to do this? Originally, the Valar had ignored the prophecy stated above (as they had done in the past), allowing the Durin line to be exterminated by the Pale Orc, Azog. However, the reign of Dain and his heirs as they took Erebor's throne turned out to be heartless and cruel, unlike the intended fate of Erebor foretold. Therefore, the Valar decided to turn back the clock, 60 years, giving Gandalf the idea to invite the "girl of fire" to the meeting in Hobbiton. Indeed, this did bring about the intended fate of the Lonely Mountain as well as infinite happiness to the company of heroic dwarves. This is her story, as she sacrificed her line in saving Durin. Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story except for Erudian, Sidel, and Typhon as well as any events or dialogue I added. The remaining content is credited to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. All pictures belong to their respective owners

In this crossover between Patagonian’s “Saving Durin” and eme_the_writer214’s “A Different Love,” you will find the characters of these intriguing stories join together for a new adventure! Along for the ride are one shots of your favorite Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit characters with a reader or another character.

Willa has spent her whole life feeling like she was missing something, that something was wrong. A piece of her that should be there and wasn't. Like missing a limb. As it turns out, she should have listened to her instincts. When she finds out she was kidnapped from the rest of her family, including her twin brother, when she was two years old by her mother she's devastated at losing all that time together. But when she finds out just how different a life they lived? Willa's not sure how to handle the change from living out of motel rooms to the power, wealth and status that comes from her new last name: King. Not to mention the enigmatic complication that comes in the form of the son of her father's business partner and brother's best friend, Jackson Knight.

~ "The Skin-Changer Prophecy" takes place 60 years after the events of "Daughter of Beorn". ~ "But I'm scared, Mama." Aarav murmured with his lip in a pout. Kyja's expression softened, and she lifted her five-year-old son onto her lap as the other three kids snuggled closer. Fili sat next to them as his wife spoke. "Oh, Rav... I know, sweetheart." She said. "Do you know what, though? It's okay to feel scared." Internally, however, Kyja was concerned. Her kids had caught them talking about the prophecy, and discovered everything. The secret was out, and all four of the young skin-changers were immensely curious. "So... what are we gonna do?" Opal asked, eyes wide. The woman smiled at Opal and kissed her daughter's head. "The only thing you, Fion, Aarav, and Mira need to do is grow big and strong and kind. That's it. You don't have to worry about any monsters yet. That's Mama and Papa's job." Fion's little blond eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up at the older dwarf. "But no one's stronger than Papa. Not even me!" Chuckling, Fili embraced his little boy and met the gazes of his four children. "And... Mama and I are going to be here no matter what happens. We promise." Years passed like minutes as children grew into adults, humans into animals. Mira and her siblings were called to join the Fellowship of the Ring-- to guard the Ring-bearer and all of his companions. The four skin-changers will all encounter what it truly means to love, to live, and to thrive with the lives they've been given... all the while learning that their identities are found in more than just a prophecy. ~ Note: The plotline for the LOTR Trilogy as well as any original characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. ~ Kyja, her four children, and any new characters & sub-plots belong to me.