Author:
determamfidd
Rating: Worksafe
Author’s summary: The battle was over, and Thorin Oakenshield awoke, naked and shivering, in the Halls of his Ancestors. The novelty of being dead fades quickly, and watching over his companions soon fills him with grief and guilt. Oddly, a faint flicker of hope arises in the form of his youngest kinsman, a Dwarf of Durin’s line with bright red hair. (Follows the story of the War of the Ring).
Note: WIP
Rob’s comment: The one LotR fanfic to Rule them All.
Ahhh, thank you so much!!
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