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‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’
The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.
Then there is the matter of the gold...
Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?
- Part 1 of The Riven Crown Universe
28 Aug 2019
Convinced of the need for a safer home for her people and inspired by the migration of the Harfoots nearly a century past, the first Fallohide to travel westward--a hobbit newly of age, Berylla--encounters an unexpected settlement of dwarves in the north of the Misty Mountains. When her stay is extended by a storm that closes the way over the mountains, Berylla gladly accepts an offer to learn archery with Ûlla, beloved daughter and heir of her mother, the chieftain.
//Story by @swanofakind, Artwork by @Unlos
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini
26 Aug 2020
"Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight."
They’d been flying for a few hours now, leaving Alagaësia far behind them and replacing it with the sea of white clouds that now hung below. The wind was cold against Eragon’s face, turning his nose bright pink as they made no attempt to stop.
He could feel the pit of despair and sadness in his stomach, yawning wide and threatening to swallow him whole. But, he felt numb to it, as if he had accepted it and was now sitting next to it with morbid curiosity. The ache of exhaustion echoed deep in his bones, his muscles twinging from remembered hurts, but he didn’t bother to try and heal them. They were long gone, like the scar that had been on his back.
He sighed, mulling over what had happened to lead him to this point. The death of Galbatorix and the safety that came with it, and the fact that Angela’s dragon bones had been right. He’d had to leave his home and everyone behind, setting off by himself with only Saphira for company, for neither of them could be separated from the other.
The Eragon/LOTR crossover that no one seemed to need, but two people very much wanted.
- Part 2 of Many Paths