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S O N G O F S I L V E R A N D G O L D


bilbo baggins ๐” alassaran naerien








๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜๐˜–๐˜‰๐˜‰๐˜๐˜›


















โ . . . will you guard my heart
in the ocean wild ?
Will you hold me tight
love me back to life?
will you . . . โž




















THE PALE GREEN EYES of the Lady Alassaran of Eregion had seen many great and wondrous things. She had beheld the bright, shining Elven city of Ost-in-Edhil and worked among its venerated jewel-smiths. She had walked under the mighty halls of Khazad-dรปm to witness the rivers of precious stones that brought dwarves and elves together. She had watched as such beautiful and immortal things were reduced to rubble by the armies of Sauron during the Second Age. She'd watched that great evil rise, and she had watched it fall. She had seen sprawling peace broken by terrible war and death, and she slowly started to believe that peace was a hollow promise no one could keep.

Her eyes, many said, had seen too much.

LADY ALASSARAN HAD SEEN WITH HER EYES new wonders in the world, of the mighty dwarven realm of Erebor and its sister city Dale. She'd watched as the King Under the Mountain claimed the old title of her people as the greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth. She had smiled at the new alliance forged between them and the Elvenking Thranduil, but her eyes had not forgotten the last time jewels and silver and gold had brought the two kinds together.

And so, she witnessed the inevitable fall of Erebor, burned to ash by the great fire drake Smaug. She watched the people of Dale crushed by stone and flame, a mere afterthought for the dragon with its sights set on the mountain of gold. The lady who had been known as Alassaran had died among them, consumed by dragon fire just as her brother had been.

They had been right, she had seen too much.

IMLADRIS NAMED THE ELF WHO RETURNED ALONE Naerien, the Lady of Sorrow. A haunting but fitting name, she had thought, for she was left alone in a world she did not belong to, the last of her family line. Where Alassaran had been a beacon of light for those around her, Naerien was a mere specter, destined to haunt the halls of Lord Elrond's house until thousands of years of grief claimed her soul completely. The only glimpses others did see of her were mere shadows passing in the night or the dim light of early morning. Alassaran was dead, they said. Only her ghost remained.

But they had been mistaken.

A SWEET GOLDEN SONG would be in the air when the Grey Pilgrim arrives with a company of thirteen dwarves and a halfling, requesting aid in their journey to reclaim the Lonely Mountain. There would be no shift in the silver stars to forewarn Naerien that her life was not over just yet, but there would be hints. In the kind smile of Lord Elrond, in the wisdom of Mithrandir, in the determination of Thorin Oakenshield and his company, and, perhaps most unexpectedly, in the gentle eyes of a hobbit.

In the bright blue eyes of Bilbo Baggins, Naerien found herself a soul not unlike Alassaran's had been. Bright and pure and full of unbridled love for a world that had not destroyed it yet. Unsure of his place, scared, sure, but there was a courage in him that Naerien had quite forgotten could exist in the world. It stirred something within her. She could catch glimpses of hope again, of life again.

All she had to do was survive the journey there and back again.



















โ . . . will you stand by me
like an army now ?
i've never loved somebody
like i love you
like you . . . โž



















๐““๐‘๐€๐Œ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐’ ๐“Ÿ๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐„

โ แด›สœแด‡ แด„แด€sแด› แด๊œฐ sแดsแด€ษข โž

๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™จ
๐•ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ซ๐š๐ง ๐•น๐š๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง

โ GHOST OF SHIMMERING SILVER โž
love is like a second wind. when it's gone, it comes back again, and i didn't know what i would find...
( little cheif )

๐™ข๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ง๐™š๐™š๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™จ
๐•ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐›๐จ ๐•ญ๐š๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ

โ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐†๐Ž๐‹๐ƒ โž
'cause if you never leave home, never let go, you'll never make it to the great unknown 'til you keep your eyes open, my love
( needtobreathe )

with
the Hobbit Cast as THEIR RESPECTED CHARACTERS


















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I don't own Lord of the Rings, the Silmarillion, or the Hobbit. All rights go to my personal hero JRR Tolkien, Peter Jackson, Warner Bros, and Wingnut Films. Any and all recognizable plots and characters are not mine. However, all Ballads plots and characters are of my own original work. I deeply respect and love Tolkien's works and try hard to model them, please don't steal them.

๐“ฆ๐€๐‘๐๐ˆ๐๐†๐’
This story is rated Mature for canon-typical war violence and gore, depictions and discussions of PTSD, and my poor attempts to be poetic

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Some of y'all will know that this is a rewrite/revamp of my old Hobbit fic. I've been wanting to do this for over a year now, so here it is โœจ
I've rekindled my deep love of all things Tolkien, so best believe imma break out all my lore knowledge lol
This fic is gonna be going mostly off the book, but I'll be using parts and dialogue from the movies to enhance it.
So I hope you all enjoy this new and improved story of mine, because Bilbo Baggins deserves all the love fr

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As always, llxcifers , my best friend and constant inspiration ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ’•โœจ
And of course, all you lovely readers who have come over from my previous Hobbit fic, thanks for sticking with me! I'm so grateful for all y'all ๐Ÿ’–

๐“ข๐“๐€๐“๐”๐’ [ on hold temporarily ]
๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘๏ผš08 / 2024
๐ธ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘๏ผš โ€”
๐น๐‘–๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘๏ผš โ€”

๐“ข๐Ž๐๐†
Somebody Like You by Smith & Thell


















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