Well, hi there. This is my third story.
This chapter is a little short, I know, but it's not exactly a chapter...more like a 'teaser'...sort of.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.
Destiny and fate. What fickle things they are, if one were to call them things.
Different races had their own sayings about them.
What is written, cannot be avoided.
Your destiny is in your own hands.
These are only but two such sayings, and indeed one could hold both true. Choices are what shape the future; choices and decisions. But when one's fate is sealed, destiny can't be avoided.
Unless their place is taken, knowingly, by someone else.
This is the story of a shunned hobbit who gained importance and respect. This is the tale of Dahlia Baggins.
Since this was too short, I won't oblige anyone to review, though if anyone would like to, they are most welcome. See you soon people and Merry Christmas!