So, welcome to another story and this one is a bit of an oldie... ish. You all remember my old story, The Tale fo Liante: The Son of Morgoth, yes? The one with the OC son of Morgoth and Ungoliant? Well, that story has been brought back thanks to some convincing from my co-writer, Stryker, but the story is gonna be different compared to last time.

For one, it's not a harem.

Two; it'll be broken into a series of six stories from the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings films. So expect to see each title be that of the movies in order.

Don't want to say much except that I hope you enjoy this story. Also, Liante's armoured appearance is the Ringwraith gear from Shadow of War and his sword is based off Dark Sister from House of the Dragon.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit. I only own the OC.

It was mid-afternoon, the sun was high in the air, bathing the land of Middle-Earth in it's warm light. The sun's rays were cast across half of the land, from the Shire to the borders of Rohan, and even to the once dark land of Mordor. Since the fall of the Dark Lord Sauron some ten years ago when the One Ring was destroyed, Mordor's darkness has been lifted, and the land bathed in light for the first time in thousands of years. Not even the smoke from Mt. Doom was capable of blocking the light again.

Not far from the rebuilt hill of Weathertop, where a house of Elven design and culture had been built, the pathways arranged to lead to the house, small torches yet to be lit though not needed in such weather.

Within the forests, close to the village of Bree but not close where a villager could come close, a deer was grazing on some grass. A buck. Alone, no herd nearby. However, the deer was not alone, for it's ears twitched and it's head snapped up. It had sensed danger.

It was being hunted.

A predator lurked within the darkness of the dense part of the forest.

The deer looked left and right, then upon the sound of a twig snapping, bolted. It did not get far before a large,d ark form with eight legs pounced on it, causing the deer to whine and yelp in pain before it was silenced as the large creature, a huge black eight-legged spider, dug it's venomous fangs into the deer and the venom did it's work in killing the deer.

Satisfied, the spider dragged its prey to where it had situated itself, waiting for suitable prey, and began its feast. Once the deer was reduced to nothing but bloodstained bones, the spider's pincers clicked as it shoved the remains away with a leg before its form was covered in an inky darkness. The legs regressed, the thorax shrunk, as did the head, until finally a man stood in its place.

The man had slightly pale skin, dark eyes, long black hair that stopped a little bit past his shoulder blades, and dressed in black pants only. The man, though he was far from a human, exhaled as he looked at the remains of what had been his lunch.

"That should keep the hunger satisfied for another few weeks." He said and walked over to where a loose shirt had been hung over a tree branch, grabbing it and putting it on. Once he was dressed, he set off through the forest.

The man's name was Liante, and though he appeared as a seemingly ordinary man… if one did not see that he could transform into a giant spider almost the size of a mountain troll. He was in fact not of the race of Man, but a being far older. In fact, there was no proper title to name what is, aside from an Ungol. For he happened to be a spawn of Ungoliant, the giant, primordial spider with a hunger for the light in the world. However, he was not just the son of Ungoliant, for he was also the son of the first and most powerful Dark Lord… Morgoth.

Liante had been born in the First Age, during Morgoth and Ungoliant's 'partnership'. How the two came together to conceive a son was beyond Liante's comprehension nor did he want to really know, all he knew was that he was one of the most powerful beings in Arda thanks to the power inherited from his parents.

And of course, being the son of Morgoth, that naturally meant he wasn't well-liked by others.

Liante shook his head, clearing his head of past thoughts. His time under his father's rule had long since passed, and he was at peace with the man he was today. His parents would be revolted, but he had never really cared about their opinion of him. Don't get him wrong, he had more love for his mother than he did his father, but not even that would've stopped her from being disgusted at her son's path.

After ten minutes of walking through the forest, Liante came to the hill of what is known as Weathertop, rebuilt and redesigned to be an Elven house. The sight of it brought a smile to Liante's face before he made his way towards it. Although it had once been something else, Liante felt such a place could be rebuilt into something more, and nobody else was going to live here apart from him and his family.

Walking up the hill and coming to the door, Liante pushed it open and closed it behind him, mentally counting down as he heard running footsteps.

"Papa!"

Liante turned and grinned, quick to catch a little girl of six years in his arms with a laugh. He was quick to switch her to one arm as a boy, only a year older than the girl, came running and Liante caught him as well. The children were of elven descent, given the signs of their pointed ears, but they shared some features from their father as well. His son looked like a copy of him, though he had his mother's eyes, and his daughter looked like her mother, but had his eyes.

"Did you bring something back from the village, papa?" The boy asked.

"Now, now, Gallon. Your father just returned from his hunt." An amused, soft female voice that warmed Liante's heart just from the mere sound of it, as he looked up to see a beautiful elf-maiden standing there, with long dark hair, dressed in a modest robe, smiling warmly at the sight of her husband.

"Arwen." Liante smiled at his wife as she walked up and greeted him with a chaste kiss on the lips. "And to answer your question, Gallon, I unfortunately did not go near Bree. My… hunt didn't lead me anywhere near the village."

"Aww." His son groaned, causing the parents to chuckle.

Liante grunted as he put his daughter down, caressing her hair. "Now, Limeth, Gallon, go and play. We will call you when lunch is ready."

"Yes pa." Together, the children ran off.

"And please, leave Shadow alone!" Liante called after his children. "That horse has been through a lot to be done in by excited children."

"Oh leave them alone." Arwen giggled, swatting her husband on the chest. "That horse has seen many wars, and you think a pair of children will be too much for him?"

"I've seen stranger things." Liante shrugged with a smile, putting an arm around his wife's waist as they headed further inside.

Later that evening, the family of four had their dinner. Liante smiled as he watched them, a part of him still unable to believe that he had this, that he had a beautiful wife that loved him despite what he was, who his parents were, what he had done, but she still loved him regardless and he equally adored the children they had.

Soon enough, the plates were cleared and Liante stood. "Okay children, bed."

"Aww, but I'm not tired." Limeth pouted at her father, an act she knew that would sometimes sway her father to let her stay up a bit longer than necessary. Liante had to build a strong resistance after being affected the first few times.

'Stryker was right. The daughters always manage to wrap their fathers around their fingers.' Liante thought with an amused snort as he gave his daughter a look, especially as she tried to fight a yawn and his son rubbed his eyes.

"Come. Bed." Liante said as he walked around to pick his daughter up.

"Can you tell us a bedtime story, pa?" Gallon asked, following his father who paused.

Limeth perked up at this, anything to at least let them stay awake a little longer. "Oh yes! Please, father! I want to hear how you met uncle Stryker!"

"Or the quest to Erebor!"

"The War of the Ring!"

Arwen chuckled, causing Liante to shoot her a betrayed look before he sighed, mentally wondering if he could get away with the excuse of a late night hunt. But at the sight of his children's pleading faces, his resolve crumbled.

"Alright." He said, and cut in before they could cheer. "And after, bed. Understand?"

"Yes, father." Limeth and Gallon said, shooting smirks at each other.

Turning from the bedrooms, Liante made his way to the sitting room with Arwen following. A fireplace bathed the room in its light, with chairs a little close to the fireplace. There were various portraits hung on the walls along with decorations and in the far corner of the sitting room, a circular, ball-like object rested on a white pedestal. Something Liante and Arwen told their children to not touch.

A palantir.

Liante sighed as he sat down in the bigger chair, his children climbing onto his lap as Arwen seated herself beside her husband. "So… where shall I begin?"

"The beginning!" Gallon said with excitement in his eyes.

"Shouldn't we have Uncle Stryker and Aunt Shelob here too?" Limeth asked timidly.

Liante paused, humming. "Well, they could be busy, but I'm sure they'd be willing to make time and see their niece and nephew. But I can't promise anything, they can be busy people, especially your uncle. The Valar knows he doesn't give himself a break. I'm honestly still surprised he settled down when he did."

Arwen coughed lightly, suppressing a laugh. "If you call traveling night and day and returning to a cave system once or twice a year "settling down", then I don't know why I even decided to marry you."

"My charming looks won you over, my love." Liante said with a smirk.

"I'll see if they're willing to spend some time speaking with us." The elf smiled and glided over to the seeing stone, placing her hands on either side. The stone's polished black surface began swirling with light and a tired groan could be heard.

"Whaaaat–"

There was a pause as a light smacking sound was heard. A rich female voice then drifted across the room from the stone and the children giggled.

"Apologies, Arwen. We both know my husband can be rather crass at times." The voice of Shelob said as the palantir showed the pair in front of a campfire while two massive eagles rested behind them.

Arwen smiled at her sister by law. "It is fine, Shelob. I believe we are used to Stryker's antics by now. To this day, I still wonder how you keep your patience with him, or why your dear older brother hasn't killed him out of simple annoyance given their past rivalry."

"I still consider it at times." Liante muttered to his children, who laughed.

A dark male voice then shut him up as Stryker spoke. "Don't think I didn't hear that, brother." His casual reply did nothing but humor them all and they could tell he meant no ill will.

Arwen noticed that he was cleaning one of his swords and pointed it out. "And just what kind of mess did you get yourselves into this time?"

Shelob held her face in one of her hands and Stryker merely sighed. "Cleaning up after everyone takes a while, Arwen. Not everyone who fought in the war got to go home and relax. And the goblins in Moria haven't been making our lives easier, although they have been retreating. The dwarves will have one of their kingdoms back within the decade and then we'll be back to hunting some orc."

"Let's not forget Dol Guldur, either." Shelob reminded her counterpart, causing him to huff in exasperation.

"Oh yes. That. The massive, mouthy spiders that bombarded and ambushed us. Could never forget those brutes." He mumbled then got back on topic. "Regardless, what is it that you needed?" He asked politely.

Liante frowned. "Ten years since Sauron fell and the Black Gate destroyed, Stryker. You need to take a break. The children want to hear the stories of how we met, of the quest to Erebor… of the War of the Ring. And they want their aunt and uncle here as well."

The tall figure in the stone fell silent while cleaning the sword in his grasp and Shelob laid back with her hands behind her head. After his blade was clean and shone with an ethereal halo around it once more, he returned it to its scabbard. "Very well. We will arrive in the morning. You did remember to build that guest house along the clearing, right? If not… oh well. We'll figure it out. Until then, start talking. We have all night."

"Modest as ever." Liante muttered, then focused on his children as Arwen settled down beside him, her head on his shoulder. "Well, my children, we will begin in the beginning. As you know, your mother and I told you of… my side of the family. Of your grandparents. Well, your uncle and I met during a great war, long, long ago. A war much bigger than the War of the Ring. The stories of this war have been watered down in this age, but I was there to see the true horrors. They called this war… the War of Wrath."

The War of Wrath could only be described as apocalyptic and chaotic. Dragons flew through the air, tackling the Great Eagles, trolls picked up large rocks and threw them at the armies of Men and Elves, Balrogs unleashed their fire, Orcs battled, and the sound of steel clanging filled the air next to the roars of battle.

Morgoth's forces were great, his legions almost unstoppable. The armies of Men, Elves, Eagles and the Maiar fought valiantly, having won some battles to push Morgoth's armies back, but they would quickly regain ground.

On this day, a battle had come to Morgoth's fortress of Angband, close to the mountains of Thangorodrim.

At the fortress itself, Orc archers shot arrows at advancing Men and Elves, while on the bridge a pile of bodies began to form as an armoured, slightly younger looking, Liante cut down an Elf with his own weapon before grabbing his own sword from another corpse. He climbed the pile of dead Men and Elves, done by his own hand, and pointed his sword forward.

"FORWARD!" He barked loudly to the Orc legions under his command, and they advanced. None would stand against the legions of Morgoth, and no one would stop the Dark Lord from claiming the land of Middle-Earth.

A flare of light directly in front of him ceased his train of thought as a dome of the reddest light, crackling with power, exploded. Orcs were tossed into the air and those outside of the immediate blast zone were smashed backward into their allies from the shockwave. A hooded figure in pure white armor and a billowing gold cloak stood in the epicenter, a shallow crater around him. He raised his left arm, pointing a staff with four blades at its head at Liante.

Liante narrowed his eyes at the silent challenge and pointed his blade back at the warrior, his blade dripping with the blood of Men, Elves and even the Eagles. "You… you are no Man nor an Elf." He hissed. "And yet you dare challenge me?"

His challenger's voice, dark as a night without stars under a blanket of storm clouds, responded. "No. I am far from either and my people will tolerate this no longer, godling of darkness."

Liante stepped down from the pile of bodies. "No matter. No one, not even the Valar or mysterious races, will stand in Morgoth's way of claiming Middle-Earth and then the world."

The figure never replied as his armor burned brighter than a thousand suns, forcing the Orcs and even those the challenger stood with, to look away. He spun his staff, which turned into a whirling blur, and held it pointing down to his side and a sword in his right hand. The words that came out of his mouth enraged Liante into making the first swing.

"Have it your way, little godling."

Liante snarled and was almost a blur as he charged, swinging his sword through the air only for it to be blocked by the warrior's staff, the two locked in a battle of glares. "You will fall like the countless others before you." Liante hissed in Sindarin before he broke their lock to swing at the chest, but the warrior jumped, flipping backward and landing with a grace that didn't match his stature.

"I will set you free, boy."

Those words, uttered in the same language caused him to falter before a force struck his thigh, dropping Liante to a knee. Liante lashed out blindly, and the screeching of metal colliding against metal pierced the air between the two fighters and Liante looked up to see a faint scratch across the breastplate of his challenger.

The warrior looked down and tapped at the mark, then sighed. "Well that's a shame. I really liked this armor."

Liante scoffed and struck again, which was blocked by his opponent's weapon. A quick exchange of blows ensued as they either parried or blocked the other's attacks, then Liante slid down to his knees, ducking under a swing from his opponent, and caught him along the side before straightening up as the warrior turned around only to be sent skidding back on his feet by a blast of darkness from Liante's hand.

Liante surged forth before the warrior could gain a chance to recover, and their weapons were locked once more. Liante quickly broke the lock to strike more aggressively, then went low to take his opponent's legs off. The warrior jumped, but Liante expected this and he blasted him back with another wave of darkness that sent him crashing into a pile of bodies.

Liante ran and leaped with a roar, sword raised, and he brought it down hard with a loud metallic clanging sound echoing as his opponent blocked his attack.

Though Liante was beginning to feel slight fatigue from the exertion of their duel, he pushed forward, trying to force the warrior to his knees… until a brilliant flare of golden yellow light encased his challenger and then all Liante felt was pain. Mind numbing, soul crushing pain. His mind was a haze as his body burned, oh how it burned. It was as if he had jumped into a volcano. His eyes were unfocused and his vision blurred. He could see the figure draped in white above him and he could feel that he was being dragged. To where, Liante knew not. His opponent's sword flashed and Liante could hear the cries of those his 'savior' cut down. He could also hear the enraged words of "traitor!" and "stop him!" as the figure slew any who dared to stand in his path without prejudice. Those words spoken in the beginning of their duel rang forth in Liante's mind as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

"I will set you free."

B.W.- Well, we sure cranked out a new one for the masses.

S.S.- Shore did, didn't we.

B.W.- Bet nobody was expecting to see us do a Lord of the Rings story. Well, actually a series from the Hobbit movies to the Lord of the Rings movies.

S.S.- From what we have already been discussing, this one is definitely gonna be one hell of a banger.

B.W.- And just so it's clear. Yes, one OC is paired with Arwen, the other is with Shelob. Stryker and I felt it would be interesting, and for those who wonder about Aragorn… well, he'll be with Eowyn.

S.S.- Honestly, Eowyn's a badass. I mean, c'mon man. She straight up gave the Witch King the middle finger and said "I am no man" before stabbing him in the face. 10/10 on the badassery scale.

B.W.- Agreed. Now, we will be using the Extended Editions of the movies for our work, and while I haven't watched the Extended Editions of the Hobbit films, having only seen the EE versions for FOTR and Return of the King, I will go on Youtube to look at the Extended scenes, plus Stryker will help me out.

S.S.- Me who spent over $120 to buy them all… Yes. I own every extended edition of LOTR and Hobbit movies. I even own several anniversary editions of the books. Not flexing, but I know my shit in this department.

B.W.- Same, though I haven't read the books, the movies are where it's at for me. I only know the lore from looking at several Youtube videos of certain characters like Morgoth and Sauron… and I sure as hell will not look at The Rings of Power for any lore. Seriously, just… just no with that. Nothing comes close to true perfection in the LOTR universe than Peter Jackson's work. He had respect for the source material and Tolkien's work. Also, this might not mean much to you, Stryker, but in the UK… the Extended Edition box set for LOTR is £38.

S.S.- I bought them all separately so as to have the director's commentaries for each movie. They were like $25 a pop for each movie. Then again, that was back in 2017 soooooooo yeah…

B.W.- Well, box sets are meant to be expensive anyway. Just getting something separately is way easier if you ask me.

S.S.- Very true.

B.W.- But anyway, readers, be sure to favorite, follow and review this story and… please, and I mean this towards certain people, do NOT give it some negative opinions like I have seen on The New Dragon. I mean, it's Lord of the Rings for crying out loud. Everyone loves that film series, and Peter Jackson did an amazing job directing it.