New fic up on AO3!
“Dwarves have an ancient tale,” Gandalf begins, settling himself more comfortably on the bench against the wall, “from the time when the Valar formed the world. Aulë, whom they call Mahal, their Maker, cut the dwarves from the living stone of the world, and some of those pieces, it is said, were hewn in two.”
Bagginshield, Soulmates AU, Rated T, chapter 1/?
I’ve had lots of various bits of this fic finished for a long time, and finally decided to just throw the first part up online. Enjoy!