Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
It's all a nightmare. Every night it repeats in my head. The horrible day I lost everything. 
                          
Smaug had taken everything. He took the mountain, my family, and he even took my love away from me. 
                          
I became separated from everyone when the dragon showed. Panic filled the great halls of the mountain. I was trying to make it back to my family. I was soon shoved to the ground by many of the dwarves that were trying to get out. 
                          
Once I managed to get up, I had to accept the thought that my family made it out. Bolting towards the nearest exit; I was one of the lucky ones. As soon as I was out of the mountain the door way collapsed shut. Leaving my kinfolk locked in the mountain with Smaug. 
                          
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Its been sixty years to the day since Smaug entered the mountain. Out of the few dwarves that escaped with me out of one of the exits; we took our own paths. 
                          
Some went deep into the Misty Mountains to hide from the rest of the world; to never be seen or heard of again. 
                          
I, on the other hand, traveled to the Shire. Hobbits are a very kind natured creature. Very different from Dwarves. They don't bother me for I don't bother them. 
                          
I stay hidden in my hole in the ground away from the public eye. 
                          
This was my home. Its all I have left. Myself and this old Hobbit hole. All my family dead, my love was gone for all that I know. I have not heard a single word if he was alive or not. 
                          
Though the Shire does seem pretty isolated from the rest of the world. Most of the folk here don't talk about anything else besides the growth of next years crop and when Gandalf the Grey will visit with his fireworks.
                          
I have ran into Gandalf before. On my way to the Shire I ran into him near Rohan.
                          
He knew who I was. Everyone knows who I am, except everyone in the Shire. That's the best part about living here. No one knows that I was to marry him. 
                          
Thorin Oakenshield. I loved him....I still love him even with not knowing that he is alive or dead. He is my everything. My protector. 
                          
But he is long gone, I had ran from him that night. I ran out of fear. It was before Smaug attacked that I ran from him. The pain in my heart from the memory is far too real. 
                          
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Sitting outside on the steps to my Hobbit hole; I watched the people of the Shire retire to their homes. 
                          
Looking up at the stars and frowned. I remember when Thorin and I would go to the highest point on the mountain, that we could get to, to view the stars. 
                          
I miss those days. Sighing I looked across the way at another Hobbit hole and saw a silver mark glowing on the door. 
                          
Odd, that was a symbol from my people. How did it appear on the Hobbit's door? 
                          
That's when I saw him. The dwarf dressed in black and furs of creatures. His long wavy black hair flowing down onto his shoulders. I knew that dwarf. I stood hoping to get a glimpse of his face. My heart pounding rapidly in my chest. 
                          
Before the door to the Hobbit hole could open, he turned and the moonlight hit his face. It was him... Thorin was alive! 
                          
I started down the stairs onto the pathway in front of my home. Trying my best not to take off at a dead run towards hime. Keeping my eyes on him, I froze. Gandalf stood behind him. He had seen me. 
                          
By the look on his face I was not to encounter him and Thorin. I frowned stopping in my tracks. 
                          
The door shut cutting my view of him. I clenched my fists in frustration and ran back to my hole and slammed the door shut.
                          
Grabbing my pack I put together some food, bedding, few clothes, then my weapons. Tying my sward to my belt, I grabbed my bow and put it over my shoulder.
                          
I sighed. Now all I have to do is sit and wait for them to leave the Hobbit hole. I'm assuming with Gandalf there, they were planning something. And I was gonna be a part of it somehow, whether Gandalf likes it or not. 
                          
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Thorin's POV 
                          
I groaned in frustration. My feet were sore from walking all day to get to the Shire. Even though I was in Bree, I still couldn't find the hole Gandalf supposedly put the mark on. 
                          
I was going in circles passing by so many Hobbit holes my mind began to become cluttered with many thoughts. Thoughts I never wanted to bring back for they caused so much pain. 
                          
My mind began to wonder to her. It hurt to think of her. She broke my heart many years ago but I still love her. 
                          
But what's the use in loving someone who is dead? She died when Smaug came. There was no way she made it out. 
                          
I looked for her as long as I could before I too had to flee the mountain. 
                          
I shook my head trying to clear my head and soon I found myself upon the Hobbit hole with the symbol the door. 
                          
Taking my fist I pounded on the door waiting for a reply. Soon the noise inside from my kinfolk had stopped. Sighing heavily, soon I was feeling someone's eyes on me. Turning my head to look behind me, all I saw was more Hobbit holes but nothing else. 
                          
"Thorin." Gandalf said as he opened the door. I turned my attention back to the wizard. "Gandalf, good thing that mark was on the door for I fear I would have never of found this place." I said taking my jacket off and hanging it on a post. 
                          
"Mark!? What mark? That door was only painted last week!" A Hobbit screeched from behind Gandalf coming into view. 
                          
"Dear Bilbo it was a mark I put there." Gandalf said chuckling to himself. He led the group of us back into the dining hall.
                          
I sat down at the end of the table. A plate of warm food lay in front of me.  
                          
I looked over at Gandalf seeing him place a map in front of me. The map was of the Erebor. 
                          
My mind began to wonder to her, everything becoming blocked out as memories flooded back into my mind. 
                          
"Is there a way to get in?" "You must have found a way." Many of my kin questioned the wizard making me snap out of my trance. 
                          
I looked over at Gandalf seeing him pull a key out form his coat. "How did you become of this?" I asked taking the key from him. 
                          
"It was given to me by your father. For safe keeping." Gandalf said smiling at me. 
                          
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"What seems to be bothering you Thorin?" Balin asked walking over to me leaning into the archway to the living room. 
                          
I sighed and looked at him. "You are thinking of Rose, aren't you?" He asked looking at me. I frowned and nodded looking away from him. 
                          
"Oh my dear lad, I know you miss her very much, we all do." Balin said looking at me. 
                          
Soon I began to grow angry with him. "You do not miss her like I do! You did not share a bond with her like I did!" I yelled with anger making Balin jump. I glared at him walking away leaning into the mantle starring into the fire. 
                          
No one would understand the pain I have without her here. She was my rock. But she hurt me, she hurt me that night so long ago. I never understood why, but I fear that I will never get an answer to my question. 
                          
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"We leave first thing in the morning. With or without our burglar." I growled and found myself a dark corner in the hobbit hole settling down. I crossed my arms across my chest watching my kinfolk settle down in random spots in the Hobbit hole. 
                          
I sighed and closed my eyes hoping my dreams won't be clouded with nightmares like so many times before.