There and back here.

Background story

Growing up as a young she-dwarf in the Blue Mountains with my aunt Dis and my cousins, Fili and Kili, has been everything anyone could ask for.

My father, Thorin, hasn't been around much when I was growing up, it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because of the disappearance of my grandfather and the loss of my great-grandfather. He had to take up the responsibility of making sure his kin had a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.

My father left me under the care of his only sister, Dis. While he went to find work for himself in the villages of men.

Growing up, and because of being under the same roof as my cousins, we have grown really close. Fili and kili were more than my cousins, they were more like brothers/bestfriends to me.
Fili was older than me and Kili, whereas me and Kili were the same age.
And being the eldest, Fili, was next in line for the throne. So, he had been pushed to grow up faster than me and Kili, and pushed to train with my god father, Dwalin.
My father and my aunt made sure that Fili learned most of the responsibilities of being king whilst he was still young.
Kili, had just the same amount of training as Fili. But not pushed as hard, considering he was the youngest, next to me.
My aunt tried to teach me the ways of a she-dwarf; She schooled me, taught me how to prepare meals, sew clothing, and to aid the injured, taught me everything there was to know of being a she-dwarf.
But, my heart wasn't into all of that.
No. I wanted to fight. I wanted to be able to defend my kin and my home from any danger that came our way.
So that's exactly what I did and I asked my godfather to help me.
He regrettably accepted, because he knew that I would need those skills if the mountain was ever attacked.

The weapons I specialize myself with were a sword, a bow and daggers.
Fili helped me with the swordplay and dagger training and Kili helped me with archery.
I've spent so much of my time with my cousins that we became like a package deal, where ever one went, the other two followed.
Usually it was me and Kili following Fili around like lost puppies. We laugh and goof around behind Fili, while he walked ahead, pretending to ignore us whilst shaking his head at our immature acts.
But we knew he secretly loved that we looked up to him, and it was true.
Fili always guided me and Kili to do the right thing, and taught us to be respectful when around other's(although, we do have our antics.) But we hid it well in front of other dwarves; acting politely.
Fili was always astonished at how we did that, when a few seconds before we were laughing uncontrollably.

My name is Thoraine, the only daughter of Thorin.
Though I don't use the name my father gave to me. It wasn't because I didn't like it, but because I've grown to love the name 'Thorn' instead. So I made everyone called me it at a young age and it stuck for most, unlike my father and Balin, but I didn't mind with them.

I have long jet black hair as my father's, held tightly together by my side braid.
I prefer to wear trousers then gowns, I don't mind wearing a gown every now and then, but it's just hard to do such things with one on.

What I thought was really weird about myself was no facial hair. Not one on my chin. I always hated that when growing up, seeing all the other young she-dwarves with their perfect mane. My father and Dwalin, always made excuses for me saying I was 'a late bloomer' 'I'll grow into it.'
But I was now 76 years of age and still nothing.
Rumor had spread around the mountain about my 'mother' situation, I didn't know my mother. My father never talked to me once about who my mother was, I thought it was cause he was too pained to talk about her- so I never asked.

Some dwarves believed that because I was so different than the other she-dwarves, it was because they thought my father had an affair with a she-elf, and that she didn't want me.
I think that rumor hurt the worst, to have some of these dwarves who were suppose to have high expectations of their king, but to think otherwise and have ill-thoughts towards us.
But I learned to not let such things bother me, not all dwarves were like that, most of them are loyal, kind and strong-willed.

So recently my father sent a letter, specifically for Fili and Kili to meet him in The Shire, so they could start their journey to the lonely mountain and reclaim it from the dragon smaug.
And apparently I wasn't suppose to know what was in the letter, my cousins tried to get rid of it before I got my hands on it.
But, little did they know, I snuck it out of Fili's pocket, read it, then slipped it back in before they knew.
They were to leave in the early morning, before anybody(preferably me) Knew they left.

All I kept thinking in my mind was how dare they.
How dare my father try and keep me home, he had to of known that I wasn't going to listen. That's why he had my cousins hide it on me.
I knew why though, he thought this quest was going to be too dangerous for me,
but I thought I was strong enough.
I had the same amount of training as my cousins did.
And, how dare my cousins, we've been through everything together, since the moment we were born, we were inseparable.
We all grew up on tales of the mountain, and the great riches in it, we grew up thinking we'd see the mountain together one day.

One part of me was mad, the other part of me was terrified that if I was to stay home something terrible was going to happen to them, and I couldn't live with myself if something were to happen with- not just them, but the others in the company as well.
So, I knew I had to go.
For myself; 
and the security of knowing they'll all be okay.

That's actually, exactly how I pictured Thorn to look like.

Thorn, protrayed by Crystal Reed.

I've had this story in my head forever and I finally had the time to write it.
So, enjoy.

I don't own anything but my OC.