Curse of the Eldest Daughter

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Long ago a solitary mountain stood

A tops its peak a Kingdom there was

Warriors strong and fierce as dragons

Maidens fair and wise as elves

The mountains eldest to rule and protect them

The mad king slaughtered all save two

By light of the moon they came to rest

For a new kingdom was theirs

To rule and protect

Until return they could

Upon the solitary mountain.

What the hell did that even mean? Memories started to flood her mind, memories that where not hers. Suddenly she understood the whole thing, she had memories of what happened. "Holy fuck" she muttered aloud, mostly to herself. A blood curdling screech filled the air, jolting Freya from her studies in the castle library. She could think of only one person that could screech like a banshee from Celtic legend. Her cousin Seraphine. Panic filled her as she raced into the hallway only to find Seraphine running towards her, terror on her face.

"Get back here, you little bitch!"

Grabbing Seraphine's hand, Freya ran down an adjoining corridor. She had only her handgun and a stiletto blade in her riding boot to defend them, she needed to assess the situation without Seraphine in hysterics. She spied a darkened doorway and dashed into it.

"Seraphine, you must quite down. If I am to get us out of here we must do so as quite as possible."

"Yes, your majesty."

It was then, that she heard a low sorrowful yet melodious song coming from across the hall. Down a short corridor there was a doorway with a shaft of light coming out of it.

"Seraphine, stay here for just a moment. Let me check if this is safe first." A nod was her answer.

Freya bolted toward it, tripping as she thrust the door open with her shoulder. She spun taking the brunt of the fall on her back. The singing stopped as they landed with a loud thud.

Glancing around Freya saw weapons and hoods hung along left side of what she assumed to be an entry way of sorts. Standing, she pulled the stiletto from her boot, ready to defend herself if needed, she preferred not using the gun. It was loud, and would draw attention to where she was and, she only had one clip. Freya heard movement behind her, no doubt they thought they were being quiet, she waited until they were close. Dropping low she spun around sweeping the legs of person behind her out from under them. This man, was not a palace guard. The dark haired man was prepared for her to lunge and blocked then countered which is why she was currently pinned to the floor under him.

He had certainly never been assaulted by a woman, at lease he thought she was a daughter of men, mostly. It was quite the blade she had, the length of his forearm at least. He had vaguely noticed Dwalin pick it up after it had skidded across the floor. Balancing on his knuckles, Thorin was trying to not crush her wrists with his weight, though being nestled between this woman's thighs was not ideal ether. He preferred something, less intimate when facing a foe, consequently her squirming wasn't helping. All it did was remind him that it had been some time since he shared his bed. His last bedmate had not been nearly as temping as the feisty beauty beneath him.

"Cease you're squirming, woman. Now, tell us what business you have here." Thorin growled. She went still instantly, her brows furrowed and confusion etched her face. Just as she opened her mouth to speak a dark menacing laugh came from the doorway. Thorin looked up to see a man in red robes with a long beard sneering at the woman he had pinned to the floor. Mayhap she was running for her life, and not trying to take his. The why of it would have to be settled later.