Line Of Durin (Thorin Oakenshield)

Chapter 10

Bard, Bilbo had asked his name, managed to smuggle the company past the gate but it had been a close call. Due to Bombur breaking a barrel on the way down and other disasters there weren't enough barrels for each of them to fit. This meant that Lillianna, being the smallest, ended up squeezed in a barrel with Thorin, who wouldn't let her be with anyone else. 

They pushed out of the barrel as Bard walked up to the dock keeper, "You didn't seem them, they were never here. The fish you can have for nothing." He said slipping him some money to keep quiet. "Follow me." He gestured to the company.

A young boy comes walking towards them, "Da! Our house, it's being watched." He informed Bard.

Bard looked at all of us.

Before Lillianna had registered what the plan was she was crawling out of the toilet, weapons still strapped to her. She made her way up the steps into the living space as she shivered. 

"They may not be the best fit but they'll keep you warm." Bard said as he passed out clothes to the dwarves.

"This is my nicest dress, I hope it fits." Tilda smiled at Lillianna. 

"Thank you, it's beautiful." She smiled at the small girl whom Bard had introduced along with his other children once they came out the toilet. 

Lillianna looked to the window from her seat next to Bilbo, Thorin stood gazing out. 

"A Dwarvish Wind-Lance." He whispered. 

Bilbo stood and walked over as Lillianna slipped to the end of the bench to listen. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Bilbo said in between sips of his drink. 

"He has." Balin said. "The last time we saw such a weapon, the city was on fire. It was the day the dragon came. The day that Smaug destroyed Dale. Girion, the Lord of the city, rallied his bowman to fir upon the beast. But a dragon's hide is tougher than the strongest armour. Only a black arrow, fired from a wind-lance could have pierced the dragon's hide, and few of those arrows were ever made. His store was running low when Girion made his last stand." Balin told the story.

"Had the aim of Men been true that day, much would have been different." Thorin said to Bilbo. 

"You speak as if you were there." Bard says.

"All dwarves know the tale." Thorin reasoned. 

"Then you would know that Girion hit the dragon. He loosened a scale under the left wing. One more shot and he would have killed the beast." Bain spoke while looking at his father at the end. 

"That's a fairy story, lad. Nothing more." Dwalin reasoned.

Thorin walked towards Bard. "You took our money. Where are the weapons?" Thorin asks.

"Wait here." Bard says. 

Tilda walks over to Lillianna. "You look awfully cold, Miss. Your starting to turn blue. You can change in my room." She said as she offers her hand to Lillianna. 

"My name is Lillianna." She smiled as she takes Tilda's hand and is lead off to Tilda's room. 

Lillianna changed into the dress out of her wet elf dress. 

"Tilda, if you can dry it your more than welcome to have the dress." Lillianna turns to Tilda offering her the dress.

"Do you mean it? Isn't this an elf gown?" She asked.

"Yeah. My dad will give me some more if I ask. He probably had a whole wardrobe made for me." Lillianna responded as Tilda stood in awe. "Next time, I'll bring you and Sigrid a whole trunk full."