Dealing With Darkness {Hobbit Fanfic} Thorin/OC

Nórë (Family)

Recap-

Diaval returned a few days later, still seeming off. A bit mad at me.
"I told Thorin." He stated.
"Why on earth would you do that?" I asked, coldly.
"Because he needed to know."
"We're leaving, Diaval." I spoke.
"So soon?" He questioned.
"Yes. People cannot be trusted."

I left a note on Alart's table, thanking him for his hospitality. And we left in the dead of night. Seen by no one.

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Thorin POV
(Ered Luin)

Diaval had arrived with the news of Rhi taking the offer to kill someone from this...stranger. He informed me that this person they had been staying with in Gondor had powers similar to Rhi. Which, I guess in a way comforted her and could make her trust him.

But I just couldn't see her taking the offer to kill someone. Even if they were doing wrong.

She had changed. This, I knew. And I had to help. But how? My wife wouldn't allow her to come here. Neither would father or grandfather. Dis would love to see her and the boys. I'm sure Frerin would too.

Then there was talk of Orcs invading Moria.
I began to pace. We left in three days time. I had of course informed Diaval of the upcoming battle.
I grew anxious with each passing day. Who would live, who would die?

Looking out the small window I prayed silently to the Valar that I'd live to help and see Rhi.

- Three Days Later -
Thorin POV

It was time. The Battle of Azanulbizar was happening.
Ered Luin's warriors were getting dressed in chain mail and armor. Picking out their favorite weapons.
I stood beside my most trusted friends, Balin and Dwalin.
My wife had begged me not to go but I needed to - it was expected of me. My father Thrain, my grandfather Thror, and my brother Frerin were going as well. I was happy my sister-sons weren't allowed.

The loved ones stood on either side of the door, waiting for the warriors. To say farewell. Who knew if we would see each other again? Would I see my baby sister and her sons Fili and Kili grow up?
I stood out of line, hugging my sister and her sons. "Fili, Kili look after your mother." I spoke.
"Yes, uncle." Kili replied, hugging me. Normally Dwarves don't hug. But this was an exception.

Getting back in line, I found the rest of my family and put a mask on focusing on the task at hand.
Killing Orcs, reclaiming Moria.

It took us weeks to get their, and when we saw what we were against... We were easily out numbered. There were legions.
Looking to my family and best friends, I nodded and wished them luck.

One Orc stood out. He was pale. Very pale. And tall. The others made way for him. He was the leader. Azog, The Defiler.

The Royals had to know a little bit of every language.
So when he made it clear that he wanted the Durin Line gone in his Black Speech that sent shivers down my spine.

I watched in what seemed to be slow motion as Azog made his way towards my grandfather, Thror. He hadn't been in a battle in years. Azog was young compared to my grandfather. It was no competition. He beheaded him. In front of my eyes.
I stared as he roared and raised Thror's head. He then tossed my grandfathers head to my feet.

I couldn't help but yell out "Noo!"

Which in return got Azog's attention. A sick, wide grin overtook his face.

I charged at the Pale Orc, and he charged at me. Azog swung his mace, I blocked but his mace wretched it from my arm.
Now wielding a Dwarven sword.
Azog swung again, taking the sword from my hands as well and making me fall.
The only object available was an oaken branch. I used it to my defense, and it blocked his mace saving me.
Picking up my sword I sliced his arm. Cutting it at the elbow. He'd bleed out from that wound. They dragged the wounded Azog back inside.

"Du Bekar!" *To arms!* I shouted, raising my sword.
We rallied towards the remaining orcs. Dwalin and Balin at my side. We drove the orcs back. We had defeated them, but we had lost. The numbers of the dead were too many.

We never did find my father, Thrain. My brother, Frerin was slain in battle.

I was now in charge of Ered Luin, and it was now known as Thorin's Halls.

My sister and her sons were devastated. As was I.

What was almost as worse as losing most of my family, is that Ered Luin now expected me to have heirs. With a Dwarrowdam I did not love.

She was also noticeably ill. Pale and weak. Though I did not love my wife, and wished better for us both I hoped she would recover.

Oin, our healer insisted that I stay away from my wife until she was better. He kept her in the Healing Halls.

My father dreamed of taking back our homeland, and that was in the back of my mind. - I was slowly putting my plan into action. It would take time. That, I knew.