wildwisteriass
The Company of Thorin Oakenshield is joined by another member, outside of the usual tale. Half a hobbit, half a dwarf, all the stubborn pride of her people.
Thirteen and a half dwarves, one and a half hobbits. What an interesting Company.
"All it takes is for Oin to be hurt, and you will not have a healer. Not a proper one." Mathilda looked Thorin dead in the eye, her heart racing, but her voice remaining smooth, even. "I will be of use."