It is a little known fact that Thorin had come to dislike the race of elves; but perhaps it hasn't always been this way, maybe, just maybe, once upon a time there wasn't such high disdain held towards them. The dwarf-Prince's heart isn't as nearly as impenetrable as the vaults of Erebor, a chance find and visit cause a form to grow between two races. If anything the elf-Princess's curiosity about everything, and anything which involved or was created by the hand of dwarf's in turn piques his own curiosity, not finding how something so delicate could find fondness in things so hardened. Regardless, a love formed, two pieces complete only to split thanks to a dragon's attack of the jealousy of what Erebor had within.

A strange place, a strange guy and 'n' numbers of mysteries to solve. Nothing is predictable when it comes to love. He wants a simple life but life has its own games and set of rules. The whole world is waiting to see him destroyed... will he win or will he lose everything... (This story is not copied or stolen) All rights are reserved under © 2013. Do not copy my idea or I'll report.