Lady Red Cloak

Whether we'd see them again, no one knew and there was also so much stories of old could do. Hopes were dying fast, maybe dwarves were too but no one could know for sure - until that very precious news came...Erebor was claimed once again. The tricky part would be moving so many dwarrowdams so far all at once, especially in conditions they'd never been in before - gone were the cold damp conditions of the blue mountains, in came the hot beating sun across the fields before the chambers of stone once again

But none could compare to the complexion of him, eyes deeper than the oceans they'd once voyaged across, a wild but tamed mane of gold. He possessed arms that could hold her like no other in shadow and light, but he still held that childlike humour that most had lost along the way...that dwarf was someone she could never have, nor would she allow herself to - for a poet was never meant for a prince