Hey there guys! So, I've absolutely not a clue where this idea came from but it appeared and would not leave me alone until I posted it.

This is my first fanfic for the Hobbit AND How To Train Your Dragon, and both are AU, so...

In this story, all the Berk teens are about sixteen/seventeen, and it goes kind of AU before "We Are Family" on the TV series.

Bilbo is a girl-Bilba Baggins. (I know, not original...at all, and rather sucky.) Thorin and his Company did not reclaim Erebor, and Gandalf is not in the story. Frodo is Thorin and Bilba's son, and my OC Lydia is their daughter, and she's about sixteen while Frodo is eighteen. They're all human and age normally. This will mostly be in Lydia's point of view.

Rated-T

Warnings

Abuse/torture

Some OOC-ness maybe

I might not get all of their talking entirely accurate so please bear with me

Things you need to know

Lydia speaking in Khuzdul

Disclaimer-I don't own the Hobbit or How To Train Your Dragon.

Here We Stand United

Chapter 1

Lydia's eyes fluttered open, and quickly snapped shut. It was too bright out. Damn it, how many times had she told Fili and Kili to not open the window in her room below deck? She was going to hit them when she saw them next.

Speaking of her horrid cousins, why hadn't they sent Gimli in here after her yet? They would never allow their little cousin to sleep so late. And why hadn't Frodo spoken yet? He had this bad tendency to talk to himself, and she could usually hear his mumbling from down the hall, or when he sometimes wandered into her small space, thinking it was his.

Finally, she opened her eyes, and she groaned as she remembered everything that had happened. She had been hoping the nightmare with that storm and the swimming dragon had all been some kind of twisted dream, but it wasn't. She was still locked in a dungeon, held prisoner by a group that called themselves "The Outcasts." Wonderful. Frodo was never going to let her live this down.

She heard them before she saw them, and she quickly closed her eyes and evened out her breathing, hoping they would think she was asleep.

No such luck.

"We know you're awake girl. Might as well open your eyes." Grimacing, Lydia reluctantly complied, sitting up straight and staring reproachfully at the man who called himself Alvin the Treacherous. He was a big man, broad at the shoulders, and waist, but his legs were almost comically skinny. If she wasn't in a situation like this, she might have laughed. As it was, she dared not for fear he would hit her. She knew he would not hold back like her bigger, stronger companions would whenever they trained.

Alvin had a big, dark beard, and the look in his eyes reminded her of Dwalin, except Dwalin was taller, and he had tattoos that had great significant value in Khuzdul, and it seemed Alvin could easily beat Dwalin in terms of how bulky he was, but Dwalin was probably a better warrior, and a stronger one. She met his dark glare, staring unflinchingly into his black, soulless eyes. Her 'adad had long ago taught her to never show fear.

And so began the flow of questions.

Alvin was always thorough with his questions, but also very repetitive. He reminded her of Dori in that way, although Dori had more imagination that Alvin, and was a great deal nicer, and the eldest brother of Ri might have taken offense to her comparing him to this brute, but he was the only reference she had.

"What's your name?" Alvin would always ask, and Lydia would just blink at him, not once even considering telling him who she was. Someone such as him had no right to know her full title. Alvin would growl in frustration and continue the questions,

"Where are you from?" Lydia just yawned over exaggeratedly, and study her nails in a bored fashion. It was so amusing to do that, because it always enraged the broad Outcast. He growled again, louder this time, and would pause his questions to threaten her, which seemed to be the only area where he got imaginative.

Good for him.

And the next question? "Where did you learn to fight like that?" Ha! As if he would even know if she told him! Lydia couldn't just say, matter-of-factly, 'Well, the Head Guard of the Kingdom of Erebor is great friends with my 'adad, who just so happens to be the fallen King Under the Mountain, and they all insisted I know how to fight with every weapon.' Yeah, that'd go over great. And once Alvin deciphered all of that information, he'd just have a field day with the fact that, yes, she was a princess, technically.

Then his two goons, one smaller than him and probably smarter, and the other the same size but probably dumber, would scowl at her something fierce, give her some disgusting gruel and murky water, before all three of them would head back above ground, leaving her to wallow in her self-pity in this dark hole and wonder if her family had even survived.

Today, they broke the pattern, turning their attention towards the cell next to her, which she hadn't even realized was occupied until now. There were five teens there, all of them about her age, and half of them asleep.

She crawled towards the cell next to her, all too happy to ignore the slop they called food in favor of pressing her face against the bars and watching with honest curiosity.

There were three blonds. Two were skinny and looked very similar, practically identical, and if she had to guess she would say they were twins. The third was taller, with a little more meat on her bones, and a scowl on her face. She was really pretty, and Lydia felt a twinge of envy, tugging on her own, stringy and braided dark hair that was just like her 'adad's.

There was another boy, broad and muscular, with hair nearly as dark as her own, and dark, serious eyes, with his facial features kind and harsh at the same time. Odd, yet ruggedly handsome.

The final teen, was another boy with bright red hair and freckles dusted across his nose. Although, to look at him, you might think him a girl, she could tell he was a boy if she stared at him for a minute. His eyes were a brilliant green, and he was missing a leg, a slab of metal where the limb should have been.

Alvin barked at the teens for a while, and Lydia felt herself becoming bored. It was just going to be like the routine he'd had with her for...how long had she been here? Three days? A week? Time didn't seem to pass here, and she hated it. She felt disconnected, and had no way of knowing what was going on outside of her cell. Had her family survived? Would they show up, or skip the island? When did the sun rise and moon set? She didn't know.

Lydia was brought from her musings when she heard the unmistakable sound of someone being slapped. One of the scrawny blond kids, the girl if she was not mistaken, had just been slapped. She felt rage boil inside of her. She hated when she saw anything resembling abuse. It was what drove her to drastic measures whenever they raided a village. Not one of the Ereborians she travelled with would even consider raising a hand against someone they cared about unless it was in a good-natured tussle.

"Bastard weakling! Why don't you give me a sword and we'll have a fair fight!" Lydia snarled, and Alvin jumped, his dark gaze falling on Lydia once again before he began to laugh. Lydia glared holes into his head as he kept laughing to his minions about language barriers and such, not knowing that Lydia understood everything he said and was growing angrier by the second. What she wouldn't give for one of Nori's throwing knives she could deal with Alvin the only way she knew how; with violence.

"Leave 'em be. C'mon, let's go," Alvin snickered and Lydia glared until she was sure he was gone, and then she glanced back at the girl who was holding her already bruised face.

"You okay?" Lydia asked quietly, but gruffly. She wasn't entirely sure she got that right, or even if that was their language, but she was rewarded for her troubles.

"Yeah, fine. I think the ass was holding back. Thanks. I'm Ruffnut, by the way. The ugly one is my twin, Tuffnut. Who are you?" Ruffnut asked, her light-colored blue eyes falling on Lydia's ice one. Lydia offered a small, genuine smile. She was glad Ruffnut was okay.

Like her Mother had always insisted, Lydia stood and said with a bow, "Lydia of the line of Durin, at your service."

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