Hello, all! This is my first stab at a Hobbit-related story. I expect it to be more of a mini-series rather than a full blown story, but we'll see how it goes.

This takes place three years after the story of The Hobbit. It is given that all the company had survived the journey (unlike the proper ending of The Hobbit).

Warning: if you have not fully read The Hobbit, expect there to be minor spoilers.

Here goes nothing!


I sat on the back wall of the cell, head resting on my knees. My mind had been replaying the situation for the hundredth time when I finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"She isn't much of a thing," I heard as the voice got louder, "But your uncle insisted that it be you two. Least 'til we figure what to do with her." I looked up from my spot to see a large, balding dwarf followed by two smaller ones. They stopped at the entrance of the stairwell.

Through the terrible, dim lighting, I tried my best to cautiously look the newcomers over. The blonde hair caught my eye at first. He had an intrigued look on his face as he glanced around the small prison room.

"I don't believe I've ever had the honor to come down here before," the blonde joked with a smug smile as he looked over to the brunette dwarf beside him. As my attention followed his own, I was met with dark brown eyes staring intensely back at me. His eyebrows were knit tightly together as if in a deep focus. I swallowed thickly as silence fell over the room.

After a few moments, the blonde one cleared his throat before speaking once again to break the tension. "What did she do?" he asked curiously.

"She's a thief! That's what she is!" the balding dwarf exclaimed as he walked closer to the cell, "A good-for-nothing thief." I slowly blinked—needn't a reminder of what I had already told myself endless times prior to their arrival—before bringing my forehead down to my knees once again.

"Well then," I heard the blonde continue on, "What are we expected of?"

"As I said: watch!" the larger dwarf bellowed. "You are to take turns keeping a watch on her through the nights."

"And what of the days?" Blondie inquired. I heard them to begin to move about the room.

"She will be brought meals twice a day. Otherwise she is to be left alone in the daylight. Let the guilt eat her alive!" I cringed at the thought.

"Isn't that a bit harsh?" a voice quietly asked.

"No, not for a thief," he replied flatly. "Besides, it is simply King Thorin's orders."

I took a deep breath as I was indirectly told what my life plans would be for the near future. Though, I tried to be optimistic that I wasn't punished on the spot with a crueler fate.

"Kili, you take first watch for the evening. Pantry's in the corner if needed. Once the sun arises, you're free to do as you please," the head-dwarf ordered. Two sets of footsteps began to be sound before stopping once more.

"Good luck, brother," one of the dwarves said quietly before chuckling. He continued with what sounded like a pat on the back before the footsteps started up again and slowly began to soften as they got further up the stairs.

A deep silence saturated the room for minutes on end, to the point where I began to wonder if I misheard the dwarves and was actually left alone. However, my curiosity was answered not too long after the thought.

"What's your name, thief?" a voice I had yet to hear sounded. I hesitantly raised my head to see the brunette leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. I simply stared at him, unsure whether his question was genuine or not.

Though he was still shadowed, I could see that his attention seemed to be focused on the ground, rather than the cell. With that, I decided to remain silent and readjust my spot on the bench I was provided. I turned in my seat so my legs were rested on my chest and the side of my body was pressed against the cold, cell wall.

Once I was mildly comfortable, I could hear the brunette moving closer. From the corner of my eye, I could see him lean against the stone pillar that constructed a corner of the cell.

"Kili," he spoke confidently, causing me to look over at him again after a moment. Once our eyes met, he continued, "At your service." He looked me over with a nod. His eyes slightly narrowed as he paused. "Well, I guess not quite," he added, a childish grin splashing across his face.

"Why are you talking to me?" I quietly questioned, ignoring his previous statement. His smile slowly dropped before he shrugged.

"It seems as if though we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other. Why not make it a little more entertaining for ourselves?" he said as he walked over to his original spot to sit down. Once seated, he continued, "Plus, it's a bit difficult for me to grasp you being a criminal and such."

"Is the cell not convincing enough?" I sarcastically replied, more to myself than him. However, he looked back over at me as his smile returned to his face.

"Hey! It's not all that bad!" he said, getting back up to walk over to the edge of the cell. "Look, you get a makeshift bed, a beautifully carved bench to sit on," he paused as I looked at him in amusement.

"You get me as company," he happily continued as he ran his hand along the bars of the cell. A small smile played at my lips.

"Splendid," I said in a less caustic tone, refocusing my attention on my hands. After realizing that it probably wasn't all that bad of an idea to converse while I had the chance, I spoke up. "Eleysia," I said softly before looking back at him. His hands were lightly wrapped around two of the cell bars as he was glancing through the spaces to look at me.

"Eleysia," he repeated, the same innocent smile widened across his features, "It's a pleasure to meet you." I briefly lifted the corners of my mouth to return into a smile.

I took a deep sigh as the quiet began to settle throughout the room again. Thinking that was the end of our conversation for the time being, I rested my head on the cool wall again.

"What did you do?" he asked quietly, causing me to look at him once again. Before I spoke, he quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."

I appreciated his politeness. Even if I was a prisoner, I still wanted to be treated with a sense of decency.

"I took a risky chance to fulfill my own selfish goals," I said after a moment. "He was right, though," I paused, "I'm a good-for-nothing thief."