Hello kids,

So this is my first fanfiction that I have ever posted. I have written some before, but never posted them, so…. Bear with me? Anyways, there will be a few main OCs but only one will be with Thorin. You will also notice that the names I have chosen for the OCs are names of ancient Greek gods. However these characters are not a representation of the god (if, in any way they are, it is completely coincidental). I just really like the names. I also made up a place in the world of Middle earth, which you will hear more about in the story. Other than that, there is nothing more I can say. So if you want to find out where this story takes our lovely characters then read on.

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Chapter 1- A Flame in the Dark.

It was late when the dwarves had finally settled down in the Hobbit's house. Most of them were either chatting amongst themselves or dozing off to sleep. But Thorin would do neither.

He watched the fire crackle and burn, slowly dying down. He had no idea why his company was here. The Hobbit was obviously not going to help them, and even if he wished to how could he? He was small and weak.

The only reason they were staying the night was because Gandalf insisted that his company could use the rest, but Thorin had the idea that the old wizard was up to something again.

As Thorin looked into the deep blue flames he heard a knock at the door. It was a strong assertive knock, echoing throughout the house. It even aroused some of the dwarves that were half asleep. A few of the dwarves, such as Dwalin and Balin stood, as if ready for some sort of attack. Thorin only looked to Gandalf, who gave him a sheepish grin.

Dwalin walked into the hallway and peered towards the front door. Within seconds Balin and Thorin were alongside of him. Dwalin looked to Thorin awaiting his order.

When Thorin nodded, Dwalin went forwards and slowly opened the door to reveal one of the most beautiful girls any of the three had ever seen.

While the three stared at her, almost in shock at the fact that a woman had shown up out of the blue. But she hardly seemed to pay them mind and instead looked past them towards the wizard.

"Ares." Gandalf spoke, in a welcoming tone.

With that she walked in, brushing past Thorin as she went. Stood herself proudly in front of the wizard with her arms crossed.

"Wizard." She spoke in monotone, yet somehow her voice seemed so full of power.

"I apologize for my coming at such an hour. I heard whispers that my dear sister was off to the east, and could not resist taking at least a small peek for myself." She spoke.

"Any luck?"

"Do you really think I would be here if I had found her?"

Thorin cleared his throat, as to remind the room that he was still there.

"Ah yes," Gandalf began to speak. "This is Ares, daughter of Azar the last great king of Midloth."

Thorin noticed how she stood a little taller. Azar… that ringed a bell. He remember his father making alliances with the strong people of Midloth.

"And Ares this is-" Gandalf was cut off.

"Yes, I know who this is. Thorin Oakenshield, King under the mountain."

"Gandalf, why is she here?"

"You asked for me to find you the last two members of your company, Bilbo Baggins and Ares are the two I chose. If you do not wish for my council anymore, then just say the word, and I shall be gone."

"Yes but I did not expect you to bring me a hobbit and a woman." Thorin said slowly, as he glared at Ares. She looked utterly savage, yet somehow elegant. Her black leather pants and boots were very worn. She had a corset that showed a couple of inches of midriff, and a good bit of cleavage. It was black like the rest of her outfit, and had many buckles and was tied together tightly with a cord going down the middle, and was kept in place by thick straps that went over her shoulders. Her hair was long and black, with many little braids and silver beads.

"So you believe that because I am a woman means that I cannot fend for myself?"

"I-"Thorin tried to speak but was cut off by Ares.

"I have met men like you before Thorin Oakenshield. Men who believed that what was between my legs effected my courage or will to fight. Do you know where those men are now?" She paused, "Gone."

Thorin's face went red, from embarrassment or anger… he did not know. All he knew is that he did not like this one bit.

By this time, more dwarves began to gather, awoken by the raising voices.

"What do you even have to offer us that we cannot already supply?" Thorin inquired.

"You will need me when our little friend smuag comes out to play."

"The oversized lizard has not been seen for decades now, he may even be dead. We have no need for you."

"That dragon is not dead, I can promise you that."

"And how would you know something like that?"

"Because I used to train dragons."

Suddenly the room became very still. All eyes were on their king, waiting for his response. But it was Gandalf instead who broke the silence.

"Ares is the best, not only does she have the experience but she has the will to do this. Anyone else would have turned the offer down in a heartbeat."

Thorin frowned at this. "And why would she be so eager to take the quest?"

"Well I do enjoy myself a good adventure from time to time… and it has been much too long since I have seen a dragon up close…"she trailed off.

"Thorin…" Balin chimed in, "We could use her… we would have little luck with the beast ourselves."

Thorin never took his eyes of the woman standing before him, taking in her every feature.

"Think about it, you will finally take back your kingdom and build it up to ten times its former glory. You will show all who doubted you that you and your kin are nothing but courageous and strong. You will be remember not as a dwarf whom lost his people to dragon fire, but as the king who conquered a great beast!" She had him now.

Thorin couldn't help but feel a flare of pride within him at hearing her words. He was beginning to put together some of the pieces of her tragic story, the ones that he could remember from when he still lived in Erabor. She was supposed to be the one to keep the throne, they powerful one or something like that. It was her job to use pretty words to persuade people of things.

"You may come." He couldn't believe the words as they left his mouth. He almost believed he hadn't said it at all. Almost.

Balin pulled out a contract and handed it to her.

"Just the usual agreement." He spoke.

She walked to a nearby candle and poured the wax onto the line that was reserved for her signature. She stamped into the wax with her sigil on her ring. When she finished, the handed it back to Balin who looked at it with curious eyes. The sigil had a dragon imprinted on it.

She then turned her attention the rest of the company.

"Ares," Gandalf began, "This is Dwalin, Balin, Dori, Norin, Ori, Bofer, Bomber, Bifur, Oin, Gloin, Fili, Kili, and of course you already know Thorin."

"Nice to meet you lads, looks like I will be your dragon tamer."

Many of them looked very skeptical, but a few just looked free of worry… especially the younger ones. Ares mentally sighed, they didn't know much of the world yet.

"I suggest you all rest, we are to start at dawn." Thorin spoke from behind her.

She watched as the company filled its way back into what she could assume to be the living space. Thorin was the last to exit the room, leaving Ares and Gandalf.

She found her way into the small dining room, over packed with chairs and empty food platters. She placed herself in one of the chairs closest to the entrance, and pulled out a weather stained map from her travel bag. She unfolded it and laid it out on the table, grabbing a candle to install a better view. Gandalf came to sit across from her, also peering at the large map of Middle Earth. He noticed that there was writing all over it, along with arrows and red exes.

Thorin sat in an armchair, in the other room, subconsciously listening to their conversation.

"Gandalf, our deal was that if i came with them to help them win back their mountain that you would aid me in the finding of my sister." She paused. "Now, you must know something about her whereabouts…"

So this I really why she was going to help, Thorin thought to himself.

"I am afraid that I do not… but," he went on, noticing her increase in anger, "I might know somebody who does… could you not take back Midloth on your own?"

"I thought you knew more of the world old man… I need my sister by my side if I was ever to rule."

They held a silence for some time.

"How can you hold so much hate in your heart?" Gandalf suddenly asked.

"Do you even know what they did to my family?" Anger ripped it way through her voice.

Thorin suddenly became a bit more of an eager listener, though he would never admit to his curiosity.

"I watched as they tortured my father in unspeakable ways, when they finally set him ablaze, he didn't even have the will to scream in pain. And my brother, I don't even know what they did to him. The last I saw he was being drug down into some unforgiving pit. And my sister… my beautiful sister." Her voice suddenly became very soft, "They beat and raped her, thankfully I was able to get her away before anymore could happen."

Another silence washed over them. Until she broke it.

"Gandalf, all I have left in this world is my sister, and I will be damned if I leave her out there to rot."

She stood from the table gathering her map as she went. She walked into the hallway, but before she turned she couldn't help but notice that Thorin was awake. For a brief second they held eye contact, but she looked away and situated herself against a wall in the far side of the hallway next to the door.

Thorin's mind was buzzing. She was unlike anything he had ever seen, and if he dared to admit there was some part of him that she had attracted. But it would go no further than that, he assured himself of it.

Thanks for reading my first chapter. I know it was short, but to be honest it was only really a quick introductions to our OC.

So at the end of most of the chapters I am going to try and leave a song or two that inspired me a bit.

So this time the song is:

Back in Black AC/DC

(There may be recurring songs btw)

Anyways, read and review. I like to be consistent in posting, but no joke reviews will make me want to write them faster