Disclaimer: First of all I apologise for mistakes, english is not my first language. I do not own the Hobbit, nor any other Tolkien work. Bits of the story are influenced by Marion Zimmer Bradley.
I know the timeline is not correct, but I hope you like it anyway. This is my first fanfic ever, so please review.

Summary: In a world which changed due to a certain wizards influence a dwarf king and a Troian princess share a fate.

Chapter 1:
Troy thirty years after the fall of Erebor:
Kassandra, the six year old heiress to the throne of Troy, let out a bored sigh. Her entourage enjoyed the market more than her, enjoyed the various smells of the different foods, the many colors of the various tents of the salespeople coming from all of Middle Earth. Usually Kassandra would enjoy the market as much as her nanny and her bodyguards, but today it was different. Her mother, the Queen and ruler of Troy, had told her only daughter that the exciting and interesting life they had spend until know would soon be over. Now, at the age of 6 she would be introduced to the womens world, which meant learning how to please a husband. Cooking, managing a household and using her looks and female attributions to make a perfect wife for her future husband to be. Kassandra was too young to fully understand what that meant, but she listened and learned everything her mother and her teacher tried to teach her. She loved cooking and she liked sewing, but she hated to command her servants around for things she could do herself. As for her looks, the little princess could care less, which drove her mother crazy. She would sneak away before the beauty classes and sit on the wall of the upper ring of the city and dream about all the places she'd been.

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The places the little princess had been already! Minas Tirith, Osgiliath, Mirkwood, Rivendell, Edoras, Erebor and many many more beautiful cities. She could remember the beautiful white city Minas Tirith, she remembered the Steward, a bitter old man and his two sons Boromir and Faramir. Faramir was a nice young boy, interested in books as much as Kassandra herself much to the grief of his father Denethor, who clearly favored his older son Boromir, a young man who was to become great warrior and the heir to the Stewards throne of Gondor. Although Kassandra liked the friendly Faramir she looked on Boromir with admiration. He was strong and handsome and his aura was powerful and gave Kassandra a secure feeling. Sadly in the eyes of her mother, the Queen of Troy, Boromir was no suitable future husband for her only daughter.

Catarina, besides Lady Galadriel one of the few female rulers in Middle Earth, ruled with great power and wisdom. In a world dominated by men she knew how to stand her ground. She was a beautiful woman, dark straight hair almost reaching her knees, dark brown eyes, charamel colored skin, slim but very female curves and an aura that made every male turn his head after her. The Queens strength was not her striking beauty, but her intelligence and her strength of mind. She ruled without a man by her side, but knew that her kingdom would not last without a strong alliance to the kingdoms ruled by Kings. She had looked at her daughter and had followed her gaze back to the older son of Denethor. Boromir, what an arrogant and weak man he had become, Catarina thought...she could feel his weakness through his strong warrior fassade, but she could not tell what exactly this weakness was.
She had looked back to her daughter, Kassandra. She grew up without a father, which hurt her more than she would admit. The little girls father had left the Queen before Kassandra was born. Catarina didn't mind, the only purpose of their relationship was creating an heiress to the throne of Troy. But she knew that her daughter missed having a father around. Pushing these thoughts way back, she focused on her daughter once more. Kassandra was small for her age and very slim. Incredibly curly brown hair framed her face and her big brown eyes which reminded Catarina of the eyes of a trapped deer at times. The little girl was a book worm and she could drive anyone crazy with her thirst of knowledge. Catarina knew that her daughter would be a hard piece of work to form into a suitable wife for any prince. Kassandra had her own mind, intelligence, self confidence and stubborness were the main character traits of the young princess, which gave Catarina a head ache. No man would want a wife totally capable of living on her own without needing a man. Well...she still had plenty of time to make a good wife out of her little princess.

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Back in Troy, Kassandra wondered how to sneak away from her entourage. As two of the merchants got into a fight about their customers, she saw her chance and slipped away while her bodyguards tried to settle the mess. Now, where to go? Kassandra enjoyed the feeling of freedom and ran down the city to the lower rings.

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Fires blazing, trees like torches in the night...a city turned to ashes...the shadow of a powerful threat...these dark memories haunted the blacksmith in the little stone house in the lower ring of Troy. While he hammered on the sword he was forging for a troian nobleman he could not get rid of the terrible memory which followed him wherever he went. He had hoped that the difference of the southern city would take his mind of his lost home in the north. Erebor...his mountain.

The pain following this memory made him forge the sword even harder, the hammer hit the glowing metal with a force that would almost rip the piece of metal apart. The blacksmiths rage burned deep in him and nothing could take his mind of the past. Not even the beautiful troian women could take his mind of the loss of his mountain. In the past months he had many female customers since word spread fast that the blacksmith also made beautiful jewelry. He had noticed the interest of his female customers not only in his jewelry, but also in himself. But he didn't care much. Women were only a mere diversion for him, a diversion from his dark memories. Little did he know that this very day a woman, or better a girl, would enter his life and change his future drastically.

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Kassandra strolled down the narrow streets. She looked right and left, curiously watching the people in the streets of the lower city. Her mother only crossed the lower city to leave Troy, she did not linger in the lower ring. Sometimes her mothers arrogance really bothered Kassandra. The social structure in Troy was visible in the city rings. The palace, the temple and the homes of the nobility were situated in the upper ring. From there the Troians could enjoy the sight of the sea in front of the city. Kassandra loved the sea, she loved the fresh breeze, the noise the waves made and the feeling of freedom the sea gave her. The middle ring was the biggest ring which inhabited the big market, tavernes, thermal bath houses and the homes of the middle social class. In the lower ring the hard working class was situated. Craftsmen, artists, soldiers and labourers lived and worked in the ring which was right behind of the city wall and the gigantic metal gate. Troy was in fact a fortress, no army had made it past the city wall and the troian soldiers.
Kassandra loved weapons, she was already trained in swordfight and archery as well as fighting with stiletto daggers. She knew that the fight with stilettos, two slim daggers as long as a womans lower arm, was more a tradition of the Troian royal houses than actually a war proven weapon. They were womens weapons and the training was more a dance than a duell. Plus, the daggers had no chance against a sword or axe swung by a man. 'What you lack at physical strength you must compensate with intelligence and bravery' that the Queen of Troy had made clear to her only daughter.
Kassandra was a skilled fighter for her age, but she was honest enough to know that she would succumb to a male warrior with the same level of training. Sunk in her thoughts Kassandra did not notice that her feet had carried her deep into the narrow streets of the lower ring.
'You got to be joking, now I am lost in my own city' she thought.
Most of the doors were closed, only one stood open. The sound of metal hitting metal came to Kassandras ears, as she peaked through the door she saw a broad back and muscular arms working on a sword. 'A blacksmith' she thought, 'I bet he will help me find my way back'.
Neither did she know that he would do way more in her future.

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He felt a cold tickle on his back, he knew this tickle of somebody watching him. 'Let them stare' the blacksmith thought. In fact it was nothing new to him, people were curious about the young blacksmith. He wasn't one of them.
'He is no Troian' Kassandra thought as she entered the stone house. She had heard stories on the market about a new blacksmith in the lower city, her nanny had a bracelet which was made by that man. Kassandra decided that the fastest way to get answers to her questions was to ask him straight forward.
'Excuse me?'
'What do you want?' the blacksmith grumbled.
'Do you greet all of your paying customers like this?' Kassandra felt taken back by the rude behaviour of the blacksmith.
'Yes' was the short answer coming from the man in front of her.
Despite the open rudeness and impoliteness Kassandra had to grin. At least he was honest.
'Excuse me?!'
'What?!' He barked and turned around.

'Perfect, thats what I need, a spoiled brat from the upper class' he thought.
Then he looked closer at the little girl. Her clothes were definetly rich and of good quality, her sandals were of a high quality, too but full of dust. 'Did she actually walk down here?' he wondered.
Dust was all over her, also she did not look like the typical troian upper class girl. Troian women all had straight hair, that girl had curls all over her head. They spread to all directions and also into her face. Huge brown deer eyes loked at him, curious not frightened as he at first had suspected.
'What in Durins name do you want, little girl?'
'Little? You're the one to talk.' Kassandra blurted out. 'Darn, think before speaking' she thought. Her mother had often enough scolded her daughter for her blunt talk.
The blacksmith starred at her in mild shock. He saw the girl mentally kicking herself for her talk, but he wasn't in the mood for small talk.
'Will you give me an answer, little girl?' he asked impatiently.
'You are a dwarf!' Kassandra exclaimed.
'Oh really?' the blacksmith mocked.
'I thought you dwarves have more hair and are even smaller than you' Kassandra bit her lip. Again she had spoken without thinking.
The blacksmiths eyebrows tightened and his piercing blue eyes fixated Kassandra.
'Sorry' she mumbled.
'I will ask one last time, what do you want?'
'I am lost. I need someone to show me the way to the upper city' Kassandra blurted out.
She saw the blacksmith rolling his eyes in annoyance.
'If you do not want to buy something you may leave, little girl' the blacksmith said with his deep baritone. 'I am not your babysitter.'
'Fine. When I buy something, will you carry it home for me then?' Kassandra asked.
The blacksmith was surprised by the self confident answer of the little girl in front of him. 'What in here caught your interest?' he asked.
'You' Kassandra thought, but this time she managed not to blurt it out.
She looked around in the smithy. Axes, swords, daggers...all too big for her.
'I have no jewelry here, little girl.' the blacksmith said mockingly.
'My name is Kassandra, not little girl' Kassandra sneered. His rudeness began to get on her nerves.
'I heard that dwarves are rude and have no manners.' she said provocatively.
'What do you know about dwarves little girl?' the blacksmith growled.
'They are proud people, proud and stubborn. They like to stay for themselves, they dislike most other rasses, especially elves. I never understood why...
Their men and women have beards and big hands and feet like you do' Kassandra continued. 'Dwarves forge things of great beauty, weapons, jewelry, even cities...in a nutshell.'
The blacksmith looked at the girl in front of him. Her chin held high, big brown eyes looking at him under a waves of curles. He sighed, 'C'mon little girl, lets get you out of here.'
He wanted her out of his house, out of his sight. He wanted his peaceful silence back.
'I thought I should...' Kassandra started, but she swallowed down the rest at the sight of the blacksmiths blue eyes shooting fire in her direction. 'Fine.'
They walked back to the upper rings in silence. The blacksmith wondered why the girl was that silent all of a sudden.
'I know where I am now. Thank you.' And gone she was.
The blacksmith only saw a few curls passing the gate up to the middle ring. Shaking his head he returned to his smithy. Sitting back at his fire, he thought about the little girl for a few more minutes, but then his mind faded back to his mountain - the lonely mountain.
'Lonely as yourself, Thorin.' were the last things he thought before he fell asleep.

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