Daughter of a Southern King
Inspired by this quote by Richard Armitage during a interview with
Hoping to beef up Thorin's emotional arc, Armitage discussed with Boyens the addition of backstory elements that would reveal that the dwarf prince lost a loved one. "A princess or someone he was betrothed to," as Armitage describes it. "It was never something they were going to explore but I did keep it in my head that perhaps he was once in love, and it ended with Smaug."
Two dire wolves crouched outside the open gates of Erebor peering in, one white one black but both large and fearsome in battle and loyalty. Strapped upon their backs were odd leather saddles, one man stood with them, his skin like copper and his hair straight and black. The white dire looked to the south toward the ruins of dale whimpering softly before gazing back inside, the ears of the black dire twitched for their perked position.
Inside though was what they were focused on, a tawny figure slinking amongst the blackened halls of the once beautiful halls of Erebor. The smell of smoke and burnt flesh was polluted the air and puddles of melted gold dotted the floor gleaming and shining in the flickering light of burning torches. Large tawny paws placed themselves delicately upon the gold riddled floors trying not to disturb anything that make a sound. A rosy nose owed by a tawny feline face sniffed the charred remains of a once living dwarf. He raised his head and opened his mouth sucking in air allowing his inner scent glands to taste the air. When he closed his mouth he looked to his back where a man sat with a cat skull for a helm attached to a spotted fur coat that belonged to a smaller cousin of the feline below him. The large cat chuffed softly, she was nearby.
"Spartan where is she." The cat continued forward placing his paws intricately on the ground as if he were stalking prey, trying not to touch anything that may distract the dragon's attention from his hunt outdoors. If the man was not on his back you would say he belonged in the great halls of Erebor with his tawny goat, golden eyes and pearl white canines and obsidian claws. But he did not. No he belong to the woman the now lay before him under a large stone bench; face down her arms covering her head of sandy blond hair singed black at the ends, she wore a once white clothing that had become frayed and charred by her attempt to escape the dragons flames.
He nudged her with his nose and chuffed as the man on his back leap down carefully and padded his way to her. The woman's hands relaxed from their fisted position and she took in a shaky breath. The man knelt beside the toothed cat as the woman moved her arms from around her head to reveal an exotic yet dark site, a dwarf with chocolate brown eyes, an elegant nose, full lips and no beard; but her face was covered with soot and fear. They had found her…
I know its a short and odd start but this story is of how she came to be in the north
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