Okay, so new Hobbit story! I'm not sure how the mixture between movie verse and book verse is going to go, but it'll be a mixture when we get to that point. For now though the only thing I own is Sorcha and Glynis. We all know where The Hobbit comes from, and the song lyrics are an edited version of The Foggy Dew as performed by The Chieftains.

The road to The Blue Mountains was proving to be a long one for the large company of dwarves. There was about twenty of them, all gathered by close friends of Thorin Oakenshield; the purpose of this company was to reach the new dwarven settlement within The Blue Mountains.

Sorcha was the youngest member of this company, at the tender age of only five the other members of the company saw her as practically being a new born. On top of that, Sorcha was the only she-dwarf in their company, besides her mother, and many of the other dwarves had never seen such a young she-dwarf before. Because of this Sorcha, and her mother, were kept in the middle of the company when the traveled, for both of their protection, and they were the only members not expected to rotate on the lines.

Sorcha represented a lot to the company. The Blue Mountains was a fairly new settlement, she-dwarves probably wouldn't come tell it had been well established, meaning Sorcha and her mother were a very valuable addition to the city. Sorcha's father had died not long ago, Sorcha was unable to meet him, but her mother was a rather handy rock smith. Glynis, as she was known, had even worked under the apprenticeship of a master rock smith of Erebor. Truly both were going to make very fine additions to the new settlement.

There was a little more to Sorcha's importance than that though. Sorcha may very well be the last child to be born to two dwarves from Erebor; she may be the last to grow up on first-hand accounts of the great dwarven city from a parent. She shined with all the greatness of a child of Erebor. Her mother taught her the songs of Erebor, and Sorcha had learned many of the unique traditions that the city had had. She shined like a bright beacon to those that feared the ways of Erebor might be lost, and for that there wasn't a single dwarf in the company that wouldn't encourage the young, she-dwarf's happiness.

The company had been traveling for four days, by foot, but the journey promised still almost a week's worth of travel. They were almost across the lowlands, they had hoped to be able to finish traversing the lowlands before they stopped for the night, but as the sun began to disappear from the sky they knew they didn't have enough time to finish that particular stretch of their journey before night fall.

They had stopped to make camp in a rather large clearing. The dwarves had spread out, but all were in view of each other. At the very edge of the camp was a camp fire circle by four of who Sorcha called, "the warrior dwarves." These four were the friends of Thorin that he had sent to retrieve all those willing to help them make the settlement. Sorcha was with her mother, in the center of the camp. Normally all she-dwarves would be in the center, but Sorcha and Glynis were the only females. Glynis was stirring a pot of some sort of stew for tonight's meal, while Sorcha sat impatiently watching her mother cook.

"Can I go play with the warriors," Sorcha asked, she was tiring of kicking the stump she was sitting on, and her mother had stopped teaching her songs for the day.

"No Sorcha, they are busy. How can they protect us with you distracting them," her mother asked, not turning from the pot, "maybe they'll let you sit with them while they eat later."

"But mom, I'm bored now," complained Sorcha as looked up at the darkening sky, "what if I only watched what they were doing, and didn't talk to them?"

Glynis laughed, "Sorcha dear, why not talk to some of the other dwarves. There are plenty of dwarves not occupied like the warriors are?"

"I guess I could," Sorcha looked around at all the different dwarves, all doing things that matched their craft. Some were simply sharing stories about their craft, and all the things they had achieved. Some that worked with leather were threading shoes, or fixing any overly worn clothes from the journey. Sorcha looked to the fire closest to the warriors; Bofur was sitting whittling away at a piece of wood. A smile spread across Sorcha's face as she thought of the perfect way to please both herself and her mother, "I'm going to go talk to Bofur, he is whittling!"

"Okay," her mother said as she clicked her cooking spoon against the side her pot. "Wait, Bofur is serving as a warrior," she said as she looked towards Sorcha. Sorcha however had already ran away pleased with her success, letting out only an amused laugh as her mother called out to her. Glynis shook her head, but let her daughter's antics slid when she noticed Bofur in the distance, who was indeed whittling.

"Bofur," Sorcha called out as she neared his seat. Sorcha was on a full out charge towards Bofur, and all the dwarves she passed spared the running child a small smile as they moved out of her way. Bofur looked up just in time to accept the hug from the charging child while preventing her from colliding with his carving tools.

"Sorcha," Bofur exclaimed, his face that had been one of perfect concentration lightened at the child. Bofur was one of the dwarves that Sorcha greatly enjoyed the company of. Of course while there was a few reasons for that one reason seemed to be above the others, "I made something for you today."

"Really," Sorcha asked, her face brightened as she tried to look at the figure Bofur had in his hands, "what is it?"

"I'm afraid it isn't ready yet," Bofur said as he hid the unfinished toy in his bag.

"That wasn't very nice, Bofur," Sorcha pouted as she looked at the whittler.

Bofur laughed at the girl, "how was your day Sorcha," he asked to change the subject.

Sorcha sat down next to him and looked at the fire for a moment. She was a short girl, so she could still sway her legs back and forth as she stared at the fire. As she began to chew on the side of her cheek she thought of her entire day. Bofur looked at her with curiosity for few moments before she suddenly turned to him with a cheerful light to her honey brown eyes. Bofur raised his eyebrows as her dark auburn braids hit his arm with the speed of her movement, "It was good, mom taught me a new song!"

"Oh really," Bofur asked, "what song would that be?"

"Mary Mac," Sorcha looked very proud of her achievement, "I can even sing it five verses fast!" Bofur laughed, causing Sorcha to frown as she reached out and poked his dimples, "what's so funny?"

"It's just an odd song for a babe to know," Bofur winked at her, as he did some of the other warrior dwarves came up from behind them.

"What is an odd song?" Coming into the glow of the fire was the two brother warriors that Sorcha had always seen, but never really talked to. Behind them was Bifur. Bifur was another person she liked being around, because although he didn't say much, he was a great listen, and never told her to leave him alone. Sometimes he would even carry her on his shoulders as she told him stories, or sang songs, that her mother taught her.

"The Little Warrior Princess has learned Mary Mac," Bofur looked over to Sorcha, who appeared to be pouting, "what's wrong, lass?"

"I'm not a baby," Sorcha said very matter of fact like to Bofur before she stuck out her tongue at him.

Bofur simply laughed as the two brothers looked on in amusement, Bifur remained his usual stoic self, "you should sing it for us," Bofur encouraged as he leaned forward on his knees.

The other dwarves seemed to agree. Now normally Sorcha would be more than happy to show off the new songs she had learned from her mother, but the two new warrior brothers made her slightly nervous, at least Sorcha thought the little twirls in her stomach were the cause of nervousness.

"I don't know," she said with a slight blush to her cheeks as she looked at the two smiling brothers.

"But Sorcha, you have such a lovely voice," said Bofur encouragingly. Sorcha looked up at him and felt a surge of confidence at his truthful smile.

Sorcha opened her mouth to start singing but she was interrupted by her mother stepping near the circle with four bowels of stew in her arms, "Sorcha dear, I half expected you to be somewhere else by now," Glynis began to pass out the bowels to the men, all of which gave her a nod of thanks, "she isn't bothering you boys is she?"

"Oh no, not at all," said Bofur as he spooned some of the stew into his mouth, "we enjoy the girl's presence, don't we boys," the two brothers nodded and Bifur simply grunted in agreement. Sorcha felt her blush strengthen as she looked at the brothers, mainly the one with brunette hair and stubble where his beard should be. Sorcha had never seen a dwarf without a beard before, and for some reason this one seemed to fascinate her and draw her in. She wondered if all beardless dwarves were this way.

"I'm glad she hasn't been a bother to you; however, it's time for Sorcha to go to sleep," Glynis said as she placed a hand on Sorcha's shoulder.

"But mom," Sorcha protested as she dug her finger nails into the log she was sitting on, "I'm not tired at all!"

"Hush," her mother demanded and she lifted her child up, leaving small scratch marks behind on the wood, "all children need rest."

Sorcha began pouting again, "I'm not a child, "she grumbled.

"Of course you aren't," sighed Glynis as she lifted Sorcha up so that she rested on her hip, "come on, you can play more tomorrow."

"You always say that," said Sorcha defiantly crossing her arms, her mother ignored her though as she began to walk off.

"Good night, Sorcha," called Bofur to the two figures that were retreating back towards the center of the camp.

It took a few moments before a, "Good night, Bofur," was heard back from the girl.

Sorcha had quickly succumbed to sleep that night, much as her mother had expected she would. Her sleep however did not go uninterrupted. It was early morning, so early that the sky had already become tinged with many shades of pink; the morning had a silent danger to it. The warriors noticed this, and slowly they began to wake as many of the others up as they could without raising too much alarm.

They weren't fast enough however, and the dwarves weren't ready, even after the warning call, "Wargs!"

Although Sorcha wasn't quick to wake, her mother was. In a matter of moments Glynis had scooped Sorcha up into her arms and was hoisting her up a nearby tree, "stay here till I come back for you," her mother said as Sorcha, who was now very much awake, climbed the tree.

Once Glynis was satisfied with how high in the tree her daughter was she ran off to grab a weapon in attempt to help the other dwarves fight off the wargs. Sorcha closed her eyes as she held onto the tree tightly, trying to ignore the cries of the dwarves around her.

Sorcha did, however, not go unnoticed, and in a small matter of moments a warg had begun to scratch at her tree viciously. The bark splintered underneath the warg's paw, and Sorcha felt a scream slip from her lips as the tree started to lean with weakness.

Suddenly a cry came from the warg and it fell to the side with an arrow sticking out of the side of its head, "Sorcha!" Sorcha looked down to see the beardless dwarf from earlier. "Jump to me," he called up to her as he held out his arms to show that he would catch her.

"B-but, mother said."

"We don't have time Sorcha," the man said as he moved his arms, stressing his point, "jump to me."

Sorcha gulped, swallowing the knot that had formed in her throat, before she slipped down from the tree into the arms of the man below. He never flinched as he caught her, and when he set her onto the ground he simply grabbed her hand before he started running, not once saying another word.

Sorcha tried not to look around at the fighting dwarves and wargs around her. This proved to be a mistake though as a warg suddenly jumped through the fire of battle and tackled Sorcha to the ground and out of the man's grasp.

Time seemed to slow down as Sorcha looked up into the snarling face of the warg. The look of hatred in its eyes had entranced her so that she was frozen stiff; she hadn't even heard the startled cry that came from the beardless dwarf as she fell. Time continued to slow as he readied his bow, now racing with the wargs jaws, which were already dangerously close to her shoulder. Sorcha saw this though, and was able to brace herself for the searing pain that came from her shoulder as the warg sank its teeth into her. The warg began to thrash before the he had let loose an arrow into its skull. The warg's grip loosened as her shoulder was released from its bite, but it was too late and the damage had been done.

"Sorcha, no," the beardless dwarf said as he picked her up before he started to run again, "Fili cover!"

"Aye, Kili," said the blonde dwarf from earlier, Fili followed behind them, swinging his sword at any warg that dare try to approach his brother and the girl.

"It hurts," Sorcha mumbled as she leaned her head into Kili's neck. It had been her right shoulder that had been bitten, and it was bleeding badly all over Kili's jacket, not that he cared. His attention was on getting the girl away from the wargs as quickly as he could.

"Think of something else," he said to her.

Sorcha tried to distract herself by playing with Kili's hair, "you have no braids," she whimpered weakly, her voice hadn't cracked, but it was obviously growing weaker. Kili didn't respond to the girl, but he did hold her a little tighter against himself. Sorcha leaned fully on his shoulder, abandoning his hair she clutched onto his shirt.

"Keep her talking Kili," called Fili from behind them. Fili was just as worried as Kili was for the girl, the wound was large, and was bleeding excessively.

"What are you thinking about Sorcha," Kili asked, sparing her a small glance.

Their warm brown eyes meet for a split second, "you smell nice," she said absent mindedly.

Kili felt a small chuckle escape him, "oh really, and how do I smell."

Sorcha looked away from him and rubbed her head into his shoulder, "you smell like a mountain when it's really early in the morning."

"You've never been to the mountains Sorcha," Kili joked with her. It was a fact that Sorcha had never been to the mountains before. She had been born and raised in a human city before the start of their journey.

"Mom always told me about how good the mountains smelled in the morning," Sorcha said, "she said there wasn't a single smell that could ever be as good."

Kili felt a small smile creep onto his face, "I'm glad you think so than, Sorcha," it had been an unexpected compliment, one Kili hadn't received before.

"Do you like music Kili," Sorcha asked, her voice cracked with weakness as she spoke.

"Very much so," Kili said, "don't we all like music?"

"I know mother really likes music," Sorcha had returned to playing with Kili's hair, "she would always sing to me when something was going wrong. Do you know any songs?"

"I know a few," Kili said, he hadn't noticed that she was running her fingers through a small section of his hair.

"Why don't you sing me one? Bofur spoke highly of your singing voice," Kili asked, trying to keep it so Sorcha wouldn't be tempted to fall asleep.

"But I'm tired Kili," she said. Her shoulder had yet to stop bleeding, and the need to sleep begun to seem really inviting.

"Just a little longer Sorcha, I know it hurts, but if you sing you might feel a little better," Kili pleased with her.

"Okay," Sorcha said as she began to separate the section of hair she has been running her hand through into three strands, "what kind of song do you want to hear?"

"Any kind," Kili had reached the point when it truly didn't matter to him. He just wanted the girl to stay awake, "just sing."

"Okay," Sorcha said as she began to sing.

As down the mount one Western morn

To a city fair rode I

There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum, no battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo

But the angelic bells o'er the lonely hill rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over the dwarven town

They hung out the flag of war

'Twas better to die with a battle cry

Than while wondering the foreign hills

And towards the mount of royal right

Strong men came hurrying to

While brutalious Orcs with their sharpened arms burst through the foggy dew

Sorcha's voice was weakening as she sung, but she was determined to sing it right for Kili. As she sung she had begun to weave the three strands of Kili's hair to form a braid. Sorcha was skilled with such things, since her mother had always believed braids to be a thing every young she-dwarf should know much about. Because of this she had much practice and the movements of Kili's running didn't appear to be affecting the condition of the braids appearance.

Oh the sky turned red

Still the men had not fled

In the ashy rain

Seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel

By each shining blade a prayer was said

To their brethren may each dwarf be true

But when morning broke still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew

'Twas Orcs bade the Durins be dead

That "dwarf nations might fall"

Their lonely graves by Moria's gates

Oh, had they died by Durin's side

Their graves we'd keep where the heroes sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

By this point in time Sorcha had almost finished Kili's braid. She only needed to finish the knot that would hold it in place. She held the braid in one hand as she undid on of the rings from her hair. She paid close attention to which charm was on the ring of the braid she pulled from her hair. She seemed to care little as her braid fell apart in the wind as she secured Kili's new braid with the ring from her hair. Although Kili had yet to notice the delicate braid that Sorcha had been weaving, but since they had long left the wargs behind Fili had noticed the girl braiding Kili's hair, as she was holding it away from her should keeping any blood from getting on it.

Oh the bravest fell

And the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Western side in the spring time of the year

And the world did face in deep amaze at those fearless men but few

Who bare the fight that Moria's light might shine through the foggy dew

As back through the field I rode again and my heart with grief did sore

For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more

But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you

For Azog fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew

"I think we can stop now," said Fili. Both dwarves stopped running at a small clearing. In the center there were some stones that looked left behind from a previous group of travelers. "We can rest here tell the others catch up."

Kill sat Sorcha down so that she was leaning against a tree, "you sing very well Sorcha, Bofur was right," his smile was warm and encouraging. Kili examined the girls highly injured shoulder. Kili pulled a small knife from his pocket, "do you mind if I cut off the sleeve?" Sorcha simply gazed back at him; she was having trouble comprehending what he was saying.

She tilted her head back against the tree, not answering him, "I'm tired Kili."

"You can't do to sleep yet Sorcha," Kili said as he began to cut off the bloodied sleeve, "you lost a braid somewhere," he said trying to encourage her to keep talking.

"No, I didn't," Sorcha looked at him and reached out for his braid, "I gave it to you," she touched the braid and pulled it forward gently so Kili could see it.

Kili looked at the braid like it was a foreign object. The braid had been surprisingly well put together considering it was done while they were running, and at the end the silver ring and its charm stuck out against his brown hair. Kili looked at the small she-dwarf in front of him with a look of admiration.

To the dwarves braids were very important things; braids were used as a symbol for one of many things. There was once a time when the charms, like that ones in Sorcha's hair, would be worn by many female dwarves. They were different from the beads the men wore, because while the beads often showed rank, or marked a family name, the charms where given as tokens of thanks. To wear one meant you had done something of great importance for one that had given the charm.

Kili snapped from his trance when he noticed how pale Sorcha had become. He placed a hand against her cheek, "you're growing cold." He hurried himself along as he took off his shirt and began to tear it into a long strip.

"But your shirt," Sorcha asked, "won't you be cold?"

"I have a jacket," he shrugged as he pulled a water skin from his belt, "this might sting a little," he said as he pulled the cork from it. Sorcha hissed as the water washed some of the blood from her shoulder. Kili took his wrist band off and wiped the wound as clean as he could. Eventually the deep incisions of the warg bite were painfully obvious.

"That is going to leave a pretty little scar," said Fili from behind his brother. "Bofur was right when he called you a warrior princess," Fili winked at her, "you're a tough one."

Kili simply smiled in agreement with his brother. He would have spoken had he not been so focused on wrapping the remains of his shirt around her right shoulder.

As Kili covered more of the wound it began to hurt more and more as he wrapped it around her shoulder, "It hurts," Sorcha whimpered. Her bravery was diminishing as the time passed; still she tried to appear as strong as she could.

"We're almost done," said Kili, and in moments he had tied the final knot that would keep the binding secure, "there done."

"You're very tough Sorcha," said Fili, "I don't think I could have handled that as well as you."

"Thank you," she said, but her voice was no more than a whisper on her ghostly pale lips. She knew Fili was trying to help her feel better, and she was truly grateful for his encouragement, but she couldn't find the strength to pair her 'thank you' with a smile.

Kili moved so he was sitting on her right side, "would you like me to fix your braid?"

"If you want to," Sorcha shrugged, "I'm really tired though."

"Maybe when I'm done you can take small nap," Kili said as he moved to take her charm from his hair.

Sorcha reached out with a new found energy, "I want you to keep that," both Fili and Kili were caught slightly off guard by the child's quick response. "Mom said I could give them to someone if they were special to me," Sorcha explained, "you had no braids, so I thought you might like one."

"It's very nice," Kili said as he began to gather all the loose strands of her hair together for him to braid, "thank you."

Sorcha was shaking slightly as Kili worked on her hair. Her eyes were fixed to the tree line, she kept imagining another warg bursting through and catching her again. Fili moved to sit on the other side of her, and between the two brothers Sorcha found a feeling of safety she hadn't felt away from her mother before. It was silent for a few moments longer before Sorcha realized something, "my mother isn't going to catch up with us, is she?"

Kili bit his lip nervously as he exchanged a glance with Fili over Sorcha's head. "I don't know," Kili lied. He knew very well her mother wasn't going to catch up with them; it had been Sorcha's mother that asked him to go save her daughter after she had also been bitten by a warg. Sorcha's mother hadn't been as fortunate as Sorcha had with her wound.

"You don't have to lie to me," Sorcha mumbled, "I know she isn't going to come back."

Neither brother was sure how to handle the sudden sadness in the girl. Both knew that Sorcha's future in The Blue Mountains was now very uncertain. With no parent Sorcha was an orphan, and although any dwarf that could afford to raise a she-dwarf would be glad to raise Sorcha in a new settlement there was very few in the position. Sorcha would have to take up a trade quickly; the life ahead of her had suddenly become much more challenging.

"Are you sure you don't want your charm back," asked Kili as he reached the end of her braid.

"No, I want you to keep it," Sorcha said with the highest degree of certainty that she could afford, "even if you don't get to wear it often I want you to have it."

"I hardly did anything to deserve it," Kili said, but he accepted her answer and finished her braid as best as he could.

"You helped me," Sorcha looked over at Fili for a moment, "I'm sorry I haven't given you one yet."

Fili only smiled down at the girl, "nothing to worry about Princess, Kili did most of the work anyways."

"But you helped me too," she said through a yawn. Sorcha leaned over onto Kili, "can I sleep now?"

Kili looked at Sorcha, who was obviously very tired, "sure, but only tell the others catch up." Sorcha nodded as she snuggled into Kili's side. Kili smiled down at her before he wrapped an arm around her side, holding her close to him.

"Water," offered Fili as he pulled out his water skin, "I figured since you used yours on the girl you might like some now."

"Thanks," said Kili. He drank from it greedily; he was very thirsty from his long run.

"No problem," Fili said, "that braid suits you."

"She is still a child," Kili said with a half smirk at the teasing tone in his brother's voice.

"Doesn't matter, the exchange had a witness. I'll be sure to inform Thorin of the new Lady Durin at once."

Kili jokingly threw the water skin back to his brother. The two laughed at the joke that was running between them. The tone grew suddenly serious though as Fili broke the laughter, "she'll do well."

"As a Lady Durin," Kili asked, choking slightly on air.

"No little brother," Fili said with a smile, "I doubt little Sorcha could do wrong for herself if she tries to make a life in The Blue Mountains. Although I think she would also do very well as a Lady Durin."

"We'll she as she grows," Kili said looking down at the she-dwarf.

"She has you nailed," Fili smiled, "was it the charm?"

Kili fingered the charm at the end of the braid. The person that crafted it had been skilled, for the tiny charm was a detailed arrow. Kili didn't know why Sorcha would have had an arrow as a charm, but she had, and now it was his. "I don't know," Kili said truthfully, not taking his eyes off the charm at the end of the braid.

"Hmm, well I pick you for first watch," Fili said before he stood up, "now I have to go find a good place to sleep."

Kili rolled his eyes, "I had first watch last night."

"Aye, but this is a different day, and so you have first watch again," Fili winked at his brother, "no arguing it's already been decided."

Kili simply shook his head at his brother, but gave little further protest. For Kili found his attention could hardly be taken from the charm for a long period of time. He knew the braid would be seen as more than a symbol of friendship to the other dwarves, but something in him told him that it didn't matter. He knew that even if he had to take the braid from his hair he would keep the charm close.

Kili removed the thought of removing in the charm when Sorcha moved a little in her sleep. He knew that he could worry about that some other time, for now though he just relished in the fact that their company's light was safe, Sorcha was safe.

Okay so that is the first chapter to the story. I'm guilty of being a really bad pre-reader, but if there is any mistakes please let me know and I'll fix them as soon as I can. Drop me a comment letting me know what you think, I would really appreciate it! ^ ^