Raessa Oakenshield

Chapter one, March 15th 2941 Bree, the prancing pony:

Raessa wiped a rag across the freshly glossed wood of the bar, she sighed internally as another drunkard approached the bar, or more specifically her. She was sick of the stares and whispers because of race and to put it blunt her body. Still she served the man with kindness and her usual charming smile. She was sick of having to work as lowly barmaid barley scarping by on coppers earned by long days of tiring work. Her lineage was of Nobel descent from the golden walls of Erebor. She could faintly remember memories of her home there; it was there she lost her parents, her family, because of the accursed dragon, smaug. A small tear rolled down her cheek as she lamented on the past. She was about 23 when the dragon attacked, a young child in dwarf's eyes.
She was snapped out of thought when an elderly chap clad in grey pilgrim clothes came through the door, with fresh dew tricking down his sodden face. His head was adorned with an odd shaped grey hat and his beard reached his belly, she also noted that he had a staff in his right hand.
She could only guess that he was indeed the wandering wizard she had heard about so much.
The inn keeper greeted the elderly chap amicably, and ushered him to the bar.
Raessa stood on her crate at the bar and served him.
"Good evening sir, what drink do you want?" she asked giving him a genuine smile.
Gandalf raised his eyebrow at her and flashed his own smile back at her.
"Wine please" he replied
Raessa poured the silky crimson liquid into a glass goblet, and carefully gave it to the elderly man.
The inn door swung open once again a small man dressed in a sky blue cloak with silver tassel entered the bar. Judging by his height she would say this man was a dwarf, finally it's been some time since she had seen her kin. And like Gandalf this Dwarrow was wet with rain.
"Excuse me sir" she said the wizard before hopping off her crate and got out of the bar.
She then approached the dwarf who was loitering near the door way.
She was very close when she let out an involuntary gasp when she saw very familiar locks of raven hair. He turned around when he heard someone behind him and he too felt his breath hitch.
"Th-Thorin?" she said shakily.
"Rae-"said before the Dwarrowdam lunged into his burly arms.
Thorin laughed for the first time in what feels like a century, he returned the embrace and nestled his nose into her brown hair and inhaled her intoxicating scent of honey and ale.
Thorin hesitantly broke away from the embrace and stared into her golden hazel eyes.
"All these years, and you've been here" He said
"and 45 years later you get grey hairs" she jested
Thorin gave her a look of mock sadness before letting out a hearty laugh.
"Come, let me see you to a table" She said gesturing him into the crowded mass of drunken people and tables. She led Thorin to a booth near a window, and gave him a small kiss on his forehead.
"I'll be back soon with your ale and food" She said and kissed her finger tips and pressed it upon Thorins lips. She then winked at him haughtily and walked off towards the bar, making sure she swayed her hips slightly as she walked. However, when she neared the bar she felt someone slap her on the butt, she turned around the see a man, possibly in his mid-thirties smiling drunkenly at her with his hand on her plump buttocks.
"Get your hand off me" She demanded
"Calm *Hiccup* down sweetheart" he said then grabbing her wrist and swinging her upon his lap.
Raessa then pushed away and slammed him into the ground. Throin upon seeing this commotion seethed in rage and stormed over to the man and dragged him to his feet by the scruff of his neck.
"Leave." He said in a booming voice that'd frighten even the toughest man in the bar.
Throin the let go of the man and let him drop to his knees before scurrying away.
Thorin turned to Raessa and placed one of his large calloused hands on her rosy cheeks.
"Are you alright" Thorin asked
"Mahal Thorin, I'm not a baby there's no need for you to gush about me. I get this sort of stuff from the men all the time" she said taking his hand off her cheek.
Thorin just gave her a look of pure shock his mouth slightly agape.
Raessa just threw him an I'm fine look, and went back to the bar the resume her shift hoping the landlord didn't see what just occurred. She warily watched Thorin go back to his seat his eyes never leaving hers. She then saw the wizard leave the bar and head over to Thorin.
Raessa filled up a tankard with a honey coloured liquid and got food from the bars kitchens.
She carefully balanced everything on a tray and headed over to Thorin and placed it the meal and drink before him. He nodded him head in thanks and gave her a smile.
She then smiled in return before going back to the bar. Raessa watched Thorin and the man whom she deemed was called Gandlaf. After what seemed to be a heated chat, the elderly man left the bar. Raessa's curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to go to Thorin and ask what all that was about. She sat down next to him, and gently placed her hand on his knee and placed her head on his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent. Thorin shifted his head and gazed down at her, his piercing icy blue eyes burned into her hazel ones. They stayed there in a comfortable silence for a long time, enjoying each other's embrace. Until Rae, finally said something.
"What did the wizard want?" she whispered
"He wanted me to reclaim Erebor" Thorin replied.