AN: Hello, this is my first fanfiction so please be nice. :) I am currently reading the lord of the rings, and have read the hobbit. I noticed that ever since the movie, their have been lots of kili and OC pairings. What about fili?! I thought he deserved a girl! So lets begin our story...
Our story begins with a girl. She is very young for a dwarve, but very old for a man. While she looks about the age of twenty three, she is sixty four. Now dont let age fool you. She is young at heart, and tends to make rash decisions. This specific dwarve is named Serina. She has been described as beautiful. Her icy blue eyes are fool of lust, and her natrually tan skin seems to be smooth without a single blemish. Black hair drapes down and frames her face, with a few loose curls here and their. Most dwarve men think of her as too beautiful for them to catch her eye. She is a slightly husky girl, but with nice curves all the same. Her life was boring to her, and she didnt expect her to ever leave the mountain her whole life, until she heard of Thorins quest to reclaim Erebor. She has been trained with a sword, and can shoot an arrow on the bullseye most of the time. She knew he would let her tag along.
She had always been a strong, coragious girl, Sometimes she was called stubborn as well. Knowing she would be able to take care of herself, she left the mountain, in search of thirteen certain dwarves. After traveling for almost five days, she had no luck in finding the dwarves, and was low on food and water. After another three days she was about to give up, thinking she would starve. Just when she was about to lie next to a tree and close her eyes for the last time, she saw a small group of dwarves walking up a hill. Her brain regestured that they, being of her kin, would help her. Using her lst ounce of energy, she sprinted up the hill, and grabbed the shoulder of the dwarve at the back of the group.
"Please! Help me!" she gasped, out of breath. She was dirty and in need of a bath. She probably looked like a bibolar hobbit.
"My lady, are you alright? You look as if you havent eaten in days, or slept at that." a dwarve with chocalate brown hair and mathing eyes asked her. He didnt have a long burly beard like most dwarve men, but some small stuble. Serina quickly realized that what she thought was a group, was only two men. They looked about her age.
"Why, your quite right my brother! Maybe we should take her with us up to the dinner?" the second one looked concerned. The fact that they where brothers suprised her. This one had blond hair with two braids on each side of his head, and two more in his very short beard. He was good looking to be honest.
"Yes! I have no more food, and need a place to stay. Please, help me, i beg of you!" Serina hated the fact that she had to beg, but what choice did she have?
"Well, do you think Thorin would be alright with her coming with us to the meeting?" asked the dwarve with chocalate brown hair.
"Even if he does, what choice do we have?" the blond one stared at the brown haired one in deep thought. They both shrugged and the blond put his hand out in front of him.
"My lady, if you would please accompony us both to dinner tonight?" he winked and she placed her hand in his.
"Yes, please." Serina nodded and meakly walked beside them up the rest of the hill, until they arrived at a farley large hole in the ground. It was painted an emerald green. The brown haired dwarve pounded his calloused fist on the painted oak. Shortly after, a small hobbit with big hairy feet answered the door, and boy was he angry! But, before he could object the hree dwarves where entering his home, dumping their swords and bags in his arms, and wiping their boots on his mantle piece. To be honest, Serina felt bad for the poor little thing.
When Serina entered the dining room with the two strangers who had invited her over, she saw two more dwarves bonking heads and laughing. The hobbit looked disgusted, while the blond and brunnette brothers laughed and greeted the fellow dwarves. Serina laughed and sat herself at the table.
"Why who is this lovley thing our Fili and Kili have brought home?" the bald dwarve cocked his eyebrow at Serina.
"My name is Serina Alonay. I was traveling, and got lost. These gentlemen invited me to a lovley dinner. Speaking of which, may I have something to eat? I havnt eaten in days, now that I think about it..." Serinas stomach growled.
"Why, please, have my roll." An old dwarve with grey hair handed her a buttery roll, and she took it graciously, nodding her thanks.
"If you dont mind me asking, I would like to know all of your names?" Serina inquired.
"Balin, at your service." The old dwarve smiled and bowed.
"Dwalin, Pleasure to meet you." the bald one shook her hand.
"Kili, son of Dis, second heir to Durin, at your service." The brown haired young dwarve bowed.
"Fili, son of Dis, first heir to Durin, i am at your service..." Fili bowed and grabbed Serinas hand, placing a gentle kiss. Serina blushed madly, and fili walked away. Soon Bilbo, the hobbit she soon learned, had a house full of dwarves, all throwing food, and throwing plates. When Bilbo protested that they would scratch his butter knives, they all broke into song.
Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
Thats what Bilbo Baggins hates-
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Cut the clothe and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry door!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you've finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
Thats what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So, carefully! Carefully with the plates!
Just when the song ended, their was a knock on the door. The room went silient, and Bilbo rushed to see who had come now. About five minutes later, a dwarve walked in, full of pride. His long black hair reached his mid back with only a few grey streaks, probably from stress. Hid beard matched his hair but wasnt very long. Unlike Kili, he had two braids trailing down from his side-burns. The room stayed silient for a few seconds, and then it erupted in a raor of cheering and laughter.
Serina thought the dwarve would not speak to her at all, when he approached her, with a concerned look on his face.
"Why who is this young lady? Last time I checked, this meeting was for the company i am taking with me to reclaim Erebor." as he said this, Serinas eyes widened. She then realized that she had found who she was looking for. Thorin Oakenshield.
"My name is Serina Alonay, and I am here to request to be apart of your company." serina stared determined at Thorin, not taking no for an answer.
"And why would we want a dwarven woman with us?" he glared.
"I am able to take care of myself. I have been trained with a sword and bow. I would be able to help you in reclaiming Erebor."
"You say you are trained with a sword and bow, but have you ever killed?"
"I know when to spare a life, and when to take one." Serina replied and the room went quiet.
"I beleive we have found another member of our company..." Thorin smiled, "Balin! Get the papers!"
AN: Hey guys! Sowhat did you think!? Please review! I will be updating hopefully every two days! Of caorse I will notify you if it will be longer. Please review!