A/N

Hey guys, it's me again. Like I said, I'm working on a new story, requested by Mystique999.

I do not own any character from the Hobbit, exept my oc's. Since Tolkien had used Norse names for the dwarves, I too will use Norse names.

Anyway, here is the prologue.

Raining Memories

Her long, thick auburn hair moves gently as the wind is playing with it. The soft fabric of her emerald-green dress moves gently in the wind as well as the female is sitting in the grass. Her bright blue eyes, the brightest he has ever seen. Her name, Gefn.

Thorin watches as the young female is looking over the plain. Her eyes sparkle as they enjoy the view. Not that he can complain about his view either. The young dwarf has had his eyes set on her for a a long time now. Years he has watched her, knowing she will never be his. As he watches her, he remembers the day he had first seen her in a new light.

Gefn had returned back to Erebor after having been with her kin in Ered Luin. In those five years her body had transformed. She had been eighteen back then, and blessed with the body of a grown dwarrowdam. And as all the ladies of the court, her dress was made to show of her feminine forms. Showing enough cleavage to reveal her full breasts – with him being male in his early youth, how could he not notice that? – and her wide hips, perfect for child-baring.

But it would not be his child she would bare once she became of age, for she had been promised to another. She always had been, but Thorin had never cared about that particular braid in her hair. Not until then. Since that day he had wished it had been him she had been promised to even before birth. But alas, it had not been him. She had been promised to Vigr, eldest son of Vigo. A fine and noble dwarf.

His eyes lower down to the swell of her belly. Though it is still some time before she will bare her first child - Vigr's child -, her belly is already showing and Thorin feels a wave of jealousy overcome him. Even after ninety years, Thorin still has feelings for the female. Not one female can give him the same warm feeling with just a laugh, though many have tried.

'I can feel? Fíli can feel?'

Thorin looks at his nephew a gentle smile on his face. The three year old lad has placed his small hands on Gefn's belly, a serious look on his face. Then the boy laughs as he feels the babe move. He places his head on her belly as well, screeching in joy as he gets another kick from the babe.

'Careful, sweetheart,' Dís says as she tries to capture her son.

But the boy is too fast and quickly runs away. He spots his uncle and quickly makes his way over to him, hiding behind his leg. Being only three years of age, Fíli strongly believes no one can see him as long as he can't see them. So the blond lad places his small finger to his lips, whispering to Thorin he is hiding.

'Oh, then I better not tell your mother,' Thorin plays along and the three year old smiles brightly at him.

'Oh dear, I do believe Fíli is gone,' Gefn says as she looks anywhere but at the boy. 'Thorin have you seen the lad?'

'No, I think I have not.'

'Whatever should we do?' Dís says with a smile as she sneaks over to her boy. 'My dearest son is gone... Gotcha!'

Fíli screeches in joy as his mother picks him up, tickling him. Thorin smiles as well. He enjoys these little moments in life. After the dragon had taken over Erebor, things have gotten down-hill for them. For years they had to roam, until his grandfather had settled down in Ered Luin. And when Thrain, Thorin's father, had suddenly disappeared, Thorin had taken over leadership of their settlement. So to hear his little nephew laughing is a nice change and it had been the most beautiful sound Thorin had ever heard, Fíli's first laugh.

'I do hope it will be a girl,' Dís says as she puts her son back in her lap. 'Then maybe she can teach this boy some manners.'

'Then I hope it will be a boy,' Gefn laughs as she places a hand on her abdomen. 'For Fíli's sake. Because if it's a girl, and she takes after me, then she will drive the poor lad mad.'

The two friends laugh as Fíli tries to sneak off again, a smirk on his face. The two off them had planned to join their houses after Gefn found out she's with child. It had been their oath since their youth, having grown up as close as sisters.

Thorin smiles again. For now things are good. Everyone he cares about is save here within his sight and for the next few days he has nowhere to be. As Fíli charges at him with his small wooden sword, Thorin wastes no time and plays with the young lad. Even pretending to die as Fíli stabs him, earning a yell of victory from him.

Yes, for now, everything is well.

But like always good things must come to an end.

One day Gefn had joined some dwarves to go to the market in a village of men. It would be her last for a long time, for the journey would be too burdensome for her pregnancy. But somewhere along their three-day journey they were amused by orcs and that had been the last Thorin had seen of her. She had not returned with the survivors and neither was she with the fallen ones.

The wind is howling outside and Thorin looks at the grey sky in sadness. Three months have passed since the disappearance of Gefn. Three long months already. Her babe would have come any moment now, if she is still alive, though Thorin has lost his hope. He has not spoken to Vigr since her disappearance, nor does he wishes to. Thorin just can not face the dwarf yet.

The sky flashes, followed by the rolling thunder. It is starting to rain and as it falls on Thorin, he can't help but to think about Gefn. She always liked rain. When she was still a dwarfling she would always run outside whenever it was raining. Dís Frerin and Thorin would always laugh at her when the female was dancing in the rain, but she never did care. She just loved to feel the rain on her skin.

And when Gefn had found out she was with child, she had quickly calculated it would have been born during fall. Her favourite season, for that is when the most rain falls. She had smiled brightly, telling Dís she hoped it would come on a rainy day. Mahal could not have blessed her more.

Thorin puts on his coat and walks outside. Today had been his last day in the village of men for work and why linger any longer than necessary? So Thorin walks through the rain. It's not too far from Ered Luin so the weather doesn't bother him. Not even when it starts to come down hard. People all around him quickly run inside, but Thorin doesn't care. He doesn't need to worry about staying dry.

Sure, Dís will scowl at him, and Frerin would have too. But his brother will never scowl at him anymore. For he has passed away too young.

And yet another sad thought enters the dwarfprince's head. Somehow sad thoughts always enter his mind whenever the sky turns grey. He just can't help it. Maybe it's the combination of his past and the sad colour. Or maybe it reminds him about Gefn too much and being alone lets his thoughts wander freely. But whatever it is, he never can hide from those feelings.

As Thorin keeps on walking, he looks up at the sky. The raindrops fall on his face, but he doesn't care. He thinks about Erebor and how everything once had been. The golden light that filled the halls. The sounds of gossiping of the ladies of the court. The laughing of Dís and Gefn and Frerin and he would spar together. Maybe he could drown in the rain? Just so he could return back to those days. Thorin will give anything for that.

As the night is falling, the sky is still grey and the rain is still pouring down. Thorin is soaken wet by now, but still he doesn't care. He doesn't even feel the chilly wind as he enters Thorin's Halls in Ered Luin. Somehow a walk in the rain always makes him feel better.

Sure, it always starts out sad with sad memories. But after a while they always seem to be washed away with the rain and Thorin feels anew. As he walks through the hall he is greeted by Fíli jumping in his arms.

'Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin,' the lad yells enthusiastically.

As Thorin looks at his nephew he knows he will be alright. Someday everything will be back to how it was. He just knows it.

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So... What do you think? Is it worth another chapter? Just let me know!