Hello lovies,

This is my new project with Thorin my dwarf love :). Sorry the frist chapter is short I want to see if there is interest in it at all, it will tell me how fast to update.

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Let me know what you think :)

Chp 1

The Lost People

Light poured into the hobbit hole as Bilbo sat at his desk with her leather book, which was eager to consume his stories for others to read. He knew it was time to tell Frodo of what happened all those years ago, it was time to tell the truth. Bilbo got the idea as he started to write after what happened with Erebor and the king under the mountain.

'Erebor was not the only kingdom to be affected by the ravenous Smaug...'

Far to the northwest of Erebor laid the Grey Mountains which resided close to the Mirkwoods. An ancient people had made these mountains their home. Those who lived within and near the mountains were, the Kirin-Kai. An old race from long ago the likes of which are not seen in the world today, many have forgotten them and mistaken them for dwarfs, and sometimes even halfings or exceptional short elves. All Kirin-Kai had longer ears, much like elves but they were also slightly larger to be able to pick up the slightest of sounds. Many of the women who were left had sun hair, in shades of blonde, and red with the occasional brown or black. Many had blue, green or brown eyes that matched the mountain side. Kirin-Kai people were no taller than dwarfs and live only 50 years longer, around 300 years if they lived an easy life. However life was rarely easy, and more often than not many died in battle. King Mindus ruled his people with strength and compassion; his children had followed in his steps and kept the people safe from Orcs and dragons that bred in the nearby Withered Heath. King Mindus was known by another name, the Dragon Killer. Before they made their home in the Grey Mountain he had to kill a nest of young dragonlings with their mother. Mindus was one of the few who was able to kill a dragon in his life time.

King Mindus had but one daughter, and many sons and it was a curse. His daughter Cena was as free as the northern mountain air and as grounded as one, no man could catch the wind. Only some of the Kirin-Kai knew a bit of magic, it was passed along through the generation without surface but every so often it came about. The first magic born in centuries was the king's daughter Cena. Her hair was like fire embers falling like rivers down to her waist with eyes of the loveliest of lavender flowers on a spring morning. She bore the marks of royalty upon her arms are tattoos that circled the upper portions of her arms and trailed down her arms. Her skin felt of the finest of silks soften and warmed by the sun, many men wanted her but none could touch her. Her brothers, of which there were 7, stars bless her mother, and were protective of their only sister and her knowing magic made her only more special. Those with magic in their blood kept the secret at heart and told no one but their closet family. Cena however, never liked to be waited on and cared for as a doll; she usually was at the heart of the fights with her brother's men against the Orcs that roamed the hill sides. Cena grandfather's generations ago about 10 generations before Cena's father, fought against Sauron. The long generations of their people had promised to look out for signs of evil trying to gain a foothold in the land again. Evil no matter how long it may have seemed to be destroyed, it always tries to find a way back. Especially since the true evil was never destroyed however it was forgotten with time along with the Kirin-Kai people.

The city of Niota rested alongside the Grey Mountains. It had been carved into the mountainside running down like a river of rocks in the mountain. Tall stone wall protected it from the outside while the mountain shielded it from attacks from behind. The people stood tall and strong in their home, statues of their greatest warriors lined the halls of the king's chamber. Some were men some were women, all had fought over the ages and died for the freedom of Middle Earth. The stone statues gave courage to all who looked upon them and reminded that the darkness of the world could be pushed back.

Cena was one of the few who traveled the halls during the day. Many were out in the wilds gathering food, finding precious gems within the mountain or making their way to Dale to trade for the finest of things. The journey to Dale was around the Mirkwoods and down south past the Lonely Mountain, it was a journey that Cena made many times in her life. Her mother had died years earlier from a wasting sickness and Cena after that became more like the wind, she was always traveling around. After she saw how deep her father had sunk in sorrow she made a promise that she wouldn't cause such pain to anyone. She had the love of her people and that was enough, her brothers had wives and children but Cena couldn't bring herself to marry. She was a prize that no one could catch, the wind in the mountain; she would always slip through their fingers.

She was packing for a trip the Dale, and her brother Olli was coming with her. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere without one of her brothers. It was a silly thing to her since she was going to see one of her friends, the prince and grandson of King Thror, Thorin. They had been friends for many years from her journey to Dale and his visits to Niota. Thorin never treated her as a doll like most men she meet and her father.

"You are rather excited aren't you sister" Olli said as he smiled and watched Cena dance around her room with excitement.

"Oh yes brother, so excited" she said with a smile and saw Olli standing there with a smug grin on his bearded face. Olli was one of the few Kirin-Kai people who grew a beard. "Why are you smiling like that dear brother, it worries me"

"Oh nothing" Olli said as Cena stopped dancing and looked with worry at him "I swear it is nothing to worry your pretty little fire head about it"

"I am watching you" Cena said as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the room leaving Olli to run after her. "Did you say goodbye to your wife?"

"Always" Olli said with a smile "Already did and she told me to watch you, since she thinks you will get into trouble….again"

"I do not" Cena said holding a smile back against her lips. "Get into that much trouble"

"Whatever you say sister" Olli said "I do however recall an incident with the young prince"

"Brother if you value certain things I would stop talking" Cena said with a glare to her brother.

"Come now sister we leave" Olli said as he picked up his sword that rested on Cena's bed and walked out of her room "Or we will never get there before the young princes birthday"

"I am coming" Cena said as she grabbed her bag and ran out after Olli.

The journey to Dale was a long journey, but fruitful journey. Cena loved the wilds and loved the scent of the forest and the mountains. It was a trip that had been taken many times, danger lurked everywhere but Cena wasn't without her brother. Her father never let her travel anywhere on her own, she hated and loved it. Cena just wanted to be treated like one of the men, but she was the delicate flower her father wished her to be. Her magic put her in grave danger and she understood that and hid it well, she never used it. The cost rarely outweighed the benefits of the magic. Steel had become her magic in battles and daggers were her shield.

"Look sister" Olli said as he pointed up ahead to Cena who was in front of two guards "Dale"

"It's looks so pretty in the morning sun" Cena said as she watch Dale sparkle.

"I should warn them you are here" Olli said with a hearty laugh and Cena just glared at her brother.

"I should warn them as well, with the amount of food that you devour I am surprised that you and the rest of my brothers didn't eat mother and father out of house and home" Cena said. "It's the most in common you all are to the dwarfs"

"And my dashing beard" Olli said.

"I know of those who had better beards brother" Cena said with a smile.

"And I know who graces your mind" Olli said rode forward towards Dale.