Ok. First, I have not abandoned Son's of Dis. I have started the next part of the story. I have actually thought about calling it complete and starting a new story for the next part, but I am not sure yet. I have a hard time ending stories, I have learned. To Be Left Behind is going to be taken down and redone. I was only a few chapters in, but I have a new direction for it. Just because I haven't worked on something, doesn't mean I have abandoned it.

Now, with this story, I have taken some creative license. Dwarrowdam's have no beard's. Sometimes I write that they do, sometimes I don't. In this story, they don't. There are no one's. I know that is popular, but you won't find that here. Dwarves are very faithful though. My mythology states that who you marry, you are married to in this life and the afterlife. While arranged marriages are not really a thing for them, their time living among Men and lower population has driven them to condone it. Fili is a bit oc at first, but there is a reason. Anything else you may notice that doesn't fit with Tolkien, it's all mine. This is a short chapter, but most will be fairly long. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, or any Tolkien work. I don't really own much to anything to be honest. My laptop, I own my laptop.

Brenna ran down the corridor, tears streaming down her face. How could her father do this to her? It was supposed to be her choice. She turned the corner, and in her distress, was unable to avoid colliding with the person coming the opposite direction. She heard a grunt and felt arms wrap around her as they both tumbled to the floor. It took her only a few seconds to realize what happened.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" she cried.

"No, no, it was my fault. Are you alright?" asked the dwarrow.

"I'm fine, and it was my fault. I should have been paying attention."

"Forgive me, my lady, but I do not believe you are 'fine'. I do believe, however, that we should remove ourselves from the floor."

"Oh! Yes. I am so sorry." Brenna tried to get control of herself as they both got to their feet. She gasped when she looked up and saw who it was she had ran into. "Forgive me, my Prince. I didn't mean to…."

"It's not your fault. It seems we were both too distracted to notice the other," said Prince Kili

They stood in silence for a few moments, both feeling a bit awkward at what had happened. Brenna continued to sniffle and she tried to get a handle on her emotions. The prince cleared his throat and broke the silence.

"My lady, you are clearly in distress. What has happened that would send a dam from her home at this time of night?"

"I thank you for your concern, my lord, but I fear there is nothing you could do for me."

"You never know. I've been known to come up with some interesting, yet useable ideas. It would be nice not to have to think of my own issues for a few moments."

She gave him a small smile. "Having problems yourself, my lord?"

"Yes, and it is Kili, please. And you are…."

"I am Brenna, daughter of Braug."

"The scribe?"

"Yes."

"Well then Brenna," he said, as he led her to one of the benches lining the walls, "what is the matter?"

Brenna took a calming breath before beginning. "My father wishes for me to marry."

"Well, that's not so bad."

"It wouldn't be, if he were merely expressing his desire for me to find a husband. He has someone in particular in mind, and he says he will not condone me marrying any other. He has already drawn up the betrothal contract. All it needs now is for my signature."

The prince's response surprised and angered her.

"You've got to be joking," he snorted.