Narfëa the Firespirit
Prologue
Horribly unnatural and unbearable pain drove another scream from the exhausted body. Noise and restless voices could be heard everywhere, but she was so deep in her pain-hell that she was not aware of them. Was this how she was going to die? Was this her last moment? If that was the case, then there were a few things she would like to get of off her chest. It was all Thorin's fault.
It was his fault that she was here ... no if it were to be true, then it was Gandalf's fault, it was he who had persuaded her to go on the suicide raid of an adventure.
No, if one were to go back it was actually Smaug's fault, he had chased the dwarfs out of Erebor, and had he not done so then she would never have been visited and persuaded to take on the mind weak adventure. But to go so far back, then it would indeed be Thrain's fault, it was he who had the gold fever and desired all sorts of treasures.
But Thrain was dead, only his grandson was alive yet, and since he was the only one then it is his fault, she agreed with herself before another painful scream tore from her thoughts. How did she end up there? ... Well .. it all started with a wizard.