Hey-O! Welcome one and all to my new Hobbit fanfic! This is a fic I've been thinking about almost all weekend after I saw all three Hobbit movies from start to finish for the first time. I own nothing!
Thorin stood by Thror's throne as he watched his grandfather greet the visitors into Erebor. People from Dale had come bearing gifts to the king of the Dwarves in the city, honoring his status for the thriving city. The Dwarves were expecting company from Moria and from the Iron Hills later on.
"Thorin, show some more interest", Thrain mumbled as he saw his son's eye wander.
Thror looked at his grandson and patted his arm. Ever since Thorin could remember, he had been told of an arranged marriage between him and a female Dwarf. Always, even as a child, he was less than thrilled. He had gone through childhood, not liking girls, and now as an adult, he still avoided the women. It was always heard that female Dwarves were so alike in voice and appearance, that they were often mistaken for male Dwarves.
"What is her name again?" Thorin asked.
"Clill", Thrain answered. "She's coming from Moria. I understand she's Balin's wee lass, all grown up now."
"Why exactly does she and I have to marry?" he sighed.
"Thorin", Thror said looking at him. "You are a prince of Erebor. Clill is the heiress to Moria. A marriage between the two of you, will not only unite the Dwarven cities, but will name you the next lord of Moria after Fundin and Balin."
Thorin sighed unsatisfied. He could already see it now. A short female Dwarf, as heavy as they come, a large nose to match Balin's, facial hair perhaps…Thorin couldn't help but shudder at the idea.
"My lords, Thror, Thrain, and Thorin."
The three Dwarves looked at the messenger who stood before the throne of the king.
"The Dwarves of Moria have arrived", he said.
"Send them in!" Thror said with a smile.
Thorin gave a deep sigh. So the time had come to meet his long awaited bride. He watched as the company of Moria passed through the open gates. In came Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Gloin, and one hooded figure Thorin assumed to be Clill.
"Balin!" Thror smiled as he stood up from his throne.
"Thror", Balin returned the smile. "It's been far too long. Thrain, Thorin."
The two Dwarves nodded their hellos, Thorin's eyes never leaving Clill's hooded figure. Balin and Thror hugged each other with smiles before the bearded Dwarf turned to her.
"May I present my only child and daughter, Clill."
Thorin's eyes widened as he breathed sharply. The female Dwarf pulled back her hood, giving the Dwarves of Erebor their first look at her. Thorin beheld a sight of beauty he definitely did not expect to see from a Dwarf. Clill had a smaller, thinner face than most Dwarves. Wavy, golden hair, down to her waist, a rarity in their kind. Cold, grey eyes, yet another rarity. Her face was pale, mostly from living inside the mines, with practically no sunlight at all. Her lips were as red as a ruby.
"My lords", she bowed.
"Lady Clill", Thror took her hand into his. "You are most welcome. I know you will love your new home, here in Erebor. This is your husband-to-be, my grandson, Thorin, prince of Erebor."
Clill turned her gaze toward Thorin, their eyes finally meeting.
A little short, I know. But how do you like it so far?