A/N: Hello! This is my first Hobbit Fanfic! I hope you enjoy and please review!

Prologue

The sun rose over the mountain as the birds swooped and dived around it's peak. The city began to wake and the traders prepared their stalls for the inevitable rush of people the day always brought them. But not that day. Yes, it began as a normal, bright, sunny day, but it didn't last long. Nothing ever does when a dragon comes to visit.

I wasn't there that day. I wasn't around for another eighty four years. But I know all about it. I know what happened the day that Smaug took Erebor.

My parents were there. My father was stood with his old friends, Dwalin and Bofur. My mother was sat talking with her friend Dis. When Smaug attacked and the warning bell sounded, they both rushed to help in any way they could. My father tried to kill Smaug, nearly getting incinerated in the process, while my mother got Dis out of Erebor safely.

Dis was my mother's oldest, closest and most trusted friend, and vice versa. Dis was the granddaughter of the King under the mountain, Thror, the daughter of Thrain, and the sister of Thorin.

Thorin was, well, Thorin was Thorin. A majestic natural born leader if ever there was one. Cool, calm, collected and always in control, Thorin was not a dwarf to be messed with.

Eighty four years after Smaug took Erebor, and all the dwarves who had survived had been traveling around Middle Earth, my mother and father were blessed with two children. One was me, the other was my brother. We were twins, I was older than him by ten minutes though, a fact I never let him forget. His name was Daise and he looked just like my father, whereas, I looked like my mother.

When I was four, Dis had a son, his name was Fili. Fili was a brave dwarf, never letting anything get in his way, he had the determination that came with growing up with Thorin. I gained the same determination when I was eight.

My parents and brother had left Ered Luin to visit Lain, an old friend of my Fathers. I should have gone with them, but, after finding out that Fili wanted to learn how to use a sword, I decided to help Dwalin, going easy on Fili as he was only four. I received word from my family, saying they were on their way back from visiting Lain about five weeks after they had left. I was ecstatic to hear the news of their return, but I never got to celebrate it. Why? Because they never returned. They were ambushed, about two days ride from our settlement, by a pack of orcs. I was taken under Dis' wing, treated like her daughter, although I never felt like her daughter, I was my parents child, not hers. I will always be glad that I felt that way, if I hadn't, I wouldn't have felt the way I did about a certain young dwarf.

Exactly one year after my parents death, Dis had another child, another boy. This boy was Kili. Kili was, is, the kindest and funniest dwarf I've ever known. Of course, at only nine years old, I had no idea how much he would come to mean to me.

Fili and Kili were most definitely brothers, by looks alone, it would be hard to tell, what with Fili having light hair and blue eyes and Kili having dark hair and eyes to match. It was easy to see that, apart from appearances, Fili and Kili were the closest brothers you could find.

Kili was my best friend. We were always together, you couldn't find me without him or him without me. We got into so much trouble together, playing pranks on members of the higher dwarvern society, of course, that excluded Thorin and Dis. They found it amusing but if we had ever turned on them, well, let's just say, we didn't want to risk it. Fili sometimes helped us out with some of our more daring schemes but, he was almost always out training with Dwalin, learning how to use different dwarvic weapons.

Kili and I both trained together, trying to best each other was one of our favourite activities. I had been fighting for five years before Kili was born and had nine years experience before he started training but, he came from the Durin line so he learnt quickly, much faster than Fili ever had.

When I was 85, Thorin announced that he wanted to reclaim Erebor. He wanted volunteers to go with him and many dwarves thought him mad. A select few wanted to go, some of Thorin's closest friends, other dwarfs from Durin's line and a few others. I was one of the youngest dwarves interested, Fili, Kili and Gimli being younger than me. Fili and Kili were guaranteed a place but I was looked down on for considering going. Thorin didn't want me to go, 'I might get hurt' but, thanks to Kili saying he wouldn't go without me and Fili saying he wouldn't go without Kili and Thorin wanting them to go, I got to go with them to defeat Smaug.

I found out I could go last week. It's just under three months until we set out. I can't wait. There are thirteen dwarves going to Erebor besides me. Thorin, of course, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Balin, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur, Ori, Nori, Dori, Oin and Gloin, Gimli's father.

I am Ereli Mura and I am the fourteenth dwarf.