Clill laid beside Thorin with her arm wrapped around his body as they laid in the wilderness. 60 years had passed since the loss of Erebor and their daughter, Sidda. 60 years within exile from their own home and childless. Both Clill and Thorin agreed they would not have any more children until they had a suitable home good enough to raise a child. Although Thorin took his people to the Blue Mountains, he did not find that a place good enough for a child.

Thror and Balin lead an army of Dwarves to try and take back Moria. Even that turned out to be a failure with the death of the king and the disappearance of Thrain. Thorin refused to believe his father was dead without proof and continued to look for him.

Now here they were on the road to Bree, the last place Thrain was supposedly seen.

A boom of thunder echoed through the air, making Clill jump awake. Thorin rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"What is it?" Thorin asked.

A flash of lightning lit up the sky as the first drop of rain fell onto his forehead. Clill sighed and pulled the hood of her cape over, covering herself as best as she could. Thorin pulled his hood over and got up to his feet.

"We'd better keep moving", he said helping his wife up. "How are your hands?"

Clill looked down at her hands she kept covered with gloves. The fire left them scarred, a reminder to her about how she lost her baby girl. She kept silent and looked at the gem necklace Thorin kept wrapped around his wrist.

"I don't want to talk about it", she sighed.

Thorin looked at her worried and sighed as he walked with her through the rain on their way to Bree. The rain continued to pour down, reducing the roads to nothing but slippery mud by the time they reached the small town filled with Men and Hobbits alike.

"Thorin, do you think we can rest for the rest of the night?" Clill asked.

He looked at her and looked up at the sign of the building in front of them. The Prancing Pony, a place known for its well hospitality.

"Very well", he said. "We'll rest here and look for my father in the morning."

The two Dwarves entered the pub seeing it filled with Men and Hobbits drinking and eating. Loud laughter filled the air. They dropped their baggage at the door looked for an empty table.

"Are you hungry?" Clill asked as they took a seat.

He nodded and paid the barmaid to bring them the only thing they could afford with the little money they had. A loaf of bread and cheese with a cup of beer. Thorin kept his sword close lit his pipe, trying to relax as much as possible. Although Bree seemed to be peaceful, he did not trust people he knew nothing about.

"Be on your guard", he whispered to Clill as they waited for the food.

She nodded and kept her mace underneath the table. The maid brought the plate of bread and cheese for them. Thorin took the bread and tore it into two pieces for him and Clill. As they ate, they noticed the people around them were watching them suspiciously.

Thorin grabbed his sword just in case they would attack. The last thing they expected was a tall elderly man with a long grey beard to sit with them.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

The two men who were watching Thorin and Clill turned away, leaving them in peace. The Dwarves looked at the man who smiled at them.

"Perhaps I should introduce myself", he said. "My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey."

"I know who you are", Thorin said.

"Well, this is a fine chance", Gandalf chuckled.