In the days Erebor...
Six figures rode to Erebor. Four were on horses, one was on an elk stag, and the final was a large black wolf. The ones on the horses and elk stag were elves. But the one on the giant black wolf was a Starlyte. Her tunic was purposely torn off just above her belly button. Her skirt was torn just over her knees. Yet she wore no shoes. But she did not need Elvish robes to be elegant. Just her features alone did that for her. Lovely fair skin with only a hint of freckles on her cheeks and long locks that resembled rivers of onyx ebony. Her eyes were dark brown and her lips were black, but even though they were dark, he smile was not. She was happily on her way from the Greenwood. As much as she loved where her star fell, she was happy to leave, only taking her black wolf and a small fragment of her star laced in a silver Elvish anklet on her right ankle.
It had become very suffocating. Living in the castle with the Elven King was the worst part. She loved the Greenwood. Some of the Elves were nice. But the king was a little persuasive. He kept speaking of marriage. To him or his son, she did not know. But she did not want to marry someone she did not love.
As they grew closer to Erebor, Micah couldn't help the smile growing on her face. Once over the hill, she saw the mountain. And it was beautiful. From the Dwarven architecture to the natural surroundings. Every inch was a sight she would treasure. "Stay close, Micah." Thranduil said. "Dwarves are known for their greedy ways."
"And you speaking of my marrying into your house without my consent is not a show of greed?" She countered.
All four Elven guards that traveled with Thranduil snickered. It was no secret that the king wanted to have the young Starlyte married into his house. He made the preparations for it all, even had a dress made for her. The only problem was that the bride was never asked if she even wanted to marry. Even though she still lived in his kingdom, she considered him her worst enemy. At least now she had a choice to live elsewhere.
As they drew closer, Micah's grin grew. She was instantly in love with the mountain. Once the were at they gate, the horses and the elk stag were taken to the stables. But as they were about to take the wolf, the Starlyte waved them away. She then whispered in an ancient language and touched the wolf's forehead, creating a flash of light, making the wolf vanish. Once the light was gone, the only thing that remained of the wolf was its image on her right wrist.
They were then escorted to the throne. As they walked, Micah looked over the walkway and saw the rivers running with gold. She looked up and saw the throne. And at the top of it, the Arkenstone. She didn't know why, but the young Starlyte did not like it. It just made her feel dread. But as the group got closer, she saw something that made her smile. She saw the young Dwarf prince, Thorin.
Thorin stood next to his grandfather as the Elves approached. But there was someone else with them. A woman. She did not look Elvish. But she walked with such grace that could have easily been mistaken for one. The moment she looked at him, she smiled. And Thorin could not help but smile back. Such an odd looking woman. But she came in peace. He could not help but be suddenly attracted to her odd beauty. Maybe it was her wild attire or her dark lips that made the brightest smile he'd ever seen.
The Elves soon left, not happy about being denied the star gems. Thranduil had to drag Micah from inside. But she finally had it. "STOP!" Her voice bellowed. "I am not some object you can take everywhere with you! I refuse to return to your wretched kingdom!"
"Don't be absurd!" Thranduil countered. "You are to come back with me and that's final!"
"Last I saw, I was neither your child nor your bride! If I choose to stay, then I will!"
"Do you believe that the Dwarves will welcome you? Open their arms and embrace you as one of there own?"
"One will." A voice said. Turning to the doorway, they saw Thorin. "She is welcome to stay if she chooses."
Thranduil looked between the Starlyte and the Dwarf until, with a disgusted tone, he replied, "So be it." He then turned and left.
Micah turned to Thorin. "You didn't have to do that."
"It isn't right to force a woman." He replied. "I noticed you are not an Elf. What are you exactly?"
"A Starlyte." She answered.
"I had noticed you took a liking to Erebor. Would you allow me to give you a tour?" He held his arm up for her. Micah smiled and took his arm. Both then went back inside where he showed her everything.
The days turned to months that seemed to quickly pass as the prince and the Starlyte grew closer. Thorin would take her everywhere. Even deep within to mountain where the iron fashioners were. She saw on the floor scraps of iron. She picked up a smal piece and manipulated it in her hands. Earth being her element made this very enjoyable. Thorin watched in fascination as the iron scrap molded like clay in her hands. She soon made a general shape of a ring. Then he saw it was a six-sided ring. When she finished, she haded it to Thorin. It surprised him. No ever gave him a gift simply because they wanted to. He put it on his middle finger on his left hand. It fit perfectly. She simply smiled and they continued on.
Micah took Thorin outside to show him something she knew no one else could do. She lifted her wrist and whispered, "Time to wake up." Then there was flash of light, revealing a large black wolf. Thorin's first instinct was to reach for his sword. But he froze when he saw the wolf licking Micah's face. She giggled and hugged her wolf. "Baine, I want you to meet my friend." She made the beast turn to the Dwarf. "This is Thorin." Baine sniffed Thorin briefly before giving him a lick across his face. "She likes you." Micah giggle. Thorin chuckled and patted the wolf on its side.
High on the upper balcony, Thror, Thrain and Balin were watching the sight below. "She is definitely an interesting one." Thrain stated.
"Still, he seems happy." Balin said. "And he is at the right age."
Thror didn't know what to say about his grandson. On one hand, he was at the right age to finally choose his bride. But on the other hand, she wasn't a Dwarf. He would have to think about this if he wanted to see this through.
Micah's favorite thing about Erebor was the sunset. Every night, from her balcony, she'd watch the sunset. But one night, she wasn't alone. "So this is where you are at dusk." Thorin smirked as he approached her. Micah smiled at him.
"You can't see sunsets in the Greenwood." She sighed.
"I would have broght the sun to you." The Dwarf Prince said.
"How?"
"Any way I could find. Light should always shine upon your face."
Micah smirked. "If I didn't know any better, Thorin, I'd say you were attempting to flatter me."
"Can't a man express his love for a woman?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around the Starlyte's waist.
Micah froze. And Thorin noticed. He was fool. He said it far too soon. How could he be so stu-
In a quick flash, Micah had turned in his arms and pushed her lips to his. She didn't know any other way to say that she loved him in return. But by the sounds he was making as they kissed, she definitely made the right choice. And now, Micah had a new favorite thing in Erebor.
A week had passed since their first kiss. And at every chance he could find, Thorin would kiss Micah again. And again. And again. But one evening, he was summoned by his grandfather. Once in front of the king, he bowed.
"I'm very sure you know that you are at the age of choosing a bride." Thror explained. When Thorin nodded, he continued. "I have noticed your interest in Lady Micah. And it has been through absolute thought and consideration that I have decided..." He paused for moment until he said, "That she will make a lovely bride."
Thorin could not believe it. His grandfather gave his approval. "Thank you." He said. He held every ounce of his excitement in. When he was dismissed, he rushed to meet his soon-to-be bride. He burst through door and saw her standing at her balcony. She turned around and asked, "Thorin? What are you-" she never finished her question since Thorin pulled her into a fierce kiss. Momentarily shocked, Micah soon wrapped her arms around Thorin and kissed back with just as much fervor.
Pulling back, both were gasping for breath. When Thorin gained some of his composure, he smiled widely. "Marry me."
"What?"
"Marry me. I want to be your husband. And you to be my wife. I want us to grow old together and have children. I want you by my side, always." Thorin said.
Micah didn't know what to say to that. She had been close to marrying into Thranduil's house. But the fact that Thorin had asked first and that she loved him made her answer much easier and more meaningful. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed. She then pulled Thorin in for a kiss. She was so happy. She was going to marry the man she loved.
They were planning the wedding when it happened. When the winds picked up. It sounded like a hurricane. Outside on the balcony, Balin, Thorin and Micah were quick to search for the source. But Thorin already knew what it could have been. "Balin, sound the alarm! Call out the guards. Do it now!"
"What is it?" Balin asked
"Dragon." Was his answer. He then turned inside and shouted, "Dragon!"
Everyone inside started to panic. The Fire Drake from the North blew his fire to the Dwarves. Thorin pulled Balin and Micah behind one of the pillars and away from the fire. When it stopped, she pulled from Thorin to see what had happened. She ran and saw the Dragon lay waste to the City of Dale. She felt tears stinging her eyes as she witnessed the destruction. Thorin pulled her back inside.
All the Dwarves ran to the armory. It was all they could do. They didn't want to loose their home. Even Micah was prepared to defend it, much to Thorin's protests. But the Dragon proofed to be to great. So much death and destruction. Erebor was lost.
As Thorin helped get people out, he saw the Elves just over the hill. "Help us!" He screamed. But Thranduil just looked on.
Micah ran up to Thorin. "We have to seal him in!"
"How?"
Tears started falling from her eyes. Micah only knew one way to do it. She hugged Thorin and gave him one last kiss. "I love you, Thorin." She then ran straight toward the castle. Thorin tried to run and ztop her, but Thrain stopped him. Micah then ran inside the doorway and started chanting in the ancient tongues. Soon, a wall of stone rose up and sealed the doorway, with Micah still inside.
"No!" Shouted the young prince. He looked over and saw the Elves turn away. How could they do this? Thorin felt angry. The Elves turned their backs on him. He never forgave. And he never forgot.