It has been a number of years since I last wrote a piece of fan fiction. So please bear with me as I climb back in the saddle. After watching DOS I had to spin a tale from the Dwarf women perspective because the gals with beards just don't get the justice that they deserve in both fiction and film. Enjoy my little romp through both book and movie as I try to "fill in" a few missing pieces of the Dwarf puzzle.

Note: This story may be bumped up to M later on due to violence/romantic onset. Also I do not hold any claim to Tolkien's works.


The songs of old and tales of battles long since fought are regaled in the great halls of the dwarven realms. Legends of kings and dead warriors of a past long remembered are reawakened in the minds and hearts of those who hear them. Yet often times, as it is with such things, the stories that are handed down do not quite tell the tales are they were. Heroes hailed for their courage and bravery overshadow the smaller acts of the ones who chose to remain quietly in the background. Such is the way of the storytelling as from a man's perspective.

Yet with such stories there is often a different side told beside the hearths and the looms of the womenfolk. They tell the tales in a different light whilst the hustle and bustle of daily life keeps them ever busy. These stories are woven into the fabric of the female mind as cleverly and tightly bound as a keen dwarvish master's knot. It is their history. Their past, present, and future passed down from one generation of women to another. It is through these stories that the women keep the memories of their mothers, their daughters, and their sisters alive, those that would have been long since lost to the mists of the passing ages.

The tale of the Quest to Reclaim Erebor and The Battle of the Five Armies is often told during the long dark months when the fierce bite of winter's breath takes hold of the night. While the men sit at council debating the possible threat of war and arguing over the worth of their wealth and craft, the women teach the younger generations by word and by stitch as deft fingers work clever needles through growing tapestries. Each thread is counted as each name is repeated until not a single mistake is made.

This is one such telling of that tale when Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain gathered to him a company of dwarves, a wizard, and a hobbit and set out to reclaim a lost kingdom from the fiery clutches of Smaug the Terrible. Yet in this version it is the unmentioned roles of dwarven women that are given a chance to come to life and tell their stories as they happened.

A Mother unwilling to remain behind became a Leader to which an entire kingdom looked to for guidance. An Outcast defied a King and set in motion the unity of the Seven Kingdoms of the Dwarves. These are the women who forged unlikely paths through the unshakeable bonds of love, loss, and motherhood. These are the women who drove Erebor out of the Dragon's shadow and toward the end of the Third Age of Middle Earth. These are the women who shall not be forgotten as long as the tapestries are still made to hear their words.

Never were there two women so at odds with the world around them and their roles within it.