AN: So, I know this is really short, but it's only a prologue. I will write and post more chapters as often as I can. Please review!
I didn't want to believe it. I fell in love with a dwarf. It goes against everything I've ever known, but I'm finding that I don't really care. Kili is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. He says that I saved his life, but he really saved mine. We saved each other. Every morning I wake up to his smiling face, and I know why I'm alive. After I saved him in Bard's house, he wanted to go to the Lonely Mountain and help Thorin. Bofur and I had to stop him. He needed to rest. But in the end, he got what he wanted. When Smaug came and destroyed the town, we all barely escaped with our lives. We hid in the forest on the edge of the lake until Bard shot the dragon with the black arrow, and then we made for the mountain. We got there only just before my people, the elves, and the people of Lake-town. In the Battle of Five Armies, Kili and Fili almost died defending Thorin. I saved them, but Thorin still died. Everyone parted with him as friends, even Bilbo and I. All of the dwarves stayed in the mountain with Fili, who ruled well as King under the mountain. Well, everyone except Kili. We live, well, wherever we can. We're still working it out. I abandoned my home and he abandoned his, and now we're wandering through Middle-earth, trying to find a home we can share.
