Okay, after reading story after story for the Hobbit, I finally decided to add one myself! So, here it is!

Frerin ran through the tunnels, as quickly and quietly as he could. The dark-haired dwarf scampered up the steps, around the gold-filled halls, and up above the throne hall. He gripped his bow and let out a chuckle as he saw Thror signal his guests in. He had no idea that Frerin was there! The eight-year-old dwarf took a deep breath, aimed, and breathed out…release! The arrow flew through the air, and landed straight on the floor, releasing a sticky, pink-colored goo onto the walkway.

Now, if Frerin had thought things through, he would have probably noticed some flaws in his self-proclaimed genius plan. One: because the guests were Thranduil and his most high-ranking elves, they could control their weight. This allowed them to, in a child's eyes, float over it. Two: being said elves, they naturally had very good eyesight. This means, Frerin was spotted before he ever had a chance to get away.

Not that it mattered. Thrain was there as well, and he knew exactly who fired the rigged arrow. Only one dwarf could aim a bow like that. Bowing to take his leave, he quickly marched around the hall. The jig was up.

Frerin bolted. He ran back past the golden halls, down the stairs, turned down the hall…and bumped straight into his older brother. "Thorin!"

The older dwarf was glaring daggers at him. "That's right. Now, how many times do I have to tell you…" Thorin's voice trailed off as he saw their father give a nod of approval, turn around, and head back to the hall. As soon as Thrain was out of sight, Thorin's stern gaze fell away. He nudged Frerin, who looked up and, seeing that his brother's stern frown had been replaced with a smile, started giggling.

"So? Did it work?"

"Well, kind of. The booby-trap did, but elves can fly! They didn't even touch it!" Frerin gave a small pout, earning a playful push from his brother. "You're ideas aren't very good, Thorin."

"Watch it, Frerin, or I'll tell mum about your little escapade. And she won't just let you go with me scolding you!"

"NO! Anything but that!"

So, what did you think? I know, it's really short, but this is just an intro of sorts. The next chapter should be longer. I just wanted to give them a little intro. For anyone who doesn't know, Frerin is part of Tolkien's continuity. He's the middle child of Thrain, younger than Thorin and older than Dis. And yes, I know Thorin is way OOC, but there is a reason for that. The reason why the Thorin we know is so serious is because of the losses he had when Smaug attacked Erebor and the war with the orcs at Moria. Since this is before that, I wanted to show how different he used to be. So, hope you enjoyed it, please read and review!