I remember the first time I laid eyes on him. He was a vision for everyone, and although I don't like following the sheep, I could not help but notice him too, but unlike everyone else, I observe every little detail, but did not fall for him.
Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, of the line of Durin, was by far, or at least how far girls from Erebor imagined, the most handsome man in Middle Earth. Although I cannot say the same, I couldn't even say he was the handsomest man in Erebor, but the aura of prince did leave it's mark, maybe it was the manner, so characteristic of royalty, in which he walked, or perhaps his entitled attitude, that others seemed to regard as confident. The only certainty I had at the moment was that, unless you were royalty he would never notice you. The magical ring I had taken from my stepfather was turning my finger into shades of white colors, as if it was losing his blood function and I needed what I came for.
I cannot say I came to Erebor for the purpose of meeting anyone else aside from Bizar Zirak, renowned crafter, to whom my stepfather had already paid a pricy necklace I needed to obtain. Walking with a ring on your finger call for unwanted attention and a strong mithril necklace, enlaced with gold was a perfect solution.
I left home before my stepfather died, he had other children, men who would claim his birthright and I was a lonely child whose mother was dead long ago. I knew my coins wouldn't last forever, but my stepfather said I needed not to worry about finding what I needed, in a way, things would come to me, but I should be wary with desires, dark forces that bring you desires also conjure many misfortunes.
As soon as I got my necklace I would leave, but master Zirak took his time. In the meantime I found out through people in Dale that the great halls of Erebor were opened to feasting and songs every night, for the dwarves rejoiced in their fortune and had plenty to share with their people. Where else would a homeless traveller, as I am, go if not where the feast needed not to be paid with the few coins I possessed. Little did I knew that travelling the path to the festive halls of Erebor would change so much in my life and those I would encounter.