Hello, I don't know what to say. Enjoy my Thorin x OC cause I love Thorin and you must love Thorin cause otherwise you wouldn't be reading this. Based on the movie. The prologue is set shortly after Smaug has taken Erebor and the rest is after the battle of five armies...

The Truth

Prologue

Thorin P.O.V

I sit staring at my hands. I try to think about something other than the events that have just happened. Maybe I shouldn't look at my hands, they are evidence of the loss of my homeland, for they are covered in ashes. Instead I put my head in my hands and stare at the grass. It doesn't help, I smell of fire, dragon fire. I sigh a long deep sigh, we need to get to shelter. Not the elves of Greenwood, they betrayed us. I stand up and walk over to my father and grandfather, neither of them are in a fit state to rule. I stand behind them, I must be the one to lead our people to safety.

I shout out, "We cannot sit here mourning whilst that worm sits in our home, with our gold, with our dead. Smaug wants us to submit to defeat. We will not surrender to that slug. We will go to Moria, make our home there until we are ready to claim our homeland." Nobody seems to be listening to me. I see Balin and Dwalin, sons of Fundin, sitting together trying to comfort one another. I stride over them and say to them, "my friends, stand with me," I offer them my hands, "we cannot let the worm take our home, we must fight," Neither take my hands so turn around and yell in dwarvish, "Ammâ khiduyothur inshirabi," over and over. Some dwarves begin chanting with me and soon almost every dwarf is chanting my words. My father and grandfather, even though we have just lost our home, proudly smile at me, for I have just rekindled the hope of our people.

I walk with my younger sister Dis at the front of the long trail of dwarves going to the Iron Hills. Dain said he'd let us stay until we are ready to go to Moria. Dis is pregnant with her first child, next in line to the throne after me unless I do have any children of my own or it is female. She says that if it is a boy, then she will call him Fili and she hasn't decided a girls name yet. We walk quietly, for we are both still shocked by the loss of Erebor. I suddenly see a woven bag hanging in a tree. The bag is squirming, there is a person inside. I run over to the tree and untie the rope. The bag lands with an thump and suddenly I'm pinned to the tree by a brown haired elf. She relaxes and then asks me, "who are you?"

"Thorin son of Thrain, and you?"

"No idea, I just woke up in this bag and then I met you..."

Dwarvish:

Ammâ khiduyothur inshirabi: We still stand

These translations should be correct as I have a Khuzdul dictionary but if not then, meh.

I've just seen the Battle of Five Armies and it was AMAZING! I went to see it fully dressed in LOTR (can I just say LOTR instead of LOTR and the Hobbit?) stuff. I was wearing my map of middle earth leggings and my far over the misty mountains cold hoodie and I had my one ring replica in my pocket. I almost cried when Thorin died, I might be going to see it again so I might actually cry. Thorin, I love you...