Hey there. this is my first hobbit fan-fic. Warning: will me rated M in later chapters. this is the prologue so it's pretty short. also this takes place is few days before the quest to Erebor.
important NOTE
AZALIA is pronouced like a-zay-lia
prologue
Azalia has grown up in the Blue Mountains as long as she was a little babe. Thorin had rescued Azalia's real mother from vicious mountain wolves. On her deathbed, Azalia's mother asked Thorin to take her daughter. Thorin had refused and told her to make someone else take care of her due to the fact she was half dwarf and half elven. She begged and pleaded to the lost prince. Her last words to Thorin Oakinsheild were
"Her name is Azalia." and then she forever closed her eyes
After a lot of thought, Thorin knew no one would take her. Even in his darkened heart, he took Azalia back to his home in the Blue Mountains. Dis, Thorin's sister gladly accepted Azalia into her home. Thorin's nephews Fili and Kili also accepted her eager for a new playmate.
As time flew by, Azalia blossomed into a beautiful flower. Azalia had the appearance of an elf; white luscious hair, a lean body, and her eyes were the darkest blue you could ever imagine. However Azalia took the height of a dwarf, only a few inches taller than Thorin. Azalia's personality was all but an elf's. She was stubborn, strong willed and had quite a temper, though Azalia was also loyal, caring, and selfless.
Thorin had grown to love her as his own daughter. He taught her how to wield a sword and an axe. Azalia had wanted to use a Bow and arrow, though Thorin hated the sight her using an elf's weapons. Things were perfect in the Blue Mountains
But when Azalia turned 79 on her birthday, that's when everything changed.
so 79 in dwarf years in 29 yrs old. still pretty young for her. I would really appreciate some feedback, just to see how this is going. I also made a LOTR fan-fic, so feel free to check that story out.
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