Hello!

Well, this is my first Fili/OC and I hope that you like it. It takes place five years since the battle of the five armies which Thorin, Fili and Kili survived.

I apologise for any mistake in the spelling and I do not own any of the Hobbit's character(unfortunately).

So...Enjoy it ^^

There is a time in the life of every dwarf woman in which she must change the wild adventures for fine evenings of sewing and chatting while she waits for her "one" to come and find her.

However, that was not exactly what Zahira had on mind. She would much rather go hunting with her father than attend to another sewing class with her mother and younger sister. But to her utter annoyance, since she was the elder daughter it was upon her to find a suitable dwarf to whom marry and bear as much children as she could. She couldn't help but wince at the thought.

It was not that she didn't want to marry and have children, though she considered herself a little too young for that. The only problem was that dwarves only loved once, and she had already found her "one". Who unfortunately, seemed to be regardless about her and her feelings as he went on an unexpected journey to reclaim the Dwarves homeland, Erebor, without even say goodbye to her.

But who cares about the past? Certainly not her. No, she was over it. In fact, her whole family and her were traveling to Erebor, to show their respects to the King Under the Mountain and his nephews and in words of her mother "Find a suitable husband for her daughters". Which only meant one thing: match both, her and her sister, with someone from royalty.

She let out a little sigh at that particular thought. The last thing she wanted to do was facing her secret "child" crush again after all these years. She was sure that he would most certainly not remember her. Why would he? She was only some random girl with which he and his brother used to hang before they left with their uncle, who now was King Under the Mountain.

"Hurry up Zahira! Otherwise we'll never get there before the sundown" cried her mother with her shrill pitch. That brought her back from her not very cheerful thoughts. She stroked her pony in its head as a silent command, making him move a little bit more faster to try to catch up with her family.

Couple of hours later, she found herself unable to blink as her eyes caught sight of one of the most incredible places she had ever seen. In front of her stood two huge statues of the Dwarves warriors her father used to talk about in his stories. Between them, there was a path, full of people; traders, soldiers, nobles and commoners. All mixed up making a rather curious picture.

As they got closer, she eyed every single place, stone or person she could without loosing sight of her father, who was riding ahead. She almost got lost a couple of times but, fortunately the eccentric colors of her mother's dress helped her not to.

"Now listen to me carefully, I don't want any of you fighting, do I make myself clear?" worn them the older woman with a stern look. Both, Zahira and her sister nodded obediently "Good, because we're about to meet King Thorin and I will not let any of you embarrass me or your father" she gave them a scowl before her face changed in a more relaxed and warm one. The woman turned to grab her husband's arm and started to pull them toward the main entrance.

Both sisters suppressed a chuckle when their father turned a little to look back at them with a funny grimace. They followed the couple across the hall, which was no easy task since it was packed with what seemed to be hundreds of dwarfs. Apparently, everyone wanted to greet the new king. And obviously, giving the amount of young female dwarfs, everyone was eager to match their single daughters with either of the royal family.

That was what Zahira had been thinking when she realized that she was surrounded by strangers, and that neither of her parents or sister were next to her. She started to look around her hoping to cast sight of her mother's dress or her father's vivid red hair when she heard the deep and stormy voice of her father.

"I am Braìn, son of Fraìn. This is my wife Gilda daughter of Wilda and these are my daughters, Tahira, the younger and...Zahira?" the man looked confused to his wife, who had a distress look in her round face as she gazed the crowd searching for her daughter. "Zahira! Where are you?"

"Here! I'm here...just gimme a second" she cried as she struggled to free herself from the crowd. She tried to push her way through a particular large dwarf that didn't seem to notice her efforts. So when she realized that he would not be moving anytime soon, she took in a deep breath before doing what, later, she would most certainly regret. She bent down enough to go through the open legs of the dwarf crawling her way to the other side.

The crowd started to whisper and chuckle quietly once she stood on her feet again smoothing down her dress nervously. She sent an apologetic smile to her father before she went to join them. When she had finally reached her place alongside her sister, she made a deep bow blushing.

"And this is my elder daughter Zahira" her father introduced her with a brief sigh. Although she did not want to look at them, and especially no to him after she had made a fool of herself, she raised her gaze to find the three men staring back at her with very different looks. But the one thing they all shared was a glint of amusement in their eyes.

She was praying for the ground to open and swallow her all when a deep voice from above her said in a mocking tone:

"Well, you sure know how to make an entrance, lady Zahira"

And this was the first chapter, what did you think? Worth continuing it? Let me know if you like it or not, thanks for reading

C.A.