Tolkien didn't create a lot of females for his stories. Well, what can I say? I find it easy to create OCs. They're overflowing, so I had to write this.
Warnings ahead:
*Using book references for the years, this fanfic will cover the period from 2760 up to 2942 from the third age.
*The main character is a female dwarf (as you might have guessed already).
*As much as I don't want to anger the book readers, this will follow more the movie lines.
*I will do my best to avoid spoilers, but I'm human. So there might be one or two spoilers around.

And that's all for now. Enjoy your reading!


Every dwarf that lived around those parts worked and lived in the lonely mountain. All but a few that made their lair at Dale, the men city founded right at the mountain's feet. It was in one of those few dwarf families that lived there that she was born. Her parents called her Gwyn and she was as beautiful as a female dwarf could be. Her auburn hair was her most catching feature. Gwyn was growing up fast for her age but her hair seemed to grow even more. Her eyes looked like two almonds and she smiled easily. To everyone around her she was the sweetest girl around but her parents knew better than that, and everyday when she would come back home from playing outside she'd have a new surprise. That day she was taking longer than what she used to, and they were starting to get worried when they heard a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," her father said, though the mother looked over his shoulder and was scared to death when she saw it was one of the soldiers from Erebor.
"Did something happen with my child?" She said, jumping from her chair.

They didn't know yet but earlier that day Gwyn was playing by the outskirts of Dale when she saw two other kids. Dwarf kids, just like her. And she followed them up without thinking. They buried something and turned around quickly, then curiosity took the best of her and she unburied it, just to find a ring inside a box. She was going back to show it to her parents when a guard stopped her, asking about the contents in the box. And even though jewelry was a common thing around Dale, the guard recognized the ring as the King's under the mountain's possession and arrested her.
"I find it hard that a kid would steal something so important," Thror had said, and one of his soldiers was instructed to talk with the girl, find out where she lived and get her parents to his presence.

"She might be a little troublesome, milord, but she wouldn't steal," her mother defended her.
Gwyn was scared but one of the young dwarfs in there put his hand in her shoulder and pressed it while she looked up to him, confused.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," he reassured her.
And even though the girl didn't know him she felt the truth in his words and nodded. It was then that she saw them: the two dwarf children that had buried the box. Not wanting to interrupt the adults conversation she looked up to the young dwarf again and he returned the gaze, which was enough for her to point to the other two.
"The box was buried by those two," she whispered.
The young dwarf looked to the direction she was pointing and, when he saw the two, he smirked.
"Wait here," he said, letting go of her shoulder.
She watched him walking up to Thror and talking silently with him and then go back her way. But instead of stopping by her he continued walking towards the other two kids and, when called, they followed him.
"Come with me," he instructed, pushing her by her back towards the throne.
"Seems like my grandchildren gave you a lot of trouble, my dear. If there's something I could do for you to forgive me," Thror said, and Gwyn felt puzzled, "just say the word. And you two, apologize."
The two apologized in unison and left the throne room as fast as lightning when they were allowed to. Gwyn didn't say anything other than "Can I go home now?" And the adults in the room laughed at the sad situation they had been put through.
"Yes, you may go child."
Her parents lead her to the exit, but she looked back to meet the young dwarf's eyes again. So she waved, to what he replied with a single bow of his head.

"For a second I thought you were really guilty, dear. I'm so sorry," her mother said, hugging her as she readied herself to go sleep.
"You pamper her too much, that's why you get those doubts in your head," the father said, clearly angry. "If you ever see someone burying something never, NEVER unbury it again, is that clear?"
She nodded.
"And don't get close to royalty. I don't want us getting involved in problems. It would be bad for business," he finished saying as he shut the door behind him after leaving the room.
Gwyn laid on the bed and her mother caressed her hair. She was almost giving up to the dream land when his face came to her mind and her eyes wide opened again.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Who were all those people from today, mom?" She asked.
Then her mother sighed and sat by the side of her bed, rubbing her chin.
"The old man who talked with you first was our king, Thror. There were also a lot of soldiers, but they all wore the same uniform, so I think it isn't hard to recognize them. Then there was Thrain II, son of Thror."
"But what about the kids?" She asked.
"Oh, right, they're Thrain's sons. Thorin is the oldest and was the one who was keeping a hold of you, then there are the younger ones, Frerin and Dis. Probably they did it to get the adult's attention," the mother explained, wondering if there was someone else who was worth mentioning.
"It would be good to be friends with them," Gwyn said as she yawned. "Good night mom."
"It would be better if you didn't, but I won't be the one who will forbid you to make friends," the mother said, pressing a kiss on the girl's temple before leaving the room.

The next day, without realizing it, Gwyn was once again at the outskirts of town, looking at Erebor.
"It is so big that I feel I could reach it if I just reached my hand to it," she thought. It took her one second longer to notice someone was coming that way from Erebor, and not knowing why but doing it anyway she jumped to her feet and hid behind a crate close by.
The one coming that way was the young girl, "Dis", she reminded herself, "but what is she doing here?"
As if answering her question the other girl looked around before leaving a flower with a folded piece of paper and running back the way she came, as if it was another of her mischiefs. Overwhelmed by curiosity, Gwyn waited until the other was far enough before walking up to the flower and the folded paper before opening it to read it. Until she realized she didn't know how to read.
"Darn it," she cursed under her breath.
It wasn't like she could just grab the paper and the flower and bring it home, she'd be scolded by her parents, for sure. And removing those things from its place could put her in trouble once again. Still, she thought she really wanted to know what was written in the paper, so she took it and ran to the market of Dale. There were lots of humans in that city and she wondered if any of them would be able to read the note, so she mustered her courage and walked up to one of the stalls where she used to go with her mother to buy food.
"Excuse me," she started, but she was too small and the man didn't see her, so she walked to the other side and tugged the man's shirt.
"Oh, hey, I remember you," he greeted. "Are you on an errand for your mother today?" He asked, pointing to the note on her hands.
"Actually, I found this, but I don't know how to read so I don't know what to do with it," she said, shifting on her feet.
"Well, may I?" He asked with his hand open to receive the note.
Gwyn didn't have that many choices, so she handed it to him and watched as he finished reading the note and scratched the back of his head.
"Well, it simply says 'I'm sorry'. Did you have a fight with someone?" He asked.
She just shook her head, feeling a bit happy. "Then it was really for me," she thought, as the man gave her the note back. "Thank you very much sir," she said as she turned her back, ready to leave, but then she remembered a small detail. "If you could, please don't tell about this to my mother."
And before the man could say anything else the girl was running between the people on the street, back to where she had found the note. She didn't know how to write but she could draw pretty well, so she returned to where she found the note, grabbed a wooden stick and started to draw on the ground. Two kids and a wooden toy that she had.
"I just hope she will understand this," she mumbled to herself as she gave a last look to her drawing before turning back to go home.