I own nothing in this story other than my OC - Lana. Please go easy on the criticim I don't post often and am a little scared lol. Also may go a little off track sometimes so bare with. Just love a good romance and I tink from having watched the movies, Thorin is someone who desperately deserved some love and happiness with maybe a little sauciness on the side. Thanks Gill
Holding her breath she lined up the arrow, the target being a plump young pheasant. Pulling back the bow, she leaned into the shot making sure to fire at the right time.
'Woman!' A deep voice said from beside her breaking her concentration.
She watched in frustration as the prey, flew out from its hiding place and made an escape.
'You fool! Could you not see I am hunting?' She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.
'Fool? Did your parents not teach you any manners? '
An oddly tall dwarf stood before her; the light of the moon highlighting his tired looking face, his bright, piercing blue eyes contrasting the dark, deadly glare in which he gave her.
'Manners would have been to have allowed me to take my shot dwarf; I expect no less from your race.'
'You offer me offence woman, I am in no mood to listen to this from anyone. How dare you, insult me and my kin in such a way!' He huffed.
She shook her head out of frustration confidently picking up her things.
'You sir are a stranger to these parts, I can tell so I will forgive your stupidity and how you have made me late, if you'll excuse me.' She shoved past the enraged dwarf.
He stood looking in her wake, lost for words at the way in which he had been treated. How dare she? A mere slip of a girl! He looked up at the sky, the stars shone brightly but held no clue as to where the dwarf should be going – not for the first time today – he was frustrated and lost.
Lana knocked gently on the front door, double checking the mark which shone brightly in the darkness – exactly where Gandalf had said it would be.
'Yes?' A hobbit said opening the door slightly, what sounded like a party going on in the back ground.
'Sorry I am late; I had a spot of bother on the way. Is Gandalf not here?' Lana peeked around the door – smiling at the sight of her old friend the wizard.
'Lana my dear, Bilbo don't leave the girl standing on the doorstep. Come, come!.'
Bilbo sighed and opened the door. Lana looked around the fine home wide-eyed.
'Girl?' said a male voice from the other room 'Did someone say girl?' At this filed in several dwarfs of different ages, staring at her.
'Kili and Fili at your service my lady.' Two young dwarfs stepped forward holding out their hands, Lana bowed politely, a blush rising in her cheeks.
'Lana, at yours master dwarfs.'
'Excuse me my lady, Dwalin at your service.' A taller balding dwarf took her hand kissing the top of it gently.
'Lana, it's a pleasure.'
'Bofur my lady, if you don't mind me asking – is that blood dripping from your sack?'
'Oh yes!' She said, holding the sack open. 'I brought some fresh pheasants, for supper.' Bofur put his arm around her and led her towards the kitchen, she was only too happy to help prepare the food.