Hello all! This is a story I have been working on for AGES and finally had the guts to post so I really hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Tara was not your typical dwarf-woman. She did not like the frivolities of needle-pointing or seaming which brought her great impatience. No, since she could remember she would be following in the footsteps of her closest and trouble-making friends, Fili and Kili. And she was certainly not going to be left behind in Ered Luin and miss reclaiming Erebor, if it was the last thing she could do.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or any of the amazing world of Middle Earth and all credit goes to the amazing J.R.R Tolkien for creating a wonderful fictional world that has completed my life.
Prologue: Concerning and She-Dwarf
If you ventured far beyond the west, over the Misty Mountains, through Bree and past the settled lands of The Shire, you would come across the rocky terrains of the Blue Mountains. Delved into these mountains was the dwarvish settlement of Ered Luin. This was the home of the displaced. This was the home of the dwarves of Erebor.
Many a few had lived a length of life to witness the great halls of the Lonely Mountain themselves. Many a few had survived.
After the destruction of Smaug the dragon, all was lost and left behind. All the gold, the riches, the throne; all abandoned.
It brooded in Thorin Oakenshield's mind for decades to reclaim what was once his. To give his people a true home and all the wealth that was once theirs. But in the meantime he sat back in his chair, watching over the small community of Longbeards.
He didn't stir in his mind on this until one Wizard changed it all for him. This venture to reclaim his home from the filth, Smaug.
But word traveled fast in Ered Luin after Thorin Oakenshield's return from Bree and it did not take long for the message to reach the ears of a young and daring dwarf-maid. This dwarf-lady is the revolve of this particular story.
Her name was Tara and she was the last in her direct family to still be standing on earth. She was the last of her auburn-haired name. But this did not hinder her in any sense for if this did not occur many would not believe she would be on this adventure. But how she got on this particular adventure was not by the click on a fingers command.
In fact it took much convincing and for a time she even had no reliance to count on her best friends opinion. And who may this friend be?
Only the next in line to the throne of Erebor after Thorin. The golden-haired dwarf who in Tara's eyes seemed less regal than what he was claimed to be. But not because she despised him.
It was quite in fact the opposite. But she would always tease him of his "royalties".
She looked up to him like she would a brother, followed his every step as kids and now more passionate than ever not to be left behind whilst her only friends are off on a quest she had been told would come to pass, even in her small ages.
For these tales of the Lonely Mountain was what she was born and bred on. She would prove her worth to this company, however she could to find her chance to join it.