Authors notes: alright brief warning before I continue on with the chapter. EVERYONE LIVES! I am not following the cannon because I'm a little shit and its fucking fan-fiction (seriously that's the point of it) Any flaming in regards the change of cannon lines will be promptly ignored and sent to the bog of eternal stench courtesy of captain glitter pants himself!
Now... without further ado, chapter three!

The branches of the old trees swayed and shifted before the thirteen dwarves eerily. Wind lightly played with the leaves making them dance and flutter around their feet as they stood watching and waiting for their leader to make his choice.

A gruff and irritated sigh finally left their prince, his furrowed brow seeming to dip deeper with each passing second.

"Come along... we can rest in a few hours or so, there's a river a few miles ahead. We will rest there."

Multiple muffled groans were the replies from the tired group as they trudged after their soon to be king into the large forest.

For hours they walked, the day drawing closer to a close when they heard it.

A loud, terrified scream.

At first they simply all froze, hands going for their weapons as they eyed the surrounding forest with trepidation. Silence echoed on for a few moments, and the youngest ones of the group slowly started to relax again.

Again a loud horrified and frightened cry echoed through the forest and several of the dwarves paled.

That was a child's cry.

All it took was one look at each other for them all to spring into action. Dwarves being notoriously protective of their young. Trap or not, they would save this child.

Despite the weariness in their limbs and the heavy armour they were clad in, every single one of them ran, leapt and searched with equal fervour.

It took them hours, the light fading faster then any of them would have liked when finally they found something.

Dwalin kneeled silently, lightly touching the ground where a small indent in the grass could be found. He would have likely ignored such a thing, if not for the mostly dry patch of blood he found there.

"Thorin! I've found something!" He bellowed, only to freeze as he heard a soft whimper not meters away. Turning slowly, his eyes widened as he spotted the small barely visible form curled up between two massive boulders. Just with one look the male knew there would be no reaching the child unless it made its own way out.

"Dwalin! What is it? Sho- "

"Shhh!"

The tattooed male hissed at his dumbfounded future king, holding up a large hand to silence him. Said male visibly bristled, looking ready to snap at him when he too finally realised what Dwalin was looking at.

Eventually the rest of the company joined the two and peered into the deep crack between the rocks, eyeing the small barely visible form inside.

Creeping forward, Dwalin tried to gently smile at the frightened and obviously injured child.

"Hello there... are you okay young one? "

There was silence for a few moments before the whole company froze, some gasping in awe.

Two bright green eyes, shining brighter then the most beautiful of emerald's, peered out at them from the darkness.

Authors notes: this was a bitch to write, I honestly cant remember much about the dwarves except for ori, bifur, bofur and dwalin lol
ahh well.
next chapter, is harry's reactions to the company.
please feel free to ask a butt load of questions, i love them i honestly do.
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