Ok so my first 2 chapters were posted pretty quickly at the end of a long night. So here's the backstory. I watched THOR then I watched THE HOBBIT, so basically this story is a culmination of my love for lady warriors, and The Hobbit.

Thank you guys for reading I hope you enjoy. I apologize for any spelling or grammatical mistakes.

"Well dear, that was quite a show. I must say I am impressed by your performance." Thror turned then to Dwalin and his grandson. "I want you to train her Dwalin," Dwalin looked dumbstruck and Thorin began to protest, but Thror put a hand up and he was silenced. "And you dear grandson will spar with her frequently, you could learn a thing or two from her." Then he turned back to Sif "When your training is done, Miss…"

"Sif sir, daughter of Sala" She cast a glance over at Dwalin whose eyes glared at her, but his mouth was set in a smirk.

"Well miss Sif, when your training is done and you have shown the same standard of performance as you have today I would like you to be apart of the Royal Guard"

Sif's jaw dropped, the only one whose mouth opened wider was Thorin. She had the opportunity to be apart of the Royal Guard, protecting the royal family itself. Only the most skilled of warriors were ever chosen for such a position. She bowed low to Thror. "Thank you my king, I will train hard to make myself worthy of such an honor"

"I believe you will. Now Dwalin continue on with your training."

With Thror having condoned Sifs training there was no room for protest. The training continued on for several more hours that day. Many of the other recruits congratulated Sif. Several of them had grown up with her and claimed they knew it was her all along. She basked in the praise and couldn't wait to go tell her Papa. Dwalin finally called an end to the training, Sif stepped away from the partner she'd been sparring with and shook his hand. She'd had more fun than she could possibly imagine that day, and the idea that she was on her way to being a part of the guard had her spirits soaring. As she was leaving though she caught sight of Thorin leaving as well, he was stooped over and as their eyes met he glared and then quickly looked away. She sighed to herself, if she was going to have to spar with him she would definitely have to watch her back.

Thorin sank down into the couch in his room, a girl he thought; a girl had bested him. He had been training to be a warrior for nearly all his life and now this young maiden had put him on his back. His anger and wounded pride was only tampered by a begrudging admiration for the girls' skill. Sif; now he would have to see her constantly and then one day she would be guarding him. The thought of his life in her hands infuriated him further; he didn't need a baby sitter, especially not a girl at that. The door to his room opened and closed, without even looking up he knew who it was; probably come to mock him.

"So I have heard what happened at the training field. You were beat by a girl! Really it's not that all surprising, but I really do want to meet her. I think we shall be the best of friends"

"Go away sister I do not long to hear your thoughts at present"

Dis ignored his request and instead sat down next to him, looking at the back of his head while he was bent over. "You have quite a lump back here, your hard head has saved you"

"Oh thank you, I'm so glad it's useful for something."

"Don't worry dear brother, keep training and maybe one day you'll beat her. Maybe you'll even like her, who knows"

"Don't be ridiculous"

Sif went with several other dwarfs to the pub to grab some food and a drink. She sat down next to a cute dwarf named Arik who was also training as a guard.

"Well you did quite well for yourself today, the first lady dwarf to train for the guard. A toast to you!" Many of the other dwarfs raised their mugs. Sif raised hers in salute to them. Several people eyed her from across the pub, others came to congratulate her, some of the older dwarfs gave her a once over and scoffed. Eventually everyone went back to their own conversations and Sif was able to drink in peace and enjoy the stories from her fellow dwarfs. After a while Arik leaned in close to Sif. "So tell me, why did you dress up like a male and want to train as a guard anyways?"

"My grandfather raised me, he was part of the guard many years ago and I've always looked up to him. I've known all my life that I wanted to be a warrior like him. I begged Dwalin to let me train, but he refused so I disguised myself."

"So you just planned on being a male for the rest of your life?"

"Well no… I guess I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I just wanted to get into training."

"Well I'm glad it all worked out, you make a much prettier lady" With that he gave her a wink.

She saw him stand and walk over to the barmaids to flirt, she shook her head and smiled.

Sif left the party pretty early she was eager to tell her grandfather of what had happened. She made it back to their small apartment and found him smoking on a pipe and reading by the fire.

"Papa you'll never guess what's happened!"

"Hmm… did you sneak into guard training, beat up our prince, and then win the admiration of the king?"

Sif sighed, she should have known the news would travel quickly. "I can't tell, are you proud or angry at me?"

"I am proud, not angry, but I am also worried" Sif came to sit in front of him by the fire. He looked down at her and took her chin in his hand. "You've always wanted to be a warrior, I never could manage to hide my sword from you and you do have great skills" Sofin leaned back and sighed and set his pipe down, so he could look directly at Sif "But you've never actually seen battle, its not always the physical side that can take its toll. You have to be willing to sacrifice, you will see people you love fall all around you. If what they say is true and you will eventually be in the Royal Guard you have to be willing to lay down your life for that family. Do you have that in you?"

Sif bowed her head; she knew she hadn't given that part much thought. "I will Papa, I know I haven't seen battle yet, but if the time comes I promise I will be ready"

"When the time comes child, when. Times are prosperous now, but it just makes us more of a target. Always be watchful and mindful."