The next day, she arrives at her father's estate

She did not exactly expect a welcome home party, but the only thing she gets is her father seemingly looking disapponted that she is still alive. She shrugs her shoulders and walks to the infirmery, asking the healers to look at her leg. As they take of the bandages, she sees the skin around the gash is turning to an agressive red, and the healer merely running water over the gash makes her gasp out in pain. Stitching up the wound almost makes her fainth.

Two months pass, in which she slowly starts to feel better again, though not well enough to start training. After a year, she is finally able to do so again, relieved that she can go back to her normal routine.

"My lord, it is good to see you after all this time."

"And you my king, I am glad you have reclaimed Erebor in one piece."

"As am I."

"Unfortunately, my daughter was not so lucky. As you probably know she was badly injured in the battle against the orcs and still has trouble walking."

"I am aware of her injury and hope she will soon feel well again."

"Thank you, my king. I was informed you wish to speak to me of stengthening the ties and trades between Erebor and my kingdom. Shall we sit and dine together?"

"Very well."

When they are sitting at the large wooden table, they eat in silence for a while, but then Thorin takes a gulp of wine and scrapes his throat.

"Ahum. It is true I wish the ties between Erebor and your kingdom to be stronger. I would therefore like to propose a marriage between your daughter and an Erebor royal."

"Right, and which royal would this be?" Her father asks, a little breathless at the no doubt advantageous proposal.

"I would hate to force her into a marriage she does not desire, so I would suggest she comes to live in Erebor for a while and then decides to whom she would like to marry."

"This is most generous of you, my king, and I shall gladly take the offer. I shall send for my daughter to inform her."

She has been watching them talk from the shadows, and desperation grows in her heart as she hears that her father has agreed to send her to Erebor and marry Thorin or one of his nephews. She runs back to her rooms, hoping no one sees her in the corridors. As she closes the door, it immediately swings back open and a maid enters.

"My lady, your presence is requested in the dining room."

She nods, puts on her vail and follows her, trying to keep the emotion from showing on the little part of her vail that is visible.

"Daughter, the king has come to visit us with a proposal for marriage for you."

She only nods at Thorin, looking just above his eyes with a dark expression on her face."

"He has told me he wants your hand in marriage for one of the Erebor royals, and I have agreed."

Again she nods, her face going even darker.

"You will live in Erebor for a week and then decide which royal you would prefer to marry."

She says nor does anything.

"Well come on then, thank him for this honour."

She bows. "Thank you my king." hoping he notices the subtle sarcasm.

Her father does not notice anything however, and he sends her back to her rooms.

"Go on now and let us handle the details dear, I will tell you later."

Three hours later her father walks into her room.

"Well, it seems I have finally found a use for you. You are to leave for Erebor tomorrow. Start packing your belongings."

She only nods and start collecting her things with the help of her three handmaidens.

The next morning, she is sitting in a carriage that Thorin has sent, accompanied by her handmaidens and one of the boxing trainers, Jeron, who has agreed to come with her so she can resume her training in Erebor, all being paid for by he brother Melo, whom can not come with her himself. A day later, her destination is visible on the horizon. As the carriage stops at the main entrance of Erebor, she looks around her. It is not the splendor it has once been, but it would appear that the dwarves have been working incredibly hard to restore Erebor, as it is almost back to it's former glory.

"Do you like it?"

She is startled when Thorin speaks to her through the window of the carriage. She just shrugs her shoulders and gets out of the carriage without taking his held out hand.

"Shall I show her to your rooms or would you like to see the others first?"

She shrugs her shoulders again, intentionally not looking at him.

"Your rooms it is then."

He leads her through some corridors and she feel his piercing look at her.

"How is your leg?" he asks as he stops in front a door that leads to her rooms.

"Fine." she says, and she enters the rooms, closing the door in front of him.