The fact that Mrs. Girion was wanting to set her up, was really starting to piss her off. Especially with her son, the arrogant prick. She didn't like the man, in fact she found herself annoyed by the mention of his name.

It wasn't just that he was an arrogant prick, or the fact that he had told her she would have pleasure from their first date, it was the fact that he was so smug about his bloodline.

It was no secret that their bloodline went back to the dragonslayer Bard, king of Dale. They were descendants of the famous man, and they let that status be known.

"Stupid prick." She growled and tossed another book to the side, getting annoyed that she was having no luck finding anything about this damn curse.

"Trying to set me up with that prick!" She flipped open another book and scanned the page, growing just as frustrated as she had before.

"Damn it!" She promised she would help them, she promised she would try. But she had no luck. No luck at all.

"There has to be something!" She stood and walked to another shelf, her eyes scanning the book titles, finally falling on one.

"This looks interesting…" She grabbed the book and pulled it off the shelf, running her hands over the raised letters of the title.

"Yes. This will do!"

Thorin crossed his arms over his chest as he walks up and down the hall, waiting for the woman's arrival. Her promise was spoke in the halls of the city, like a mantra. It wasn't just the company and Thorin that she had spoken the promise to, it was all of them.

There were so many lives that depended on her promise. So many lives and so much trust placed in her hands.

"She will be here Thorin." He turned on his heel, ready to walk back down the hall again, hands clasped behind his back, when shouts caught their attention.

"She's here!" Thorin sighed and followed his sister and his nephews as they walked towards the entrance, the woman standing there with a knife oversized bag in one hand, and an even larger basket in the other.

"Hello again." Thorin stopped and watched her greet the company before her, before flipping the lid of the basket off.

"I brought some extras. I hope you don't mind." The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted up, to hit him with the most delicious smell.

"Is that real?"

"It's fresh!"

Thorin came to stand beside his sister, as the woman started taking the food out of the basket.

"These are fresh from the bakery. Fresh from this morning." The food was passed around as a pastry came to Thorin and Dís.

"Wasn't that sweet of her, Thorin?" Thorin couldn't lie and say his mouth wasn't watering, because it was.

For the last 100 years, it has been the same food over and over. They used to find comfort and excitement in gathering and sharing food, but lately it has just been taxing and typical.

"Oh Mahal! This is amazing! You made this?" Thorin watched as the company around him inhaled their food, before grabbing for seconds.

"Gonna finish that Thorin? Or can I grab that from ya?" Thorin glared at Bofur and shoved the pastry in his mouth.

The taste of the pastry and the fruit inside, burst in his mouth, making him groan loudly. He hadn't had such a sweet tasting piece of dessert in such a long time, and now that he had one, he didn't think he could go long without one again.

"I'm glad you like them." Her sweet laugh pulled him out of his sugar high, and brought him back to Erebor.

She stood surrounded by the dwarves as she finished passing out the remaining pastries. Thorin watched as she wiped her hands on her leggings and then turned towards the other bag.

"This is full of books I found that might help." Thorin crosses his arms over his chest as he watched her dig through the bag.

"Thank you lassie. For coming back. For helping." Thorin felt an elbow in his ribs, and then his sister dug her nails into his arm.

"What, Dís?" He turned his head, his sister standing an inch shorter than himself.

"Isn't she a wonderful woman? And pretty isn't she." Thorin furrowed his eyebrows and gave his sister an off look.

"What are you trying to do, Dís?" His sister ignored him and smiled widely.

"Thank you again for helping. Thorin really appreciates it." Thorin met the eyes of the woman, and as she smiled at him and nodded her head, he felt a pang in the pit of his stomach.

"These books should help." He tuned out the sound of her soft voice, ignoring the way his sister was looking at him.

Thorin kept his eyes on the human as she greeted the dwarves, and then heaved the bag of books on her shoulder, almost tipping under the weight.

"Go help her, Thorin!" He grunted, but listening to his sister's voice anyway, fearing he would get smacked with the bag if he didn't.

"Give it to me." He gruffly spoke to her as he grabbed it from her arms.

"Oh that'd be so gracious of you, Thorin Oakenshield." She rolled her eyes at him and gave him a hard glare.

Thorin threw the bag over his shoulder with little effort, and pushed past her, deciding they would be going to the great hall, and if she wanted to follow then fine. If not, Thorin wouldn't be too torn up about it.

"Excuse me! Where the hell are you going with my bag?!" Thorin stopped walking as the human came to stand in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Thorin clenched his jaw at the woman in front of him, finding her questioning annoying. He was a King, the dwarven King, and he was not used to being talked to in this way. The only other woman to give shit all about him being a King, was his sister.

"We are going to analyze the books you brought." Thorin went to step around her, only to have her block his path, and take a step towards him.

"Yes. The books I brought. To help you. So if you're taking them somewhere, it will be the place of my choosing." Thorin stared at the human, his own glare matching hers.

"I am King. And I don't answer to demanding humans like you." He could feel his sisters glare on his back, and knew she would be pissed at him later.

"Thorin! Don't be stupid!" His sister stepped up to his side and glared heavily at him, her eyes piercing his.

"Apparently you don't listen to witches either." His hands tightened on the bag so tightly, he was sure his knuckles were white.

The woman in front of him, defying him, caused another pang in his gut and every moment longer that he stared at her, made him see her in a slightly different light.

She really was a beautiful woman, simple but beautiful. She had round cheeks that flushed when she either got angry, or had a lot of attention on her. Her eyes seemed to be slightly bigger, giving her a doe eyed look that suited her.

"Thorin, she is offering her help. The least we could do is be courteous to the lass." Thorin took one deep breath and then pushed the bag into her.

"Fine. We do things her way." As he spoke, he glowered as the woman's face changed from a glare, to a bright smile.

"Great! We'll go to the library." She smiled and turned, walking down the hall, much to Thorin's irritation.

"Does she know where she is going?" He stormer after her, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it, if he lost her.

As he turned the corner she turned, his mood darkened as he saw his familiar red headed lay, coming towards him. The redhead past the human, giving her a disgusted look.

"Haven't seen you around before. You must be the intruder. The 'saviour'." Thorin watched as the redhead stepped towards the human, her dark eyes narrowing threateningly.

"Stay away from Thorin. He's mine." He grit his teeth and clenched his fists.

The redhead was a daft dwarrowdam. Thorin would never make her queen, and thanks to his sisters repeated threats, he would never lay with her again.

'Not that it's that big of a loss.' As the red headed dwarrowdam kept making threats against the human, Thorin started to seethe.

He didn't know what the hell had come over him, but he felt like an attack on the human, was an attack on him. Each word the dwarrodam uttered towards the human, Thorin felt his anger building at the dwarf.

"I don't care." The human went to step around the dwarrowdam, her path getting blocked every step. Thorin quickly grew tired of her actions, and approached.

He placed his hand on the humans back and pushed her forward, her back close to his chest. He turned his head and glared at the redhead, making her shrink back against the wall.

"You will not bother her or myself again. Your services to me are no longer wanted."

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