Hello everyone. I have another chapter for you all this week, and I am hoping that you will all love it. By the way, my Themed Literature (the theme book is the Hobbit) class is awesome. My instructor finds it funny that I write fan fiction for the Hobbit. However, he does it also and he posts it on this site as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit or its characters.

Remember that years are approximate and rounded to the nearest quarters.

Count down: 50 years till LOTR events.

Aliena- 14 years old.

Frerin & Durin- 8 ¾ years old, looks almost 7 years old.

Kelda- 4 ¾ years old, looks like a 4 year old.

Balder- 3 ¼ years old, looks like a 3 year old.

Toril- 2 ¾ years old, looks like a 2 year old.

Freya- 1 ¾ years old, looks like a 1 year old.


Erebor's Inside Training Fields...

"Again!" Dwalin growls out as he prepares to block a strike from his pupil. His pupil is the daughter of his king and queen. So far he has taught her how to use daggers, throwing knives, and a staff. But today he has started training the teenager in using a sword.

Aliena lets out a huff before attempting to swing her broadsword at her instructor. She has been training for well over an hour, and her arms are starting to become tired. Again, Dwalin blocks the swing, but this time knocks her sword out of her hands.

"You tired lass?" Dwalin asks after seeing the practice sword go flying across the yard.

"I think my arms are too weak to hold a sword against you, Master Dwalin." Aliena says in while trying to catch her breath.

"Perhaps you should focus on building up your arm muscles." A feminine voice calls out.

There is a wooden, cushioned bench sitting just outside of the practice yard ring, and that is where the Queen of Erebor has been sitting. Normally Inara would be standing to watch her daughter and Dwalin during their training practice. That all changed about two months ago. Inara is wearing a long sleeve, emerald green dress that shows off her rounded 8 ½ month belly. After several years of trying, and the loss of their son, Inara is finally with child.

"What would you suggest mother?" Aliena asks as she makes her way over to Inara. Before coming to the training fields, Aliena had decided on wearing a blue, thick strap tank top with her dark tan pants. She had also brought along a wool over coat, which length goes all the way to the floor. The wet season, or mid-winter if you will, can be quite chilly when you aren't over exerting yourself.

"Dwalin, what kind of strength training would you recommend for her?" Inara asks from her spot on the bench.

Dwalin makes his way over to where the two ladies are. "Spending more time training with a sword would do it."

"Then perhaps we should add an extra hour of practice in every other day for you, sweetie." Inara says as she looks from Dwalin to Aliena.

Aliena lets out a loud sigh before agreeing with her mother. She knows better than to argue with the queen.

"In the mornings, before your lessons with Dis, I will be expecting you down here lass." Dwalin says to Aliena just before going over to the storage space that houses all of the practice weapons.

"We will stop at home for you to change before we head down to the main dining halls." Inara says as she carefully tries to get up from the bench. This pregnancy has been different from all the others. In the early stages, Inara had morning sickness constantly. Then as pregnancy became more pronounced, she noticed that she was carrying very low. So low, that it has caused Inara a lot of lower back pain, which makes her very irritable.

"Are you sure that you will be able to walk that much without it becoming painful?" Aliena asks cautiously. She knows just how bad her mother's mood swings can be from this pregnancy.

"I will be fine." Inara says as she places a hand against her lower back once she is standing. Looking at her daughter's face, Inara can see the concern on the young woman's face. "You and your father worry too much."

Inara begins to walk towards the doors that lead out to the hallways. Leaving Aliena behind in the practice field.

"Somebody has to." Aliena growls out as she grabs her coat, and goes after her mother.

Main Living Area of the Royal Halls...

Balder is hiding behind one of the settees closest to a wall. His back is against the wall with his knees drawn up, and his face pressed to them. The little boy doesn't want anyone, especially his parents, to see him cry. There are already tear stains on the knees of his brown pants. The red sleeves of his shirt has some lines of clear snot rubbed into them. His muffled sobs, however, has drawn the attention of someone who is coming down the stairs. Heavy footsteps come closer to where the boy is, and he tries to make himself even smaller in his hiding spot.

"What are you doing, Balder?" a low, baritone voice asks carefully from the end of the settee.

Balder turns his head towards the voice, and is relieved that it is the king who has found him.

Thorin notices that his little nephew's eyes are red, and full of tears. In this instance Thorin remembers a time when he had found Fili in the same way. He has an idea about what this could be about. Thorin extends one of his hands towards the crying boy.

"Why don't you come out of there, and tell me what is bothering you." Thorin says softly.

Balder rubs one of his sleeves across his nose before sliding himself towards Thorin. Once he is near his uncle's hand, Balder places one of his little hands into Thorin's offered one. He allows Thorin to help him out from behind the settee, and then he flings himself into Thorin's chest. Balder feels one of his uncles' hands run up and down his little back in a comforting gesture.

"What has you so upset, kidhuzel?" Thorin asks softly so he doesn't frighten his nephew's son. He sits patiently, waiting for the little boy to speak.

"I don't like Freya." Balder says sheepishly into Thorin's chest before trying to bury his head further into his uncle's chest. The little boy is ashamed that he dislikes his sister.

One of Thorin's eyebrows lift in response to this before a small smile appears on his face. Balder truly is Fili's son. For Fili, when he was about Balder's age, had said the same thing about Kili. Thorin gives the same little speech that he gave to Fili back then to Balder.

"Being an older sibling can be difficult sometimes, kidhuzel. However, without you there to protect your sister, she may get hurt. It is the responsibility of us older siblings to protect the young ones."

Balder looks up at Thorin's face in shock. "You have siblings?"

Thorin chuckles a little at Balder's shocked face. This little boy reminds Thorin so much of Fili at that young age. "I do. Your gamil amad is my namad, and she is younger than I. For all of her life, I have watched over her and protected her."

"Why?"

"Because it is my duty to my family. Just like it is your duty to help look after and protect Freya." Thorin says with a serious tone.

"But Amad spends all her time with Freya. So does Adad." Balder complains. "They don't play with me anymore."

Thorin lets out a soft hum. This might be more than he originally thought. He thinks on it a little bit before coming up with a solution. In all his years of conflict resolution, Thorin has never thought he would be needing to use it in his own family. He holds his little nephew to his chest, and get up off of floor.

"Where we going?" Balder fear echoes in his voice.

"We are going to go see your Adad. This matter needs to be solved." Thorin tells the boy in his arms as he walks out of their halls. He plans to take Balder to Fili's office near the Throne room.

Erebor's Main Kitchens...

Bombur and several of the other chefs are hard at work putting the finishing touches to the food that will be served in the dining halls. However, the large dwarf has a few visitors in the kitchen. He carries over a plate with a variety of beef prepared differently.

"Try these." Bombur says as he places the plate onto the counter next to one of his visitors.

The visitor, a certain red haired elf maid, takes a bite of one of the pieces. As she chews on it, her face changes into one of disgust before spitting the piece into a small bowl.

"It doesn't like it?" Another visitor, Kili, says with concern.

Tauriel shakes her head. "This child is being too picky."

Kili places a hand over the large bump where their child rests inside of Tauriel. He has been worried about her ever since they found out about this pregnancy. With the other pregnancies, Tauriel was able to eat her normal elf diet. This time, however, the babe within her seemed to only want meat made a particular way throughout the whole pregnancy. It also hasn't helped that it was getting close to the birthing time, and Tauriel's temper was more explosive than normal.

"Perhaps one of the other samples will work." Bombur says to Tauriel. He knows about how difficult a pregnancy can be. His own wife, Lifa, had issues similar to Tauriel's while pregnant.

"Thank you for being so nice about all this, Bombur." Kili tells the large dwarf as they both watch Tauriel try another sample. It too is spat out.

"It is my pleasure, Kili. Lifa was the same way when she was carrying Tofa. The only thing the babe would let her eat was food that were wrapped in breads. Lifa complained often about losing weight during those months." Bombur stated with joy, and his eyes had lit up.

"I am blaming all of this on you, Kili." Tauriel growls out after spitting out yet another piece of beef.

All of the chefs who heard Tauriel's words started to chuckle. Oh yes, many of them knew just how hot-tempered a female with child can be.

Fili's Office...

Fili was working on finalizing a trading contract between Erebor and one of the villages of Rohan. This trade agreement would benefit Erebor greatly. He had heard Bard talk about purchasing work horses from Rohan, and how well the horses were bred. Sure Erebor has a small growing population of battle rams, but trying to breed ponies was becoming difficult. So Fili saw a chance, and with Thorin's blessing, was able to speak with Rohan's ambassador to Dale about asking Rohan to breed the much needed ponies. In exchange Erebor was willing to send warriors if Rohan needed aid, and would pay the breeders handsomely if the stock of ponies met the dwarves standards. The ambassador had sent word to their king, and only yesterday received word to agree to the terms.

Just as Fili signs his name to the document, a knock comes from the door.

"Enter." Fili says, thinking that it is most likely Balin. Looking up, Fili is surprised to see Thorin coming in with Balder in his arms.

"Is everything alright?" Fili asks as he sets his quill onto the table, and gets up from his chair. He can see that Balder has been crying.

"I found the lad crying while he was hiding himself in the living room." Thorin says while carefully watching Fili's face for a reaction.

"Why was he there?" Fili approaches Thorin and attempts to take Balder from him. However, the little boy only shies away from his father. Fili gets a confused look on his face at Balder's movements.

"The lad seems to think that you and Sigrid no longer want him." Thorin says cautiously.

"Whatever gave him that idea?" Fili asks Thorin before trying to get his son's attention. "Balder, why do you think that your Amad and I don't want you. We love you, and nothing will change that."

The little boy turns his head to look at his Adad before replying. "With Freya around no one plays with me anymore. You and Amad used to tuck me in and tell me a bedtime story. You don't do that anymore."

Fili immediately realizes what is going on, and he remembers feeling the same way when Kili was a babe.

"I apologize, my son. Your Amad and I have been busy with work, and Freya, that we have not seen you suffering. Amad and I will make sure to spend more time with you as well." Fili says as he places one of his hands against the side of Balder's face.

"How about we all head to the dining hall to have supper. Will that please you, kidhuzel?" Thorin says as he watches the father-son moment between both of his nephews.

Balder reaches out to Fili, and Fili takes the boy from Thorin's arms.

"Yes please." Balder says to Thorin once he is situated in his father's arms.

Main dining hall...

Many dwarves and their families are eating supper in the main dining halls. Most of them are the mid to lower classes, but there are a few higher ranking families there as well. One of which, is the royal family. Their table is at the head of the hall so that all can see the royal family. At one end is Fili, Balder, and Sigrid with little Freya sitting on her lap. Next to them is Dis followed by Aliena. The middle of the table has Durin, Inara, Thorin, and Frerin. At the other end is Kelda, Toril, Tauriel, and Kili is sitting at the last seat.

Several of the chefs and their staff enter the dining hall with platters of food that is to be placed in certain areas of all the tables. There are platters filled with breads and butter. Others have carved up meats like chicken, mutton, beef, and fish. Then there are large serving bowls filled with hearty stews in them. Finally there are the platters with several different fruit dishes.

All of the dwarves start to fill their plates with food after Bombur states that supper is served.

At the royal family table, Kili notices that Tauriel hasn't touched much of the food, and that she has been shifting around in her seat. Every times she shifts, Tauriel's sky blue dress makes a rustling sound.

"You alright, amrâlimê?" Kili whispers to her so that no one but her can hear.

Tauriel shifts again in her seat, and she takes a quick intake of breath. A quick flash of a pain filled expression shows on her face before she tries to hide it. However, Kili noticed it and places a hand her belly.

Kili's quick movement causes Skuld, Gimli, Oin, and Gloin to pay more attention to the royal table. For that family is sitting one of three tables that sit closer to the royal table, and has a clear view of it as well.

"The elf looks as though she is uncomfortable." Gloin says to Skuld before taking a bite out of a large chunk of meat.

"She is close to her birth time, Gloin. I am sure you remember how uncomfortable I was before birthing Gimli." Skuld replies as she keeps her eyes trained on the pregnant elf. After two minutes of watching, she notices that Tauriel's face twitches between calm and pain.

"Oin I suggest you go and get your supplies." Skuld quickly gets up from her table and moves at a normal pace up towards the royal table.

Thorin notices Skuld moving closer to their table, and watches as she approaches Kili and Tauriel. He can't hear what they are saying, but seeing the anxious look in Kili's face is enough to understand.

"Inara." Thorin says as he turns to look at his queen.

"Yes." Inara replies as she looks towards Thorin.

"I think it is Tauriel's birthing time. Kili looks like he is about to panic." Thorin whispers to her, trying to make sure that no one else hears.

Inara leans a little bit forward in her chair so that she can see Tauriel. She watches as Tauriel shifts a bit, and can see the elf gripping the arms of her chair. Inara looks back at Thorin.

"I think you are right." Inara moves carefully to stand up from her chair.

Dis notices Inara, and then notices that Skuld is standing by Kili at the end of the table. She stands up as well, and gives Fili a look. She then heads down to where Inara is now at, by the other end of the table.

"I suggest we go to your bedroom now." Inara says to Tauriel and Kili after feeling a contraction moves across Tauriel's bump.

Kili helps his wife from her chair, and the five of them leave the dining hall. They walk carefully through the hallways, and just as they start going up the first flight of steps Tauriel has to stop.

"Just keep breathing." Kili says to her as he helps keep Tauriel's body steady.

Once the contraction has passed, the group continues on their journey and make it to the royal halls. Inside, they make their way to Kili and Tauriel's rooms, and start to help make Tauriel comfortable.

Kili helps Tauriel onto their bed, and notices that Tauriel only wants to stay seated on the edge. As he gives her a funny look, Tauriel glares at him.

"This is the most comfortable position right now." She growls at him through a contraction.

Dis and Skuld are bustling about the room getting a bowl and water pitcher. Inara is standing at the end on the bed, waiting to check on Tauriel more thoroughly.

"Do you need anything?" Kili asks Tauriel softly as he moves cautiously to sit next to her.

"You can do this next time." Tauriel says as she keeps focusing on her breathing.

"I would if I could." Kili whispers to her.

Oin enters the room with a large bag filled with linens. He starts to pull out a few, and hands them to Inara so that she can place them where needed.

Six hours pass, and Tauriel's labor is progressing well. The birthing mother has changed into a knee length shift, and Tauriel and Kili are now dozing in between the contractions.

However, things are about to become even more hectic.

Skuld has pulled nearly every cushion off of the settees in the main living room of the royal halls, to create a soft wall for Tauriel to lean her back against. Tauriel is still sitting on the edge of the bed since it is the most comfortable position for her.

As Inara moves to stand up from performing another check on the dozing elf, her lower back pain is starting to become even more painful. She places her right hand against her lower back, and lets out a groan.

"Are you alright, Inara?" Dis whispers as she gets up from the chair that is sitting next to the end on the bed. She doesn't want to interrupt Tauriel's much needed rest.

"Just a little lower back pain is all." Inara says as she walks slowly away from the bed. However, a sharp pain hits her lower back, and Inara has to grab the edge of a dresser with her left hand to steady herself.

"That doesn't look like just a little." Dis says as she rushes over to her sister-in-law. Placing her hands to Inara's bump, Dis can feel a hard contraction ripple across it. "Inara. You are in labor." She hisses out at the queen.

Skuld, who over heard the exchange, moves quickly to Inara's side. "Right. Time for you to go to your rooms to birth your own child. And don't you dare tell me no."

From his chair next to the fire place Oin pops open one of his closed eyes, and watches as Inara is escorted out by Dis and Skuld. He chuckles at the irony of the situation knowing that Inara will not win if she argues against both Skuld and Dis. Knowing that he is now the only one available to see Tauriel through the birth, he gets up to do his own check on Tauriel.

Thorin and Inara's bedroom...

Thorin is still awake when he hears his sister and Skuld helping Inara enter the main room. He pulls a sleeping tunic over his head, just as the three women enter the bedroom. Thankfully, he had already put on a pair of sleeping pants.

"What happened?" Thorin asks as he moves towards Inara. However, he sees the pain on Inara's face and knows what is going on. "You are in labor."

"No shit." Inara growls out in a sarcastic tone. She has resided herself to the fact that she is in labor.

Dis and Skuld help Inara move towards the bed, and help her get onto it as well.

"I will be going back to Kili and Tauriel's room." Skuld says carefully, and watches as her king and his sister nod their heads in agreement. So she quickly leaves the room, and goes to help Oin.

Inara tries to find a comfortable position on the bed, but nothing feels right. So she stands next to the bed, and holds onto one of the posts.

"How long ago did it start?" Thorin whispers to Dis, as the two of them stand on the other side of the bedroom. Watching as Inara moved to stand by a bedpost.

"I have no idea. She has been having lower back pain since she started showing, and it doesn't help that she is carrying the child so low." Dis says to her brother. "Who is watching the kids?"

"I asked Fili and Sigrid to stay in the nursery with the children tonight. I was expecting Inara to have a late night. What I wasn't expecting was for her to go into labor on the same night as the elf."

A loud groan pulls the siblings attention back to the bed, and they can see that Inara has moved into a crouch position while still holding on to the bed post. Her head is looking down, towards the floor.

Thorin walks over to where Inara is, and kneels down behind her. He pulls back the loose hair, and puts it into a braid.

"Thank you." Inara whimpers.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Thorin whispers before placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"A back rub would be nice." Inara says before another contraction hits her.

Thorin begins to rub her mid and lower back to try help make the pain more bearable.

Inara and Thorin stay in their positions for almost two hours, and during this time Inara is changed into a knee length shift for the birth. Soon the sound of a very loud, muffled wail reaches their ears. Dis hears it as well, and leaves to go check on Tauriel and Kili.

When Dis opens the door to the living space, the wail doesn't sound as muffled. Inara lets out a very loud groan as the child within her lets out a few kicks at the sound.

"You alright?" Thorin says in a worried voice.

Inara continues to groan, and shakes her head.

Thorin is now torn between leaving Inara to go for help, and staying with her. Just as he is about to make his choice, the main door opens and footsteps come towards the bedroom. Looking up from his spot, Thorin sees that it is Dis and Oin who have come.

"Kili has a son, Thorin. If I hadn't known any better, I could have sworn the bairn was Kili." Oin says with a chuckle before setting his bag of linens onto the end of the bed.

Dis chuckles as well at Oin's comment as she moves towards the bed as well.

Oin kneels down next to Inara's side and places a hand on her arm. "Lass. I hear that you haven't allowed anyone to check your progress. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either let me check you, or I will have Dis go and bring Skuld in here to help hold you down so I can check."

Thorin is a bit shocked with the serious tone that Oin just used with Inara, but it seems to work. He moves to stand at the same time Inara does, and Thorin makes sure that he is there to catch her is she becomes unsteady.

Inara shuffles herself to the mattress, and sits on the edge of it. She doesn't dare do anything else since the pain in her back worse. Inara feels the mattress dip behind her as Thorin moves to sit down. His arms wrap themselves just under her bust, and Inara moves her arms so that they can rest over Thorin's.

As Oin does the check, another contraction hits but this time it is more powerful than the others.

"You have only a short time to go before you can begin pushing." Oin states as he backs away from checking Inara's progress. He gives the couple a nod of the head before taking a linen from Dis, and then places it carefully underneath Inara.

Another hour passes, and soon Oin gives Inara the go ahead to start pushing. So for the last 45 minutes she has been doing just that. During this time, Skuld has entered the bedroom and is kneeling next to Oin. Waiting to help in any way she can.

Thorin is still sitting behind Inara as she is still sitting on the edge of the bed. He keeps whispering encouraging words to her, and places a few kisses to her shoulder. Even though she stands 4 inches taller than him, sitting down puts the two of them at the same level. His left arm is no longer wrapped under Inara's bust, but is now helping to hold Inara's left leg in a bent position.

Dis is sitting to the right of Inara, helping to hold the bent leg back. Oin had asked both siblings to help hold the legs open so that he is able to assist better with the birth.

"Push hard lassie or the bairn will get stuck." Oin just about shouts at Inara.

Inara takes a deep breath and pushes as hard as she can. While she pushes, Inara keeps breathing evenly. She is very tired, but knows that she has to focus on birthing her child.

"Stop pushing, lass." Oin says and watches as Inara slumps back into Thorin. "The head is just about to crown, so you have to push hard again. You know what comes after that."

As the next heavy contraction happens, Inara pushes as hard as she is able to without making herself pass out.

Thorin glances over Inara's shoulder, and watches as the child's head comes into view. Then the whole body. The child is covered with white film and red blood. Thorin watches as Oin quickly cuts the purple cord, and the child starts to wail as he hands it to Skuld for cleaning.

Inara has slumped back against Thorin, and is trying to catch her breath. She feels a burning sensation and knows something is amiss. Then she feels the sensation of a few needles being poked into her skin.

"You tore a bit, so I am going to have to stitch it up. You will be sore for no less than a week, lass." Oin says from where he is at.

"You have a daughter, my king and queen." Skuld says in a joyful voice. She brings the bundled up babe towards the bed.

Inara immediately reaches for the babe wanting to hold it. Once she has the babe in her arms, she double checks to make sure that Skuld got the gender right. Seeing that Skuld was indeed right, Inara starts to inspect the new baby.

The baby has a head of hair that is a reddish brown color; small dwarf ears with earlobes of a human; and eyes of a stormy grey color.

"A daughter of Durin." Thorin whispers before placing a kiss onto Inara's cheek. "Thank you, amrâl."

"Congratulations nadad." Dis says as she looks at her brother's face to see his loving expression.

Once Oin is done cleaning up Inara, he allows her to be moved to a more comfortable position on the bed. Thorin, along with Dis and Skuld, help move Inara so that she is leaning against pillows at the head of the bed.

Dis, Skuld, and Oin soon leave the bedroom so that Thorin and Inara can have some time alone with the babe.

"How did we make something so perfect?" Inara asks Thorin as they watch their daughter eat her first meal.

"It was all you, amrâlimê." Thorin says from his spot next to Inara. He gently places a hand on his daughter's head.

The babe flails an arm at the touch, and gives a little sniffle. Her stormy grey eyes keep looking up in wonder at the faces of her father and mother.

"Did you have a name in mind for this little givashel?" Thorin asks Inara as he finally tears his gaze away from his daughter to look at his wife.

"What was your mother's name?" Inara asks as she too looks up from the feeding babe. She watches her husband's face for any signs that she may have stepped too far.

Thorin looks back down to his new daughter before saying one word. "Rìka."

"It sounds beautiful, Thorin. What does it mean?"

"It means Eternal Ruler." Thorin replies as he looks back up to Inara.

"I think Rìka is the perfect name for our new daughter." Inara says with a smile on her face, and begins to lean towards Thorin.

Just before their lips touch, the door to the main rooms open. They pull away from each other and look towards their bedroom door.

Kili is standing in the doorway with a big smile on his face, and a bundle in his arms. He slowly makes his way towards the bed.

"I wanted you both to meet your new nephew." Kili says in a soft, cheerful voice. He steps towards where Thorin is sitting, and hands his son to his uncle.

Thorin takes his new nephew into his arms, and is quick to agree with Oin's comment from earlier in the night. Indeed the baby boy has the same dark hair, dark eyes, pudgy face, and even ears as Kili did as a baby.

"He looks just like you did, Kili." Thorin says to the new father.

"Tauriel and I have decided to name him Kilian." At this statement, Kili looks like he is about burst open with energy.

"Sounds like a powerful name, Kili." Inara says from her spot on the bed. A little sniffle from the bundle in her arms lets her know that Rìka is finished with her meal. Inara covers herself as she carefully brings her daughter to her other shoulder.

"What did you guys end up with?" Kili asks both of them.

"A little girl." Inara says with a smile on her face.

"May I see her?" Kili asks Inara as he cautiously moves away from Thorin's side of the bed to Inara's side.

"Here." Inara says to Kili as she hands him her daughter.

Kili takes notice of the little girls' features. "She almost looks like you, Inara. But there is some traces of Uncle in her face. I think she has your cheeks and lips, uncle. Those eyes though. I have never seen anyone with grey eyes like hers. What is her name?"

Thorin decides to be the one to tell Kili his daughter's name. "Her name is Rìka, and she gets those eyes from my own mother."

Inara looks at Thorin with a shocked look on her face. "My grandmothers' eyes were grey like that also."

The small moment was broken when both Kilian and Rìka start to cry at the same time.


I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter. The name Rìka means Eternal Ruler in Norse. Kilian's name means little warrior in Gaelic, but I used the German spelling for it. Both of these names have multiple meanings in different parts of the world, but I chose the meanings that I think fit best with the Dwarf culture.

Reviews are welcome. Even the negative ones.

Also, there is still time to let me know who you would like to see Aliena end up with. So far Bain is in the lead with three people (one in a review & two in PM), and I got two PM's asking for it to be with a dwarf. There is still time to give me your thoughts as I have yet to reach a decision for that particular chapter. It is about 8 chapters away, and I am still in the construction mode. So it can go any which way.

Selene