AN: I don't own any of the hobbit characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them. This chapter ties in with chapter twenty four of AN Unexpected encounter.
Gloin's story.
She stood before the hordes threatening her kith and kin. Fiery red hair cascaded in waves down her back, where the ties on her braids had come loose. Gold and silver beads flashed in the sun light as she mocked the orc trying to intimidate her. Her armour was dwarfen make and the polished leather gleamed blood red and chocolate brown in the harsh sunlight. Its silver and gold decorations stood out boldly as a shift of her feet set the hidden chainmail to jingling in a war tune. She grinned, sharp canines standing out behind her strong lips and full beard. Her brown eyes were cold and unyielding as she swung her axes with practiced ease. Orc after orc fell to her blades. Her One stood by her side his own movement hampered by a broken arm. Behind them a babe whimpered in the arms of his uncle. She threw back her head and roared her displeasure into the brilliant autumn day. She was a vision of death. A fluid dance of danger and despair for her foes. Within minutes the small raiding party that had crept passed the watch were sent fleeing, yelping their fear into the night. She turned to the male dwarf at her side and they lovingly pressed their foreheads together, both were covered in blood and dirt and yet for moments they had eyes for no-one else.