Summary: Thorin has been looking for his missing daughter ever since the Dragon had stolen Erebor. He never expected to find her in the Shire, of all places. (Original Female Dwarf/Bilbo...Original Female Dwarf/Thorin)

Chapter 1: Thordisa, Daughter of Oakenshield

It is a known fact that all stories had a beginning, middle, and end. Although, they did not all fall into that order. This story started years ago when a family was ripped apart by a fire drake known as Smaug. The beast came from the North and stole the home that rightfully belonged to the Durin bloodline. It was due to the greed of one Dwarrow. After he had lost his One, Thrór's greed knew no bounds. No one had known that the loss of their One would start their descent into gold madness. Though, one had been lucky...

Over the years, Thorin II Oakenshield has been more broken than anyone has ever seen him. He and his kingdom lost their home, Erebor to a dragon, then he lost both his father and grandfather in the Battle of Azanulbizar trying to reclaim the lost kingdom of Moria, and lastly, he lost his daughter and his One. He knew his daughter was alive, but no one has seen her in years. Thorin would have fallen into the gold madness, but he had known his daughter was out there, and it had kept the madness at bay.

Truthfully, Thorin had no idea if his One or his oldest brother was alive or not. The same could be said for his father. Nobody of his family was accounted for, seeing as the death toll of the Battle had been so high. He still had hope that his family were alive, but lost. The most troubling was his daughter. Thordisa has been missing for over fifty years. He has missed her coming of age, and he has no idea if she had found her One. He has missed so much of her life, and it saddened him. He wanted so much to reunite with his daughter.

He didn't know he was going to get his wish when he entered the Shire.

Thordisa had found her way there with her uncle, grandfather, and mother when they got separated from her father in a fight. They couldn't catch up to him, so they made their way to a new place until they could get home to Thorin. They missed the rest of their family, but Thordisa missed her father more than anything. He, along with Dís was all they had left after the Battle of Azanulbizar.

Thankfully, her uncle made her a waterproof locket with her parent's portraits in it, along with another with Dís's and Vili's portraits. Her uncle Frerin made sure she made a piece of jewelry every year with a member of their family's portrait inside, so she would always have her family no matter where she wound up. Anyway, Thordisa and her family had found the Shire after months of being on the road. It was lucky that they found the gentlest race in Arda to ask for help.

They lent their aid in exchange for a home and food, along with them teaching her and her mother Belvola how to repair clothing, as they hadn't had the time to truly learn from their family before everything went south. They finally managed to convince the hobbits that they needed to learn how to defend themselves. Just because they lived in the most peaceful part of the world didn't mean that nothing bad was ever going to happen.

Thordisa and her family had also taught them how to hunt, so they wouldn't starve or have to depend on trade all the time. Sometimes, you just needed to look after yourself. Thankfully, Thordisa learned everything she needed from her family. The one thing she never learned how to do was sword fighting and blacksmithing. She swore to herself that only her father would teach her those skills.

Over the years, they had grown restless from living in the Shire even if they had made great friends, while Thordisa and Frerin found their Ones in the most remarkable Hobbits. Bilbo Baggins, the Master of Bag End, and his aunt, Camellia Took. Truthfully, Bilbo looked more like a member of the Dwarrow race than a hobbit. He could grow a beard, and his hair was as long as a Dwarrow. Thordisa and her family had an inkling that Bilbo's father had been a Dwarrow. It's not to say that Bungo hadn't been his father because he loved and raised him as his own.

Anyway, they have been planning to leave with a few other hobbits to make a home in the mountains. Bilbo and Camellia knew their HeartSong's could not thrive outside a mountain. They swore that they would do what was best for them. Bilbo and Thordisa haven't started the courting process, seeing as Bilbo had all the respect in the world for Thordisa and her father. He would not do anything to jeopardize his HeartSong's honor. Her family may be around her, but it was Hobbit custom to ask the father for permission.

Thordisa and her family missed the sound of stone from within a mountain. There was nothing like it. Sure, the Rangers and Hobbits had built them a stone cottage, but it just wasn't the same as a mountain. Dwarrow's and Dwarrowdams weren't built to live above ground. They thrived inside a mountain. Thordisa wanted her One to meet her father and the members of her family that he has only heard stories about. She wanted them to know each other.

Thordisa and her family knew Hobbits were creatures of the earth, but thankfully, Bilbo and Camellia had a Dwarrow ancestor that gave them a connection to the stone, granted, they would need a garden to remain in good health, but they had told them that they could design a garden for their needs when they settled. Bilbo and Camellia were also taller than the average hobbit.

Word had reached Thordisa and her family on their travels, and they knew that a company of Dwarrow would be traveling to the Shire, so when Gandalf showed up, they knew that the Company would be headed to Bag End. Thankfully, they had already packed everything of value and sentimental meaning up and stored it in Thordisa and her family's stone cottage.

Thordisa really hoped it was her family that was coming into the Shire. She needed her father. She loved her family, but she was sad to say that they were not enough. A hole was in her heart that only her father could fill. She was a daddy's girl, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it. Hell, Dís was the same with Thordisa's grandfather, Thráin. It was a trait of all the Dams of the Dwarrow race to be daddy's girl's growing up and in every step of their life.

"Disa," she heard the voice of her mother from behind her. "Mother," she greeted when she turned around. Belvola was saddened at the lost look in her daughter's gaze. Over the years, they have tried to find Thorin, but to no avail. With each year that passes, their hope lessons and her daughter dies a little more inside. Children of the Dwarrow race thrived better when they had both parents around them. Belvola herself missed her One, but she knew he was still among the living, as she would have returned to stone long before now if that hadn't been the case. It sometimes hurt to look at her daughter, as she was the perfect image of her husband.

"We will find him," she promised her daughter. "Will we?" Thordisa asked sadly.

"Have faith, my daughter. Our creator will reunite us with Thorin," Belvola said, kissing her head. As it turned out, they were to be reunited that night.