Hello and welcome! :) I recently re-watched these movies and was reminded how much I love them, and thus I became inspired!

Here's a Full Summary:

Dahlia Ironfoot, daughter of Dain, was Prince Thorin's betrothed. But that was all before Smaug the dragon attacked the Dwarven kingdom of Erebor and sent the dwarves fleeing from their homeland. Now, many years later, a quest to reclaim the kingdom will reunite them and either drive a wedge between them or bring them ever closer.

Will follow all three Hobbit films. (ThorinxOC)

I do not own! All belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson, etc.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy this adventure! :)


~Prologue~

He was being watched. Of that, Thorin was certain.

Could he not just enjoy a quiet pub dinner in peace? Apparently not.

For the most part, the Prancing Pony seemed like quite a lively place, but there were three men who were giving him dark stares from across the room from various dark and quiet corners of the pub.

He continued to eat, slowly, cautiously, before gathering his belongings and heading out the back door of the pub, noting that the three men who had been intently eyeing him from the moment he had stepped through the door of the Prancing Pony, moved to follow him.

Thorin gripped his sword tightly, waiting to draw it until they were off the pub grounds.

And rightly so, for, as he had expected, the men were armed.

Thorin turned and swung his sword upwards - the men were taller than him, but he was not only a skilled combatant, but a warrior as well.

He knocked down one, then the other, realizing almost a moment too late that he had his back turned to the third.

Before the other man could strike him from behind, the man gave a pained cry and collapsed, revealing a cloaked figure holding a bloody knife.

Thorin gripped his sword tightly and faced this new figure.

"Thorin Oakenshield, reckless as ever," a female voice spoke. Then she reached up and pushed the hood of her cloak back to reveal fiery red hair.

Thorin almost dropped his sword in surprise. "Dahlia!"

She smiled. "Thorin." Then she knelt before him, bowing her head. "My Prince."

"Stand, My Lady, and face me as my friend and equal."

Dahlia did so, rising to stand before him. They stared at each other for a long moment before she jumped into his arms, and he pressed their foreheads together tenderly.

"I've missed you," he whispered.

"And I you."

"Ah hem." Their tender reunion was broken apart by someone nearby clearing their throat. Thorin turned to see a tall man in long grey robes with equally long and grey hair and beard. "I really don't mean to intrude, but the weather is rather ghastly and I cannot do any plotting on an empty stomach."

"Who's this?" Thorin asked defensively.

"An ally," Dahlia answered.

Heading back inside the warmth of the pub, they found that Thorin's half-eaten plate was still sitting on the table.

"You gonna finish that?" questioned Dahlia. Thorin responded by pushing the plate towards her.

"So who are you then?" he asked, eyeing their so-called 'ally'.

"I suppose I should introduce myself."

"That would be nice, yes."

"My name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey."

"A wizard," chimed-in Dahlia excitedly. "Though I have yet to see any magic..."

"I know who you are," Thorin told the Grey Wizard.

"Well then," Gandalf chuckled. "What a fine chance. Tell me, What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree."

"I received word that my father had been seen wandering the wild not far from here."

Dahlia stopped eating. "Thrain lives!"

But Thorin did not share in her excitement and remained serious. "I went looking, but found no sign of him."

"Thorin, it's been a long time since anything but rumour was heard of Thrain."

"He still lives, I'm sure of it," Thorin insisted. "My father came to see you before he went missing - what did you say to him?"

"I urged him to march upon Erebor. To rally the Seven Armies of the Dwarves, destroy the dragon and to take back the Lonely Mountain. And I say the same to you: take back your homeland."

Thorin eyed the wizard, then Dahlia. "This is no chance meeting, is it."

"No," Gandalf confirmed. "It is not. The Lonely Mountain troubles me, Thorin. That dragon has sat there for long enough, and soon enough, darker minds will turn towards Erebor. I ran into some rather unsavory characters whilst traveling to meet Lady Dahlia. They mistook me for a vagabond."

"I imagine they regretted that."

"Oh, they did. Very much so. One of them was carrying a message-" Gandalf pushed a torn piece of parchment across the table towards Thorin. The parchment bared sharp, dark writing. "It's Black Speech." Thorin drew his hand away from where he had been reaching out to get a closer look at the writing. "A promise of payment."

"For what?"

"Your head," Dahlia spoke. "Someone wants you dead, Thorin. Now is the time to act."

"Exactly," agreed Gandalf. "Thorin, you can wait no longer. You are the heir to the throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the dwarves and together you have the might and power to take back Erebor and reclaim your home. Summon a meeting of the seven dwarf families and demand they stand by their oath."

"The Seven Armies swore that oath to the one who wields the King's Jewel," countered Thorin. "The Arkenstone. It is the only thing that will unite them, and in case you've forgotten, that jewel was stolen by Smaug."

Gandalf leaned in closer towards the prince across the table. "What if I were to help you reclaim it?"

"How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away beneath the feet of a fire-breathing dragon."

Gandalf smirked. "Yes it does - which is why we're going to need a burglar."

Cue the Hobbit theme! ;) And we're off! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed the start of this story! :)