Chapter Summary: And so Mahal is born!


Ambrdeth pants softly the contractions hitting her hard. Oh she is going to kill Thrain when he finally get here! The midwife is smiling knowingly as she goes about her business. Finally her husband enters the room, his brown hair messy he latches onto her hand.

"I'm sorry I'm late… Father…"

"It's alright….. You're here…. now," she gasps softly. Her brown eyes scrunch up on pain. The labor is long and intensive. When it all said and done they have a son to dote upon. The little one already has a tuft of his mother's black hair and his father's blue eyes. She smiles up at Thrain.

"He's perfect."

"He is. What do you want to name him?"

"Thorin."

"Thorin it is then."

And so the Line of Durin gained a new member and Eru's punishment begins. Though it doesn't go the way he meant it to. The line of Durin gains two more to their line and a Dragon rages on the mountain. Ambrdeth dies a painful death in front of her children as a flaming beam crashes down onto her. Her sons scream their pain out and her daughter cries when her oldest brother forces them to move. To run out of the only home they know. They see the Elven Lord on his Elk on the ridge just watching their pain. He does nothing to help them and Thorin closes off a piece of his heart. Why should he love a race who shows no love to his? Men slowly get closed out of his heart as well, they look down on his people. Weak from his grandfather's mad hope to reclaim Moria. He loses his grandfather, his father and almost his brother. It's a miracle that Frerin doesn't die on that battlefield. Some other worldly power saves his brother though he will never be the same. But Thorin takes it as he leads his people. People who whisper that he must be Durin reborn or maybe even Mahal himself. The Halflings, weak, useless things that they are send food to them as they make a new home in the Blue Mountains. It helps and while he still thinks little of them he doesn't hate them as he does the others.

He dreams of taking back Erebor but knows it's too soon. Instead he'll keep an eye on this miner that seems a bit too keen on his sister and help his little brother learn to move without his sight.

"Este….."

"What? We may have wanted the fighting to stop but…. That is too much loss… I…. I had to do something."

"Eru won't be pleased."

"Eru can kiss my tooshie."


AN: Sorry I suck at birthing scenes. This chapter and the one that will follow are kinda filler. Getting them born and their fellow Valar helping in small ways. I'm not sure where I shall go after those but I'll think of something ^^