Here is the third chapter:D

It's different from the other two and from those that will come:D

I wrote it from three other perspectives: Thorin's, Gandalf's and Velveteen's.

(I really like Vel's perspective^^)

But if you like the other perspectives I may think of using them again;)

So enjoy.

Ps: In this chapter you will probably learn a bit more about Nalia, but not everything(the most things will come when she tells Thorin)... But I don't want to tell too much:P just read

AND REVIEW;P

Thorin Oakenshield

The next morning needed long to come and Thorin hadn't closed his eyes even for half an hour. His tired eyes first let Nalia's silhouette go when she slowly stood up and stroked Velveteen.

"You look not well my lord!" Balin said as they sat on the ponies again.

"Tell me something I don't know." Thorin muttered.

"Your mad about her, don't you?"

"Would you like to be treated like that?"

"No, milord. But… I'm sure she didn't meant it."

"She meant every single word!"
"Oh, come on."

Gandalf joined them: "I know Nalia… much better then her own family and I can tell you: Nalia never lies! But frankly, she overreacts from time to time."

Thorin showed a bitter smile: "From time to time."

Gandalf the grey

Gandalf considered if it's still such a good idea to have Nalia of the Fiery Mountain with them. The fact Thorin did not kill her… that was one to nothing for Nalia.

Gandalf knew just a bit about her past.

She was the daughter of king Hreon of the Fiery Mountain and his deceased wife Lady Atalia.

The king had married another woman when Nalia was a young girl. But his new wife died also and it is said that Naila has somehow to do something with her death.

Later king Hreon relegated her because of that and something other Nalia hadn't told him, 'til she marry a prince or made him pride in another way.

No one knew what she had done, except the king, Nalia and himself, Gandalf.

The black haired she-dwarf was no sword-warrior. She could handle a sword and escape only just with her live in battle. She was no archer because she couldn't stretch the bowstring.

Nalia only had one gift or, how her father said, curse. She had a kind of ma…

"What are you thinking about, mister Gandalf?" Dori asked him.

"Well, master dwarf, I was thinking about the things I know about lady Nalia."

"Would you join it with us?"
"Forgive me. I can only tell you the things, she tells you."
"Of cause."

"Thank you."

Gandalf ran his sorrel and closed up to Thorin and his brown pony.

"Thorin. Why you look so tired?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Why? Because Nalia hurt you?"

"No."

"Tell me the reason, milord."

"No… it's silly and… ugh… no."

"It's about her, right?"
"Yes, but…"

"And you didn't kill her for what she said."

"That's it! Why I haven't hurt her, Gandalf?"

"Do you care about her?"

"I guess… I guess I care about how she thinks about me. And when she said these things… I didn't know how to feel… Wait. Why I'm telling you this?"

"Maybe you needed to tell someone."

"Huh... I'm changing, Gandalf. She changes me. Two days and she changes me."

Velveteen the Wise

When the rain started, Vel was far more than grumpy.

She hated rain. It's wet and cold and the fur is heavy and holds you cold until it's dry again.

For that the white pony envied the two-legs. They just throw of their fur and take on another. Normally Nalia would do something that Velveteen felt well but with the other dwarfs and their stupid ponies she just excused she couldn't do anything.

Stupid ponies, stupid dwarfs, stupid weather and STUPID JURNEY!

Vel was used to carry Nalia and her luggage long days. But they didn't came far every day, didn't had any dainties (for horses resp. ponies) and were smoking and laughing the whole time and didn't even make lunch hour.

Then suddenly she saw a pony stopped and waiting for her and her rider.

Not this stupid 'prince' again.

"Hey prince! She doesn't want anything from you! So get away or I'll make you!" she neighed, put back her ears and bit in his direction.

"Seems like your pony doesn't like me." Oakenshield said over the rain.

"Right, I don't like you!"

"Velveteen and I have the same feelings."

"Yes, Nalia… Go on and punch him again!"

"Please… I want you to forgive me my prejudice."

"No, we won't forgive you! Say him Nalia!"

"This is not that easy. It's like I want you to remember!"

"You hear, prince! REMEMBER! Concern your brain! Do you have one?"

"I… I can't! Please… I… I want it… I want it so badly!"

"Then CRY!"

"Sorry then. I'm not going to tell you soon."

"We are going to win!"

"Then, just forgive me, for my prejudice. Give me another chance. Please."

"Beg on your knees and we are not going to forgive you!"

Nalia looked down to the mare's mane. A few seconds later she said: "Sounds fair."

"What?! NO! Bad idea."

"Thank you, milady."

"My pleasure, prince." She said and he grinned.

"I hate it, when I'm ignored!"

Nalia of the Fiery Mountain

When they stopped Nalia just heard Gandalf running away, in bad mood.

"Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked.

"To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense!"

"And who's that?" Bilbo was startle.

"Myself, Mister Baggins!"

The black haired she-dwarf followed the way back Gandalf came from.

Thorin stood there and gnashed his teeth.

The way to his viewpoint was fast traversed and Nalia tried hard not to beat him with her clenched hand.

"What have you done?" She yelled.

"I made a decision."

"Bad decision if the grey pilgrim runs away!"

"It's not my fault!"

"What did you say to him?"

"That I don't want the advice of my enemy."

"Your enemy?"

"The elves!"

"Oh you foolish, stubborn, self-pityingly… Ugh! I wished I would have gone with him!"

"You think I'm self-pitying?" His voice was low and was it a bit fragile?

"You had changed that much since I saw you! In those days you would have taken every advice you could've get when you needed it! And now you need it far more then ever!"

"Tell me, what was I like?"

"Pardon me?"

"I want to know how I was when you met me."

"You really want to hear that?"

"I do."

"Okay then… er… you were gentle and polite, a proud man. You were a kind of funny and you had every time a smile on your face."

"Tell me more!" He said while staring deep in her forest-green eyes.

"You helped when you could and nothing was too much for the prince under the mountain."

"Go on!" He breathed.

"You were strong, you were the reason why my life went the way I'm on." Was there a glimmer of admiration?

She chuckled when she said: "But of all, you were not self-pityingly!" and he emulated her deeds.

Suddenly Fili and Kili ran against and shouted: "Uncle! Uncle!"

She saw that Thorin let her eyes go unwillingly and butterflies stormed her stomach.

No! I don't feel that way! I don't!

"What happened?"

The brothers talked across each other and Thorin lifted his hands: "Slowly! Now again, what happened, Fili?"

"You told us to look after the ponies, so we did. But then there was a problem."

"What problem?"

"You know we had 16 ponies. They were 14!"

"Where are the two?"

"Well…" Kili began "Now there are 4 missing… and Bilbo."

"Bilbo? What happened?"

"Trolls!"

So third is over too.

What do you think:D

Please review;P

next will come soon and tell me if you want to have that 'changing perspective'-thing :D