- Chapter 1; When will my life begin? - (Belinda Point of View)

A small grey lizard shot out from a small opening in a window, high up in a tower made out of dark rock. He pressed himself against the stone as his skin turned the same color. Just in time for the window was flung open by a young woman with long golden hair. The girl looked around and smirked.

-Hmm... Nobody here... I guess Gandalf hid somewhere else...

The lizard chuckled but squealed when a lock of hair curled around his ankle and dragged him up to hang upside down.

-Gotcha! The girl giggled as he pouted, turning back to his normal color. So far it's 20 out of 21. How about 1 out of 23?

Gandalf glared at her.

-Okay, well, what do you want to do? Belinda asked as she leaned against the railing.

The little lizard shot her a look and gestured for the ground with his tail.

-I don't think so. I like it in here and so do you! She said, giggling some more when the lizard blowed a raspberry. Come on, it's not that bad...

She grabbed the small creature and jogged inside, her long hair dragging behind her. Throwing a lock of it high into the air, it curled around a lever and, with a pull, Belinda opened the window.

- 7 AM, the usual morning lineup:

Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.

As she sang, she began cleaning the room.

And so I'll read a book

Or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit

And cook and basically

Just wonder when will my life begin?

Once she had cleaned everything, she began occupying herself. She grabbed some of the books from her shelf, painted the walls that were not occupied yet by her drawings and cooked herself a meal.

-Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking

Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,

Sew a dress!

And I'll reread the books

If I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more,

I'm sure there's room somewhere.

And then I'll brush and brush,

And brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been.

After she had eaten, she continued on her activities, but any could see she wasn't excited about them. She had done all of these things so many times before she just didn't feel any joy in them. She moved a tapestry to uncover a new portion of wall and began painting a dark night sky filled with shining lights of all colors.

-And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'

And wonderin' and wonderin'

When will my life begin?

And tomorrow night,

Lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year.

What is it like

Out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older,

Father might just

Let me go ...

With a sight, Belinda went back to the window and looked out longingly at the wild forest that surrounded her house. And she wondered when she would finally start living.

- Chapter two; Heist - (Thorin Point of View)

In the kingdom of the Shire, three forms were jumping along the roof of the castle. Two were large deformed bodies. The third was slightly smaller but wide and long had long black hair. As the guards passed, the shorter of the group stared down to make sure they had not been spotted. Looking up, his gaze fell on the large mountain and his heart ached at the thought of his home.

-Oakenshield! The larger of the orcs hissed. Come on!

-Azog, are you certain this is it? The dwarf asked.

-"You may return once you have found the most precious of treasures." The orc said. The crown of the lost princess is made out of the one and only Arkenstone. There's nothing more precious than it in the whole world.

-The Arkenstone... The hearth of the mountain... Oakenshield sighed, lost in his thought.

-Yup, and once we get it, you can return it to your precious mountain. Bzog, Azog's son hissed, grabbing the dwarf and tying him with a rope.

Carefully, they opened the window that stood over the precious tiara, guarded by many elves. Quietly, the orcs lowered their companion down, closer and closer to their objective. Steadying his breath, the dwarf grabbed the tiara and shoved it into his satchel. But the object had not been touched for a long while, and a small cloud of dust rose when he touched it. Bitting his lip, Oakenshield tried as hard as he could to hold it in, but sneezed half-way up.

-Bless you. A guard called from his post before he realised what was going on. STOP! THIEF!

The orcs pulled the third of their party up and they all rushed to get away as quickly as possible. As they hurried down the road that led to the forest, the dwarf looked over his shoulder to check if they were followed.

-This was oddly easy. He said.

-Don't speak to soon, Thorin, son of Thrain. We are not out of the woods yet. Azog hissed as they continued running.