THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! This chapter contains child abuse and children going to war and the graphic death of a child.

If you want to avoid these things then don't read the flash-backs.

For those of you who want to read it and word on Dwarven aging. I have modified Dwarven aging, Dwarves in this universe will age five times slower than humans.

In the first flash-back Thorin is about 3.8 physically, Frerin is about 2.8, Dis is about 1, Dwalin is a newborn and Balin is 124 and physically 24.8. Dwalin was an unexpected baby.

In the second, Thorin is 53=10.6. Frerin is 48=9.6 and at Fifty Dwarves are about 10 years physically.

A Note of Thrain: I've made Thrain mad for longer that Thror. Thrain died on the battlefield making Thorin the rightful King.

Chapter 11

Even though Thorin was only nineteen years old, he knew something was wrong with his family. When he, Frerin and Dis were with Mister Fundin, Mister Balin, Mrs Mister Fundin and Baby Dwalin, everybody was always smiling and laughing and when he slipped once and hurt is hands and knees, Mrs Mister Fundin even hugged him! She was nice and didn't wack him till he stopped crying or tell him he was being a baby. Mother didn't do that, Mother had no time for crying children, even Dis was pushed aside when she was sad. Thorin always took care of Dis and Frerin, if Dis or Frerin did something wrong then Thorin would say he did it just so Father wouldn't leave nasty black and blue marks on Frerin's arms and Dis' legs.

Thorin was very scared of Father, Father was very viscous and nasty if Thorin made even one mistake. The first time that Father hurt Thorin so bad that he needed a healer, he had gotten three answers out of twenty wrong on a test that Father and Grandfather had made for him. Father was so mad that he grabbed Thorin by the arm and shook him so hard that his shoulder dislocated, that was four years ago now.

Thorin always worked hard and was top of everything but that was never enough for Father nor Grandfather in later years.

The Company was seated in a circle backs to each other as they had a break for a small lunch. As Bilbo watched the trees around them he felt as if he was being watched and every few minutes he would see clusters of sparkling eyes staring hungrily at the company. He had already warned his companions about the eyes, so when they were quiet suddenly surrounded by gigantic spiders the Company was prepared for them.

Because they kept their backs to each other the fight was much less dangerous than it could have been. Bilbo had extended the large blade hidden in the side of his Stave making it look like a thick handled scythe. Bilbo was the first to see the twenty Elven warriors descend upon them. He quickly hid himself. The spiders scattered when it became obvious that they were outnumbered, the Elves quickly turned their blades and bows on the Dwarves. The Dwarves, exhausted from lack of food and sleep were easily taking into custody.

Bilbo followed the Elves and the Company closely he dare not say anything in case he was discovered. And so he continued to follow until the Dwarves were brought before the Elven King, Bilbo wasn't entirely sure what to make of him, he held a terrible sadness in his eyes, though to look at him you would think the Elven King to be a living marble statue, there was no emotion on his face nor even his posture.

The Elven King took one look at Thorin standing before his throne and ordered the Dwarves to be locked away in separate cells, Thorin was taken further down in to the older parts of the dungeon Bilbo followed him as he was taken. After four flights of stairs, Thorin was thrown into a random cell. Soon the Elves left them alone, Bilbo approached the cell and called out, "Thorin, are you hurt?"

"Bilbo?" Came the whispered reply.

"It's me, I'll find a way to get you out of here I promise."

Three weeks later and Bilbo finally had an escape plan, it couldn't be put into action for almost a week. The Elven King was throwing a banquet to celebrate an Elvish holy day that Bilbo hadn't heard of and was almost sure was made up so the Elven King could have an excuse for a party.

Bilbo stole down to Thorin's cell after telling the other members of the Company about his plan, it to some arguing but eventually they agreed.

It was Twenty Nine years after Smaug attacked, when the Dwarves of Erebor attacked the Orcs that had taken up residence in the Ancient Halls of Moria. Thorin stood next to Frerin, both of them in armour far too big for their young bodies. Thror and Thrain had decreed that every Darrow fifty years and older was required to fight. Frerin, while only Forty-Eight, was roped into the mad scheme because he was a prince of Durin's line.

Thorin and Frerin promised to stay next to each other during the fight and so when Frerin fell under the blade that slew their Father and Grandfather not ten minutes before, Thorin was close enough to be drenched in his brother's blood. When the monstrous Pale Orc turned his sights on Thorin, he ran and the Orc laughed as he gave chase. Thorin ducked when he heard the whistling of a blade behind him, he just managed to avoid being beheaded.

Thorin soon found himself close to the walls of Moria where several Oak trees grew, he slipped between one of them and the wall of stone. Miraculously Thorin still had a blade in his hand, over the noise of the fighting he heard the large footfalls of the Pale Orc. A rough blade was thrust behind the tree and almost gutted him. Thorin fell out the other side of the tree, he scrambled back wards keeping the next Oak at his back. The Orc approached with his blade raised he swiped at Thorin hitting his sword arm. Thorin lost his grip on his sword and was backed up against the tree, he dogged the next swipe, which dislodged a thick branch, in a desperate bid to save himself he grabbed the branch and held it out, it blocked a swing of the Orc's other weapon, a large mace the head of which was bigger than Thorin's torso, but Thorin knew that his new shield would not protect him from the Orc's sword. Thorin dropped to his knees and grabbed a discarded sword, he swiped at the Orc and then ran, and if he had looked back he would have seen that the Orc was holding the stump of his arm.

Thorin kept running until he reached the spot where Frerin had fallen, Thorin ignored the retreating Orcs and fell to his knees beside his brother's headless body and wept. He stayed in his position until he was scooped up by Balin, he watched as Frerin was placed on a stretcher and taken away. Thorin stayed silent of weeks, he would only interact with Dis and Dwalin, both of whom barely understood what had happened but both were happy to have a new playmate. It would be many years until Thorin was ready to take up the mantle of King.

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