A deep humming noise drew her gaze to the small green door, the words of the tune flowing in the wind to her ears. She eyed the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. The door opened with soft creek, Gandalf stood crouching to see out, a knowing look in his eye.

'Please come in.' He said stepping out of the way. The large entrance hall filled with the male presence of 10 or more dwarves each looking her over. 'Welcome to the company of Thorin Oakenshield my dear.'

'Wait Gandalf! We have our 14th member in the form of Mr Baggins; at no point did I ask you to find another burden for us to carry especially a woman.' One stepped forward to address the wizard.

'Mr Baggins is not coming, so we are back to our merry 13.' Killi put forward offering out his hand to her.

'I come here neither for you; nor anyone other than my family. To honour my father and mother of Eorstor, I will not be a burden; I can look after myself and heal others.' Cautiously she took the young dwarfs hand.

'Your father Eorstor did nothing when Smaug came; he stood by and did nothing while my father perished for his love of gold. What use is it to send his daughter to us now; tell him to go to hell when you return to your nurse maid.' The first dwarf said, his bitterness stung her, his company around him shocked by the sentiment.

'How dare you speak of my father in such a way when he is not here to defend himself, I told you Gandalf that this fool would not want my help.' Her eyes stung with tears as she turned back to Thorin. 'I will not be able to convey your message as my father I dead, he died long before Smaug took your precious kingdom, which excuses him for the duty of coming to your father's aid. What say you to the charge of your father not even paying his respects to his oldest friend?' Tears escaped her. 'You have nothing to say because it is not your crime to answer too, yet you stand there and accuse me.'

'Onya, please.' Gandalf said. His frustration mounting as the young woman left from the door she entered. 'You stubborn, foolish dwarf!'

Onya took a deep breath, looking out over the town. The door opened behind her and Gandalf came out his face solemn.

'You are an honourable woman Onya; I pray you will not let the stubbornness of the dwarf stop you from fulfilling your destiny?' He placed a hand on her shoulder. 'He is blinded by ill-feeling and anger, many have refused to come to his aid, have told him it is his battle and one he must face alone. I ask you to look inside your heart, to see that he too has suffered for his parents choices.'

'I will come, I will not let give HIM the satisfaction of stopping me from doing what is right and expected. I will spend the evening out here and be ready at sunrise to leave, thank you Gandalf for showing me the path.' She wiped the tears from her face and offered a small smile. 'I am sorry for how I spoke with you yesterday, I was wrong to take out my frustration.'

'My dear, do not think of it again. If you reconsider, there is a warm hearth with your name on it.'