Summary: Bazani searches for that Dwarf and Thorin is pressured about his heir
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The Queen of Erebor walked through the halls of the kingdom, peering at every dwarf she came across. She had to find the dwarf from last night. If she had help, she knew she could easily oust Bilbo. Even get rid of him for good. The dwarf had looked vaguely familiar. And he had been wearing the crest of the Iron Hills. With that thought, she went to Thorin's secretary, Balor. She entered his office without knocking. Queen's prerogative and all that.
"Balor! Tell me quickly, what dwarves arrived from the Iron Hills?"
"Um, very few my Queen. We invited all the lords and ladies, however there was a problem with the crops. Due to this, the only Iron Hill dwarf to arrive was Dain's son Thorin Stonehelm and his guards."
And the guards would be at the walls. So the person glaring at the hobbit was Thorin's relative? With a small smile, Bazani enquired where Stonehelm's rooms were and headed in that direction. What would she even say to him? "Hi, I'm the Queen of Erebor, want to help me kill a harmless hobbit?" That would go down well. She shook herself out of her thoughts and knocked on the door in front of her. It was, thankfully, opened by Thorin Stonehelm himself.
"My Queen. Do you need something?"
Inspiration struck.
"Yes Stonehelm. I have an important mission for you from Lord Dwalin himself. May I enter?"
The dwarf lord stepped back, allowing the Queen to enter his room.
"A mission? From Lord Dwalin?"
"Aye. We discovered that the king's hobbit is a traitor. He is working with the Mirkwood elves to steal from the Erebor vaults and usurp the throne from the King. But, Thorin is blinded by his heart. He refuses to believe us. You are family to Thorin. We need you to keep and eye on Bilbo and when the time is right, to strike."
"Strike?"
"Kill the hobbit Lord Stonehelm. It has to be done. Can we trust you?"
"Of course. I will not let you down my Queen."
Bazani dropped into a courtesy and let herself out of the room. Stonehelm shut the door after her, disbelief in his eyes. His room was silent, until the door to the adjoining bathing rooms opened.
"It is as we feared. Bazani wishes to kill my brother's one."
"So it would seem."
"Keep an eye on her Stonehelm. Do not let any harm come to the hobbit. Am I clear?"
"I will protect him with my life Prince Frerin."
Thorin hated the council sometimes. Yes, he knew that crops and crop rotations were important, but to spend four hours discussing them?
"And our final item on the agenda today is your heir Thorin."
Thorin looked to the dwarf who had spken. Lord Kilor Stonehewn. Very traditional dwarf, but a good one. Thorin considered him a friend.
"What of my heir Lord Kilor?"
"Where is it?"
"With all due respect my lord, dwarven pregnancies are difficult. My wife and I are trying, however, nothing has happened. But do not worry. There is still time."
"Actually, there's not."
Thorin straightened in his chair.
"What do you mean there's not?"
"The laws state that if a king has no birth heir by his tenth year of reign, the throne will go the next Lord in line."
"Aye, Fili or Frerin."
"Not them. Remember, Frerin gave up his claim to the throne to be with his One. That Bofur fellow, a miner, a commoner. And Fili is not ready to be King. It would go to Dain."
"Dain! He has no clue at all how to rule a kingdom of this size. Mahal only knows what he could do to it."
"Exactly. Your wife must be impregnated before the ear ends. That is four months Thorin. And if there id no announcement of a royal pregnancy by then, you will lose your throne."
A/N Done. R&R please. And yes, in my fic, Frerin lives, as will Vili, Dis' husband. Next chapter, Stonehelm reports to Frerin and Bofur is concerned about his husband.