October 31, 1981, James Potter died protecting his wife and children. His sacrifice didn't go unnoticed, and the Valar of Arda decided to reward him. He didn't stay in the afterlife, he was going to be reborn. As he took his last breath on Earth he was taking his first breath as Prince Frerin in 2751 of the Third Age in the Lonely Mountain to the Line of Durin. He lived a happy childhood around his family in Erebor, but as children do he started growing up.

He noticed after his grandmother died, his grandfather, King Thror slowly became mad to where all he could think about was gold. It was horrifying. The Dwarrow race hadn't thought that the loss of their One could result in such madness. They prayed that King Thror's family could pull him out of his craze for gold, but not even with the love and support of his family could save him.

His madness got to the point of no return. When the elven king, Thranduil came to collect the gems he was promised from trading supplies, he was turned away accused of taking advantage of King Thror. His family was shocked because they knew that Thranduil had paid them more than enough along with supplying them with food, it was then that his family stopped supporting him, and started taking care of their people. They didn't care that their father, grandfather, and the king had forbidden the gold from leaving the mountain, their people were being cheated and they weren't going to stand for it.

It was then that Erebor was taken by a dragon. Smaug. He was a creature of Melkor.

In the settlement of Dunland that the Dwarves of Erebor stayed in Frerin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, was for once sleeping peacefully no nightmares of dragons and fire. He dreamed of beautiful green eyes, and long flowing red hair, Lily his mind supplies. He feels like he should know her but it's impossible as she's a child of man, not a Dwarrowdam. They are at school a magic school, and at first, she snubs him, but as the years pass, he rubs off on her, and eventually, they date. He sees what appears to be himself, a man with shaggy black hair and hazel eyes, 'I would make a good looking human' he thinks. More images pass through his mind that shows friends of this man named James Potter and his people. One memory plays it's a wedding James and Lily's wedding, this memory soon fades to one of war and fighting. There is a light in the darkness though, Lily is pregnant, and soon they are welcoming twins a boy and a girl, Harry, and Ruby. A man comes to them tells them of a prophecy and that they are in danger, they go into hiding and wait. The dream is happy until one day the family is betrayed by a friend. He tells Lily to grab their kids and run, she grabs them and runs upstairs, and the door flies off the wall, and in steps a pale figure, Voldemort, his mind supplies. They duel but he's not strong enough, a green light races towards him and he wakes shouting, "NO! Lily, Harry, Ruby!" his chest rises and falls rapidly. His parents, siblings, and cousins run in to check on him.

Thorin looks him over, "Frerin are you all, right?"

Frerin holds a hand up panting and trying to collect himself, "It was a dream and a nightmare."

Thorin, "About our family?"

Frerin shakes his head, "No and yes, I think."

Oin huffs, "Well out with it lad."

Frerin, "I think I lived another life, but not here, somewhere else." With that, he looks at his family and tells them about his dream. They sit and listen to him, and Oin pays close attention to him. After he finishes, they sit and digest what they have been told.

Oin nods being well versed in portents and such things nods, "I believe you are right it was you, but you're not the same as this James, and I believe that your sacrifice for your children called out to Mahal and he gave you a second chance at a new life."

Frerin nods, "You all don't think it's strange."

Thorin smiles, "It will take some getting used to but Durin has been reborn a few times."

Frerin smiles and relaxes, "Thank you, brother."

Dis looks thoughtful, "I wonder if you will have magic?"

Dwalin, "It's an honor to die for your wife and children, even if it wasn't you."

Frerin, "OI! I did die for them…Oh Mahal I wonder if they survived."

Thorin, "Get some rest our parents will return in the morning, hopefully, grandfather will be back soon." He looks at all of them, "Off to bed all of you, we have a party to have tomorrow for Frerin's majority and coming of age."

Frerin huffs, "It would be better if I was considered an adult."

Balin grins, "Don't we all."

The others take their leave bickering like the children or adolescents they still are. Thorin shakes his head and smiles at his brother, bumps heads, and leaves.

Frerin couldn't get back to sleep that night. He was worried that his family had not survived the war in his previous life. He knew, realistically, that he couldn't dwell on this unsettling feeling, but he couldn't help it. He may have been reborn into another amazing family, but this was his wife and children. He needed them to be alright. He needed them to exist somewhere. It was unnerving not having any answers about his wife and children.

As the years went by, Frerin tried not to think about what could have happened to his family, as he had responsibilities.

A few years after they settled in Dunland, king Thror called all dwarven realms to take back Moria. He wanted the gold within. The Dwarrow race wanted to ignore the summons, but when your king commands you, you come to his side no matter what your feelings about the matter were. It was that battle, that King Thror parished. He was killed by a pale orc by the name of Azog, the chieftain. He had claimed rulership of Moria.

When Thorin saw his grandfather murdered, he flew into a rage and charged the pale orc. He couldn't account for the sheer strength and bloodthirst that Azog had when facing his enemies. Thorin almost died facing the pale orc, but he held him off with nothing but a branch from an oak tree as a shield after Thorin's original dwarven battle shield was destroyed. During this battle, Thorin had cut off Azog's arm, rendering him mortally wounded. As Azog was taken back to the mines of Moria, Thorin led his people against the orcs and won the battle.

He had earned his deed name that day. He was forever known as Thorin Oakenshield. The battle for Moria was forever known as the Battle of Azanulbizar. Thorin vowed never to try and take Moria again. After the battle, he looked around for his little brother, and couldn't find him. They assumed he was deceased, but that couldn't be further from the truth. In the middle of the battle, Frerin was pushed off of a cliff and into a river. They would later receive a letter from Frerin himself, telling them to journey to the Shire and meet his One, Azalea, formally known as Lily.