Hi Everyone! Wow... it's been quite a while since I have first uploaded this story, almost ten years! It's been crazy to realise I was in high school when I first wrote this story which is why reading this back is very very cringey. I have made it a goal of mine to rewrite all of the chapters and maybe write even more? I have changed a few things as well as her name to fit more into 'lotr lore' Now, I am not an amazing writer by any means, it's just a little goal for myself to improve some of the chapters and maybe divulge more into the story line so I will say this is not a total improvement and I will still make mistakes and it'll probably won't be that much of an improvement lol. Additionally, I've made my OC into such a unrealistic character and I am trying to change that up a bit, but she still might be a little bit of a 'mary sue'(is that what it is still called?)
Prologue
The weak woman held her bundle tightly and close to her chest. Breathing heavily, she forced herself to keep running. She could hear the howls of the vicious wolves close behind her. A cry came from the bundle. The woman looked down to a small little babe, wailing with a scrunched up face. The woman kept running. Her injuries were deep and started to weaken her pace. She felt her knees buckle making her fall to the ground. Before she could muster the courage to get up, she heard a low growl behind her. The woman turned around to see that the wolves had finally caught up to her. She held her babe tighter to her chest and closed her eyes waiting for a strike to blow, but instead she was met with a wild screech from the warg. She looked to see an ax embedded in the head of the wolf making it fall to the ground. Within minutes, she saw figures emerge from the trees attacking the onslaught of the wolves. Hiding herself and her child from the violence, the woman curled herself up by a nearby tree.
It seemed like forever, but it finally got quiet. The woman only looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up to the individual coming towards her only to realise that it was a dwarf. The woman felt weak and her only purpose now was to make sure her child was safe. Realising that she only had a few minutes left, she held the bundle out the dwarf.
"Please…..take her" she choked out. "V-vinya.. Her name is Vinya.."
Vinya has only known her life to be in the Blue Mountains. Growing up she knew she was different; she felt the stares, heard the whispers, and noticed silence wherever she went. She knew Thorin Oakenshield was not her biological father nor was Dis and her sons her biological family. But they were the only people she had grown to love. Growing up, Vinya heard the stories about how the dwarves of the Blue mountains saved her real mother from vicious mountain wolves. She was told how her mother gave her to Thorin to be saved. She was told how Dis gladly accepted Vinya into her home and how Thorin's nephews Fili and Kili also accepted her, eager for a new playmate.
She knew that a lot of dwarves were dumbfounded on why the future king of Erebor would take in a half-elf, why he would share his warmth and home with a race he loathed. Vinya tried her best not to pay any heed to those thoughts and whispers, instead she focused on the love and moments she had with her makeshift family.
As time flew by, Vinya blossomed into a beautiful flower. Vinya had the appearance of an elf; white luscious hair, a lean body, and her eyes were the darkest blue you could ever imagine. However Vinya took the height of a human; only a few inches taller than Thorin. Vinya's personality was all but an elf's. She was stubborn, strong willed and had quite a temper- traits she had learned from her ward Thorin.
All in all, things were going well in the Oakenshield family. But when Vinya turned 79 on her birthday, that's when everything changed.