Hello my dear readers!

I just want to tell you that I probably change some minor things and add something of my own. Nothing big though! Also I warn you that there WILL be swearing.

This first chapter is kind of sad but it won't be in the future!

Enjoy!

-Rin, 16 years old-

"Look! There she is!"

"Hah! Trying to hide her hideous face with a hood! Pathetic!"

"Freak!"

Rin groaned when she passed them, all the while trying to hide her face from them, even though they already saw her. This was not new for her. Ever since other children noticed that she looked more like a human than a dwarf, she became an outcast. An outsider.

You see, she didn't have the beginning of a beard or even extra hair like all the other children in her age did. It was unnatural. It has never happened before! That's why it doesn't matter that she is royalty, they started to hate her for being different.

Luckily she had her father, Frerin by her side. He didn't care that she was different. He loved her deeply. And Rin loved him too. Her aunt Dis, Uncle Thorin and cousins Fili and Kili, were okay but they were nothing compared to her father.

Sadly her mother, Melvira died when giving birth to her. That means, she never had a mother or siblings. That's why her father was so important to her. He was her everything.

She is many times told by her father and others who knew her, that she looked just like her. With her orange hair, slender face and body and her beautiful green eyes. In fact, she looked nothing like her father or uncle does.

Rin finally got away from the other children and headed for his father who should be in the only palace of the dwarf village. Her home. She had heard stories about Erebor, the magnificent dwarf kingdom which should be her home and not this little dwarf village, built for only dwarves, after Erebor was destroyed. And it would have been, if Smaug hadn't come and claimed it.

Sure they managed to win Moria's battle but with great loss. Not only her grand-grandfather Thror was killed and grandfather Thrain was either killed or taken captive, but hundreds and hundreds of dwarves were also killed in the process. That's why they didn't live in there. It was too much pain for them. Of course there still lived other dwarves, but not the line of Durin. We lived in here.

Rin finally arrived to the palace and saw many people, but not her father in there. Where was he? She searched from many rooms, but just couldn't find him. Then she saw someone else who could know where he is.

"Uncle!" she said when she reached him. Thorin turned, looked down and saw his little niece standing next to his legs. "Yes, Rin? Something in mind?" he asked and settled down to her level smiling.

"Do you know where father is?" she asked and just then she could hear him shout to her behind her. With a smile coming to her face, she turned and ran to Frerin's arms. He embraced his little daughter and nodded to Thorin in greeting.

"And what have you done today, my dear? Did you play with Fili and Kili?" he asked while looking down at her. Rin shook her head and pouted, "No, but I got bullied again by other children. Will they ever stop it dad? It hurts hearing what they say about me..."

Frerin also settled down like his big brother had, and answered, "Yes my dear, it will stop, but right now you have to be strong. Can you promise me that you will be stong?" she nodded with teary eyes. "Yes dad, I promise. And can you promise that you will never leave me alone?" Frerin also nodded and looked at her answering,

"Yes my dear, I promise."

-Two weeks later-

Rin was pacing in her room. Her father and uncle had been called for help by some other dwarves in trouble. Orcs had attacked them and they needed more people.

She had tried to stop her father from going, but it was his duty to help. They had been gone for a week already and she feared the worst.

*Knock Knock*

She ran for her door immediately hoping beyond hope that it was his father. But when she opened it, she saw her uncle instead. He was badly bruised and covered in blood. She was still so small so she of course stepped away from him in fear of blood and so.

"Rin! I have something to tell you..." he started with a pained expression in his face.

"Where's my dad? Where is he?" she asked, now totally scared of the answer. And she was right because Thorin then said,

"Rin... Your father... My little brother... Is dead..." tears were now forming in her eyes. Dead? Impossible! But he had jus-just... "He was killed by an orc in the battle. I couldn't save him..." he continued.

What had she done to deserve this? Not only was her mother long dead, her father now joined her. And she was just 16! A child! Her last words were, before she fainted from the shock,

"But he promised..."

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TheSarcasticAngel