So, this idea was running around for a bit in my mind but I wasn't sure if I should write it, but in the end I consult with the bunny plots and my muse, and we all agreed to give it a shot. I hope you guys like it :'v

In this AU, Smaug never came to Erebor, so the Dwarves keep living in their Lonely Mountain, however Thror, Thorin's Grandpapa, still went mad, and trow him out.

Also, there is no One Ring here, because Belladonna Baggins, nee Took destroy it in her adventure with Gandalf and also acquired Sting. Thou there still are Orcs around, unfortunately, but every world need a balance of good and evil, so just please deal with it. I've never write of this couple, but I did read a lot of fanfic about them, wherein Bilbo is female and I totally love it! So I try my hand in it, mainly because I didn't have any more stories to read about them, sadly :'v

Couples:

Fem!Bilbo x Thorin Oakenshield

Fem!Ori x Dwalin

Kili x Tauriel

Fili x Sigrid

DECLAIMER: I own nothing, that would be Peter Jackson and J.R.R. Tolkien.

Prologue

He couldn't believe it.

This couldn't be happening.

But it was.

Thorin stood in front of the throne in Erebor, the shock in his face must be reflected in every individual that was attending currently in the Great Hall of the Dwarven kingdom. The cold blue gaze of his once beloved Grandfather like iron on his person, his recent worlds still ringing in his ears and mind, but his heart still unable to believe it at all.

"What?" he couldn't keep himself from asking again, hope foolishly that his Grandfather would change his decision, but he should have known better.

"Do you wish for me to repeat myself?" the cold and empty expression on his old face resembling the stone they claim to love and feel. But this time it didn't give any of the present there any comfort, but grief. "Very well then, Thorin son of Thrain, recently named Oakenshield, as of now formerly Crown Prince to the throne of Erebor are proclaim from this day forward exile from Erebor and are no longer the heir"

"Grandfather you can't do this!" Dis, still a young Dwarrodam but loyal to her old brother, her only brother now, she thought with pain, said, desperate and horrified with that her king and kin was doing.

"Silence!" Thror scream red in the face, his voice carrying over the almost empty hall.

"But you can't just vanish him from Erebor!" Dis, still wasn't having it, no, she couldn't have her only living brother and kin exile from their homeland. Her only family.

"Silence I say! Or you should be joining your brother in exile too!" the king turns his sharp cold gaze for the first time from Thorin to his young grandchild and only girl of the line of Durin in that generation.

"But-" she was going to keep arguing, but incredibly was stopped by her brother.

"Dis, let it be, Nadith" Thorin Durins' blue eyes didn't stray from the stranger that was sitting currently in the body of his once love king and kin. When his sister was about to argue more one look from his eyes was enough to shut her up, but the pain in her eyes didn't abate.

"My King, surely this could be solved in any other way?" Balin, calm and wise, Balin didn't right know how to avoid this disaster long coming over them, but that didn't mean he couldn't try, even if he knew that his one long time friend and cousin wouldn't back out of his decision. "Or at best change a little the decreed?"

"Are you questioning me, Balin? Your rightful King?" Thror demand icily from his most trusted advisor.

"No, my King, I was simply suggesting that the former Crown Prince could be given something for the journey after all he is still your Grandson" was all the old Dwarf could said, if he couldn't get the king to reconsider sending away Thorin, then at least he could try and get him provision and something of sustenance for the long travel.

Thror curl his lip slightly, but consider his words carefully for a time, a clouded gaze fell over his eyes and everyone in the Throne Room was as still as stone and barely breathing. Balin, turn to look at the others, Dis was standing beside Dwalin his own younger brother who for all instance and purpose look as if someone has gut him with a sharp sword and he hasn't seen it coming, beside him stood equally dumbfounded Vili son of Dili, who was a childhood friend to his brother and Thorin having grown up, learning to fight and go to war together with his friends.

'How could this have come to pass?' wonder Balin mournfully, but he knew very well how, he just hasn't been able to see it coming in time.

All this argument came to be because Thror in what they were now beginning to see was getting down with Dragon-Sickness, an illness that give the holder a greed for gold and madness had decided to go and send his people to reclaim their lost Kingdom of Moria, but at the time it wasn't that evident.

And so, the Dwarven Army had been put together and in it went, Thrain, Thror only son and heir, Thorin, Vili, Dwalin, and Frerin, the youngest brother of Thorin, and a lot other Dwarves that follow their King commands and march upon the mountain, without knowing that an army of Orcs had got there first, and so they got into battle as soon as they arrive; but it didn't end well for them.

The Orcs were with the Goblins and so the Dwarves were out number and started to get massacred without mercy, it was by then that Thrain face down a pale Orc, the tallest of them all and by far the cruelest, named Azog the Defiler. Unfortunately for Thrain, he wasn't fast enough for that foe and with a brutal swipe of the sword Azog behead the Crown Prince in front of his family and army to their shocked horror.

Angry beyond reason, Frerin begin the closest to the Orc launch himself into the fray with his older brother screaming for him to stop and Vili and Dwalin shouting to wait, but the young Dwarf didn't listen too deep in his pain for his father and poorly attempt to kill the Orc but with his inexperience wasn't prepare and Azog once again claim another life from the line of Durin, trusting his sword once again and this time impaling the young one in the chest and letting him fall to the ground. By this point Thorin was within reach of them but was too late, and again watch helplessly as another of his family fell in front of his eyes.

Grinning with glee the Pale Orc turn to the last one of the line of Durin and didn't pause in stride and went to attack intending to finishing him off as the other two before him. But Thorin didn't back down, with the pain and anger running thick in his veins, he confront the monster with his shield and sword, however he too wasn't strong enough to fight him off, and Dwalin and Vili were still too far away and fighting their own problem to be able to help their friend, and could only watch in horror the battle. In barely a few minutes time Thorin has lost his shield and was in the ground with the beast almost on top of him, knowing that if he didn't do something he too would be death soon, so grabbing a branch of Oaken that was lying nearby he use it as a shield to protect himself for the assault and at the next moment he lift his sword and with a clean swipe cut off Azog arm off.

Howling with pain the Pale Orc retreat from the Dwarf, taking the attention of the battle to them, and Thorin watch with sick satisfaction as the monster was carry by some of his kin still screeching in pain and cursing about wiping the line of Durin from the earth; from there the battle made a turn form the Dwarves and still keeping the Oaken branch with him as his shield Thorin lead the attack with a mighty scream and won it, but it was at a great cost.

By the time it was over, much of their kin were dead, gravely injured or with some type of wound; they gather their dead and injured warrior and turn back home, with some help from the Elves of the Woodland Realm, that assist them as best as they could and provided them with supplies to last until reach of Erebor, they arrive home, but not as they have wish.

The mountain mourns the loss of their people specially their youngest and their Princes.

Thorin could barely comfort his little sister as it was with his own wounds and pain, and when their mother learns of the fate of one of her sons and husband, she went mad with grief and soon too she died, but of a broken heart; and again, the people of Erebor bury another royal, with heavy heart and much grief. They were on a stage of shock and pain, and yet Thror didn't appear to be grieving for his lost family and just a bit over a month after what came to be know of the Battle of Azanulbizar, he called his surviving male Grandson to a conference and demanded to know why they haven't continuing the assault in Khazad-Dum to reclaim what treasure belong to them by birth.

To say that Thorin was speechless was the understatement of the year.

And so, since then it began, the descend of Thror into madness and greed that could only be rivaled by a Dragon.

Furious and in pain that his own kin could asks him that, Thorin argue with the King until they almost came to blows, if it weren't for Balin it could have gone worse; as it was, they stop talking both Grandson and Grandfather, and they got distanced slowly until every time they see each other it ended in an argument that somehow was about the gold in some twisted way.

It came to be too much for Thorin when in a visit from the Woodland Elves, their ally, the King of the elves Thranduil Oropherion, came to retrieve an order he had given the Dwarves to make a necklace from gemstones of the fines starlight and the King of the Dwarves refuse to relinquish it after taunting him with it.

And so, after the shocked and furious Elves have taken leave form Erebor, Thorin turn his Grandfather and King and question him not from the first time in his action, but he didn't foresee that this time the argument would end different as the others before.

"You give them your word!" Thorin scream furious, even then somewhat shocked that his kin have go back on his word and even taunt the elves, and demand another payment for it; knowing that the Elven King has already pay for the necklace beforehand. "And yet, you refuse them what rightly belong to them!"

Dis, Dwalin, Vili and Balin were too shocked to even utter a word, begin at last present to what Thorin has been trying to tell them all that time, about Thror not begin in his right mind and that something was amiss with his Grandfather.

But by that time, it was too late to do anything.

"I do as I like, I am the King!" Thror bellow standing from his throne red-faced, his cold blue eyes so similar with that of his Grandson boring like hot coals of rage into the younger Dwarf. "You don't tell me what to do or how to behave insolent child! You know nothing of the world!"

"I know enough to have go to war in your place!" He accuses, reliving the trauma that was that battle, his first one, and if Mahal bid it his only one, and only succeeding in getting even more angry at remembering his Grandfather cold attitude about all the deaths he has cause with his greed, and not even caring for his family demise. "I know more than what you appear to right now!"

And it was this that prompt the King of Erebor to make his groundbreaking decision.

"Then if you know so much about the world, Thorin Oakenshield, and care to defend them so much to even side with an Elf before your kin" Thror snarl curling his lip in disgust, but still looking at his kin with cold eyes. "Then I do you a favor and decree that from this way forward, you are exile from Erebor, so as to be free to be with those you obviously deem more important than your own family and kin" At the sudden silence in the room, the king smirk with satisfaction. "I cast you out, and you are not to place a foot within Erebor or it's surrounding for as long as I shall live"

****Break****

"You cannot be serious!" Dis with her long dark hair and Durin's blue eyes filled with angry tears exclaim, pacing around the pen where they keep their ponies and war goats, in front of her only surviving brother. "Thorin, you can't let him do this!"

"It is done, Nadith" he said quietly, putting his meager belonging into the bag and tiding it to the saddle of the pony. Sighing he turn to look at his only remaining family. "Dis, the king has decree it, and if I am not out of here by sunrise it would mean my dead"

"Then let us come with you!" Vili spoke with grave voice, his eyes looking pained but his stand firm, all golden hair and light brown eyes.

"Aye, 'tis will be another adventure we can go into" agreed Dwalin with his typical gruff attitude in place, as if nothing was wrong, but if you knew him well you could detect the pain and alarm in his demeanor.

"No, you can't and you won't" Thorin decree quiet but firmly, seen his kin about to argue he stop it with his next world. "I need you all here to take care of Erebor and its people for me"

"But-" Dis, again try to argue.

"No, Dis, listen" he said even more forceful but with kind blue eyes, very similar and yet different from the ones of his Grandfathers'. "Thror is getting worse with this sickness, and eventually he will start to stop caring at all for his people and you must be here to temper it as best as you can, or he surely go to war with our neighbors or worse" seeing he got their attention, and they were listening, he continues. "If it happens then our people would suffer for his madness and greed, and then they will be defenseless against any of it, with no other Royal Family here to guide them… so you see, it is best that you all remain"

"I don't like it" Dis mutter angrily, wiping stray tears from her face furious with the situation.

"You don't have to like it, Nadith" he said more gently, giving her a hug, and ten tenderly resting his forehead against hers, in the show of affection of the Dwarves. "With me gone, it rests on you to be the light for our people, you are the Heir now" looking at her with brotherly love and some pain he continues, even if his heart was breaking, it was for the best. "I need you to be strong, and do what I can't for Erebor and its people, can you do that, Crown Princess Dis, Daughter of Thrain?"

"Aye, I can" she whispers brokenly. "But this isn't goodbye Nadad, we will see each other again, 'tis I swear to you!"

"So, may it be" Thorin murmur closing his eyes savoring the feeling of the warmth of his sister before parting from her for who knew how long. Then turn to his two best friend who were looking more solemn than ever perhaps, except from the time of the Battle of Moria.

"You don't need to ask us anything, Thorin, we know" Vili said quietly, feeling as if his family was begin thorn to pieces all over again.

"Aye, we will keep an eye on everything here and protect the Princess and our people until you return" nodded Dwalin grimacing at the prospect of what was coming, and the loss of one of his best friends.

"Where will you go?" Dis could not let go just yet, it was just too soon, too painful.

"To secure help for Erebor if it ever needs it" Thorin said simply. "I may be a disgrace Prince in exile and no longer the heir, but Erebor and its people are still my kin and family, so I will do what it I can to protect it"

Just then, Balin came from one of the secret door hidden around the mountain with another pack in his hands, and a grim expression in his rapidly aging face.

"Here you go laddie as per your request" he said sadly, giving the younger Dwarf the pack. "What will you do with it, thou?" he inquires even thou he already have an idea about what he was planning.

"What I must, and should have been done but didn't" was Thorin cryptic message that only Balin appear to understand.

Thorin turn around to mount his pony but was promptly stopped by Balin before he could take another step.

"Take this" the old Dwarf said, giving the exile Prince a little pouch.

"What? Balin, no I can't accept it" Thorin said, realizing it was money, and a good sum that would last for at least three months at best if he spends it carefully. "I already took my share of what Thror permit it, even thou he doesn't know what it was that I take"

"This is not from the treasure lad, this is something that we put together for you to help you in your travels, even if for a little" he reassures, signaling the other three Dwarves still standing there with graves expressions on their ashen face. "Please take it, so we can be a bit in peace with your leaving"

With reluctance Thorin accepted, and with a last look at his family and kin, he turn his pony around and with the heavy pain in his heart, he ride out of the pen, and out of the mountain but not without turning back and have a last sight of his family and friends.

Translation Kuzdul-English:
Nadith- Little Sister
Namad/Nadad- sister/brother

I hope that you guys review to let me know if you like it and If I should continue.