Here's chapter two, I hope you'll like it!
The story about the stones at the end is for a really long time in my head, so I really wanted to write it down!

Anyway, reviews could be very helpful to improve my writing, so please review.

On the road:

I strike my long black hair out of my sweating face as I hobble forward, getting with each step more and more exhausted. I was only wearing slippers when the dragon arrived at the Lonely Mountain and the soles were completely damaged and half faded away. When we had to run for our lives, my ma had carried me, and my older brothers Thorin and Frerin told me that that was the last she had done. Saving my life was the last thing she did before she got burned in dragon flames. I try to wipe that thought out of my mind, but the last couple of days I couldn't think of anything else. It was two days ago that the dragon attacked Erebor, and since then we hadn't done anything different but walking. We sometimes had rested, but most people couldn't find their rest. Some dwarves had a burned skin but because there was nothing we could do about it, they had died of pain and misery. It scared me, so I tried to look the other way when something like that happened, but still I can hear their cries full of pain smashing my eardrums. My grandpa, who is leading the dwarves, insisted on avoiding Mirkwood. I know we wouldn't be welcome there, although that wasn't the reason he didn't want to go there, but that meant we had to walk a long way around it. Thraín had told me that he would find a safe place for me, for all of us, but I am starting to wonder how long that will take, how many more dwarves had to die before we could establish ourselves somewhere. But like many other dwarves, I didn't want to lose fate so I try the best I can to be strong and don't give up with putting one step after the other. People volunteered to carry me, but I certainly did not want that. The last time someone carried me it had gone terribly wrong.

I lift my head up when I hear my oldest brother's voice announce that we can have a short rest. Like many others, I immediately let myself drop on the floor to rest. My mouth is so dry, I want something to drink! And it had been ages since I also had something to eat.

My grandmother had been walking next to me most of the time, and I look up at her. She is a very strong woman, but two days of almost non-stop walking made her feel tired. I pull at her sleeve to get her attention. 'Grandma?' I ask. I pity her for losing her daughter, but she seemed to stay strong.

'Can I get something to drink and to eat? I'm starving, and my mouth is terribly dry!' I whine. She looks down at me and meet my tired and pleading eyes. 'We will get something to drink, soon. And no doubt there will be some food as well.'

'But I want it now!' I cry, but immediately stop again. Crying is what baby's do, remember? Why am I still being a baby, than? I have never seen grandma or grandpa crying. Father neither, I believe. Mother only cried of happiness, until… And Frerin and Thorin also never seemed to cry anymore. 'Grandma?' I ask again.

'Hmm, have patience, you are very young and they give the young ones and elders first.'

'Yeah, fine. But why is it that you or any other dwarf of our family never cries? Am I being such a baby?' I ask, afraid of the answer.

But my grandmother seemed to take the question seriously. 'We are from the line of Durin, princes, princesses and a king and queen. They don't cry, because we are the example for the rest of our people. If we are strong, they'll be strong. And only a strong kingdom can go through this hell. And dwarves are not a crying type, we're very different from those stupid humans.' She answers my question.

I feel inspired by her words. If we are strong, they'll be strong. Are we really such an example for the rest of the people? But I indeed have noticed how much people looked up to my grandfather, how incredibly polite they always were and they would seem to do anything for him, so much that that could be seen easily by a ten year-old.

'Can you teach me?' I ask nervously. I expect this time that my grandma would laugh, although I've never seen her laugh as well. Was that also part of being an example? Before I could ask that question my grandma already answers me.

'Well, since your mother is slipped away, I'll be taking care of you now, that was already agreed. Your father will take care of Thorin and Frerin because they need to learn more because they're older and men. You'll have to learn different things. But in these times, you'll also need to learn how to fight. I'm a bit to old for that, so your father will learn you how.'

Another hundred questions seem to rise in my head, but before I can ask them a dwarf is standing before us. I don't recognise him, but I can see what he is holding in his hands. Dinner! My grandmother takes it and I get some gross looking stew, and a bit of water.

'I don't want this.' I complain, looking at the disgusting food and the water doesn't seem very healthy either. This made my grandmother look a bit irritated.

'You will eat that, young lady! This is all that we have, and you better eat and drink it. It's this, or nothing. And with nothing you will die, so this will keep you alive.'

I lower my head and carefully taste some. It's really as disgusting as it looks, but I don't want to die so I obey and eat and drink it all.

'Let me take your cup and bowl as well, grandmother.' I say. She gives me a little thankful nod and I walk to the center of the group. I hand in our used stuff and shuffle to a bit quieter place. I wanted some time alone, but that was impossible to find here. Neither I wanted to go to far away, because they had to search me and I'll cause them extra trouble. And after all the trouble that happened, that's the last thing I wanted. Eventually I find a reasonable quiet place, but still close to the others. I sit down again and look around a bit. It's not very nice here, nothing like I am used to. But the only thing that I was used to, is Erebor, and that's gone now. I'll have to adjust to the circumstances, there's nothing more I can do.

Suddenly my eyes fall on two interesting stones. Being a dwarf, means being interested in stones. I look at them and pick them both up. I don't know yet what kind of stones it are, only that they fascinate me more than all the other stones around here did. It's not only that they're pretty, they just have something. I twist them around in my hand, and they feel very good. If there would be a palace, or even a house, of this sort of stone, I'd be living in it.

While my fantasy runs wild about the two stones in my hand, sitting there for quite a while, a shadow falls over the stones and me. I look up in the eyes of my brother Thorin.

'For the third time, Dís, we're leaving now, are you coming?'

'Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was admiring these stones, they're really nice.' I apologise.

He kneels down before me and takes over the two stones. 'They are, indeed. But you can't take them with you, Dís.' He continues, like he could read my mind.

'What? But why, I really like, love, them and-'

My brother laughs and I look at him surprised. Was I saying something ridiculous?

'No, sweet Dís, you really can't take them with you. They'll only cost extra weight, and I can see you're very tired. No one else can carry them for you, even though I wish I could. But we can't have extra weight for something we don't really need.' He gives me a loving and caring look, not something he does often, to anyone. At least, not since he has become aware of his duties as a heir to the throne. But I know that he is right, how much I wish he wasn't. I sigh and take over the stones again. 'Fine.' I say. 'But I did give them names, so could I put them somewhere nice?'

This time Thorin looks at me with a surprise on his face, and he looks like he is trying not to laugh. 'Well, how have you named them, hm? Then we could put them somewhere nice' he asks, smiling. Dwarves love stone, that's definitely true, but never before a dwarf had named a stone.

'I've named them Fíli and Kíli' I say and I lift up the stone when I say its name.

'Alright then, where would you like to put Fíli and Kíli? We have to hurry up, Dís.'

I nod and quickly scan the place. 'Over there!' I say and run to a place a couple of meters away. It wasn't a dead looking place at the others, it even had green grass growing.

I put Fíli and Kíli the stones down next to the roots of a big old tree.

'That's a nice place.' Thorin says while he stops next to me. He takes my hand in his.

'Are you coming now, Dís. We really need to go on, let's search for grandma.' He says.

'Alright than.' I give Fíli and Kíli a last look, hoping that I'll see them again and that I could keep them. 'Bye, Fíli and Kíli. Until the next time.' I say with a smile, while I strengthen my grip on Thorin's hand and walk back to the group with him, ready to leave this nasty place behind. I don't want to walk again, but I am eager to leave this place. I find grandma again and she gives me a bit of a stern look. 'I thought you'd only bring those cups and bowls back, young lady.' She says firm.

'Sorry, grandma, but-' I start but get interrupted by Thorin.

'It's alright, grandmother. She was just finding a peaceful place. She is only ten years old, remember.' He says.

'Yes, I know that. Find your father to help him, I'll take care of her again.' She says.

My hand gets passed to the one of my grandmother who stands up and gives a my hand a firm grip. My brother is off to find our father while the group of dwarves slowly starts to move again. Soon, I think. We'll all be living in a safe and peaceful place again.