Hey, it's been a kajillion years since I was on this site last. I have some new stories and I hope my writing has improved over the years. I admit I got caught up in another fandom over on Ao3. I will be taking down all my stories except my new ones I am working on. My vampire diaries stories are up for adoption. I do use a lot of the dwarves language and in my other story a lot of Sindarin. I will supply the words I used and the translations at the beginning of every chapter. That being said, welcome to my tale.

I DON'T OWN THE HOBBIT OR LORD OF THE RINGS.

Amad - Mother

Adad - Father

Gehyith - Little Dove

Irak'Amad - Aunt

Irak'Adad - Uncle

Namad - Sister

Uzfakuh - My Greatest Joy

Baheluh - Friend of all Friends

Muhudel - Blessing of Blessings

Nadad - Brother

Kidhuzurâl - Golden One


An iron poker was jabbed into burning hot coals. A thick log was placed on the burning embers, stirring up clouds of smoke and ash.

On a couch, a few feet away was a dwarrowdam surrounded by her family. Two little boys and one little girl sat before their mother.

"Tell us a story Amad!" The middle boy cried out. He had his father's Durin blue eyes and his mother's soft brown hair.

The dwarrowdam patiently combed out her daughter's fiery blonde hair. "What tale do you want to hear tonight?"

"How did you and Adad meet?" The little girl winced as the wooden comb caught on a knot in her hair.

The two boys groaned in disgust.

"We don't want to hear about that mushy stuff." The oldest scoffed.

The girl pouted. "It's not mushy!"

"Quiet, children." The dwarrowdam smiled. She brushed out her daughter's hair for a few minutes. "Your Adad and I met a long time ago. At first, I rejected him."

"Why Amad?" The middle boy leaned against his mother. "Didn't you like him?"

"Oh, I loved him. I still love him." The dwarrowdam smiled as she thought back to those days of so long ago.

"Then why did you reject him?" The older boy looked up at his mother with his brow furrowed.

"Because I thought he deserved another." The dwarrowdam paused as she saw that all she was doing was confusing her children. She resumed brushing her daughter's hair as she began her tale. "Long ago, just after the battle that nearly took your father and uncle's lives, Erebor stood finally freed from the dragon. Many dwarves came to see and live in the mountain. My best friend and I were some of them."

"You mean Aunt Aviva?" The oldest piped up.

"Yes. Aviva is my dearest friend." The dwarrowdam began braiding her daughter's hair. "I came as a healer. Aviva was a weaver and tailor." The dwarrowdam laid a gentle hand on her daughter's head to keep still. "If you want to hear this, you need to be still, Gehyith."

"Yes, Amad."

The young girl held very still as her mother thought about how to tell her story."Your Irak'Amad and I had just set up our stalls in the mountain when we came across our first sight of the royals."


"Salana." A voice whispered harshly.

Salana turned to see her closest friend Aviva wave her over from her stall.

Salana was on her way to the healing rooms. Salana's craft was healing. She had a gift with herbs and salves that was pretty impressive. She was hoping to get an apprenticeship with the famed Master Oin of King Thorin's company.

Aviva was a tailor. Her works were beautifully crafted. Delicate and even embroidery and the most precise stitching graced her clothes. Back in the Blue Mountains, the race of Man paid good coin for what she made.

Salana detoured over to Aviva's stall. "What is it? I'm already running late as it is. I doubt Master Oin will like it if I am even later."

Aviva's cheeks were bright red under her soft barely-there beard. The color was barely noticeable through her equally fiery locks. "Did you hear?" Aviva sounded breathless. Her green eyes were bright with excitement.

"Hear what?" Salana was confused. Just what had her dear friend so excited she could barely breathe.

Aviva rolled her eyes. "Honestly Salana. Get your head out of the earth and pay attention for once!" Aviva snapped at her. Her emerald eyes lit up. "Word has it that Master Dori is down with something that hinders him from making the royals' clothes."

Salana frowned. It wasn't like her friend to be so happy about someone else's misfortune. "Aviva, how is that good news? You shouldn't be happy over someone else's injuries."

Aviva had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I know. I'm just so excited and nervous about what is happening."

Salana looked around at the activity going on in the market. Dwarves of all crafts were setting up and putting out their best wares. She spotted a silversmith laying out his jewelry and a weapon's maker showing off his best creations.

"What is going on Aviva?" Salana was starting to pick up on her friend's eagerness.

"The royals are coming here! To this market to look for a skilled tailor for Prince Kili!" Aviva clapped her hands in her joy. "Oh, Aule. I have to lay out my best work and my best stitching. Princess Dis must see that cloak I made last winter and the new dress I made with her in mind."

Aviva rattled on as she scurried about her small stall.

Salana noticed her friend getting more frantic with each word tumbling from her mouth. "Aviva." Salana put her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Calm yourself." Salana waited until her friend had caught her breath. "Your work is amazing. You will get this job I am sure of it. Now, I really must go. Master Oin will not like me being late to my job."

Aviva nodded and shooed her off. "Go. Go. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

Salana left her friend's stall and hurried to the healing rooms, sure that she would lose her job if she was one minute late.


"Amad. This story is boring. Where is Adad or our Irak'Adad?" Her oldest boy crossed his arms in disgust. "I want a story about fighting or daring rescues or even battle. I don't want a mushy boring story."

"Yeah. No mushy boring story. Like our namad wants." The middle boy piped up.

The dwarrowdam raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think this tale does not have that?"

The oldest dropped his arms in disbelief. "This is a gross love story between you and Adad. You two kiss and love each other a lot. It just has to be that way."

"Oh, Uzfakuh," The dwarrowdam shook her head. "This story is not all love and mushy stuff. As you recall I said I rejected him at first. There is more to this story than you think."

The dwarrowdam capped the end of her daughter's hair with a bead and began on the next braid. She thought about what happened next in her story."I was pleased to see that Master Oin was not upset with me being late to work. All he did was give me a mild scolding."


Salana breathed in relief as the older dwarrow left the room. She was grateful that the dwarf had only given her a mild rebuke and a month worth of sorting their inventory.

It would make her late for getting home but there were plenty of guards on the way to where she lived with Aviva.

Salana fell into the task of seeing to her patients' needs. Her routine of putting on salves and giving out willow bark tea to ailing dwarves soothed her.

She came across Master Dori in the halls. Master Oin was with him.

Salana hesitated in the doorway. Master Dori had a bandage over his hands. He was speaking to Master Oin with a pained expression on his face.

Salana cleared her throat cautiously. "Master Oin, is there anything you require of me to do right now? I was going to take my lunch if there wasn't."

"Miss Salana, yes. Would you please bring me some tea for Dori?" Master Oin held up his ear trumpet to hear her response.

"Of course Master Oin." Salana headed for the small stove they keep in the room with all their supplies. She quickly brewed the willow bark tea. She added a few leaves of passionflower to the mix to help with sleep.

When ten minutes were up, she carried the tea carefully to Master Dori's room. She knocked on the door with her elbow. She heard a gruff voice shout for her to come in.

Salana opened the door with practiced ease and set the tea on the small table next to the bed. "Here you are, Master Dori. Is there anything else I can get for you? An extra blanket or something?"

"No, Miss. I am fine. I just hope this heals quickly." Master Dori stared at his wrapped palms.

Salana left the room as quietly as she entered. The rest of the day was spent alternately helping patients and sorting and marking down their inventory.

It was late when she was allowed to go home. Salana wrapped her cloak around her and hurried down the hall. She was starving. Hopefully, Aviva made some food for them.

Salana entered her and Aviva's small rooms to see her dear friend frantically pacing around the room. She swung off her cloak and hung it by the door. "How did it go?"

Aviva spun at her voice and marched over to her. "Oh, Salana, what am I going to do?" She wailed.

Salana, used to her friend's dramatics, waited for her to explain herself. When it seemed like all she was going to do was stare off into the distance, Salana intervened. "You got the job?"

"Oh, I got the job alright. I'm making Prince Kili a new tunic and breeches." Aviva waited for a second to continue. "And I'm making Princess Dis a new dress for Durin's Day."

Salana beamed. "That's good news, is it not? Oh, Aviva. I am so proud of you. You will finally get the recognition you deserve." She flung her arms around her best friend.

Aviva stared at her hopelessly and was stiff in her arms.

"What's the matter?" Salana pulled back from her embrace.

"I made a complete fool of myself in front of the Prince and Princess!" Aviva's green eyes filled with tears. "I tripped over my own clumsy feet and fell on Prince Kili. He brushed it off with a smile but I was mortified! It's a miracle Princess Dis decided to use me for their clothes."

"Oh, Aviva, it can't have been that bad." Salana tried to soothe.

"I knocked him to the ground." Aviva nearly whispered. "I fell into him and knocked him to the ground!" Her voice got higher as she spoke.

Salana moved to the small kitchen. She began starting their supper. She silently placed the kettle on for some lavender tea to help calm down her friend.

Aviva sat at the table staring blankly at the wood in fake fascination.

Salana set a cup of tea before the upset dwarrowdam. "Here. Drink this. It will help you."

Aviva began blowing and sipping on the cup. Finally, she seemed to calm down. "What am I going to do Salana?"

"Simple. You are going to make the Prince and Princess the best clothes they will ever have. You will sew them in the next five months and they will proudly wear them in front of all dwarrow. You will then have so much work to do that you will have to hire on an apprentice." Salana gave a comforting smile to her friend. "You can do it, Baheluh. I have faith in you."

Aviva gave a tired nod to Salana. "It's been a long day. What kept you so late at work?"

Salana told about her scolding and mild punishment for being late. She recounted seeing Master Dori and anything else noteworthy as she prepared their evening meal.

That was the beginning of her story. For tomorrow would bring her more troubling things.


The dwarrowdam finished her daughter's braids as she finished telling about her first day.

"Irak'Amad is always like that. So this story must be true." The middle boy nodded his head solemnly like he was stating a fact.

The dwarrowdam let out a playful gasp. "You don't even believe your own Amad? Maybe I should just stop."

Cries of no reached her ears. The dwarrowdam laughed. "Okay. I'll keep going. Let's see… It was almost a week later before I met your Adad. I was staying late to finish tracking our stock…"


Salana sighed as she set down her pencil. They were low on several things and she was going to have to go out and replenish their supply. Most items were a day's walk outside the mountains to Dale nearby. Other things she would have to leave for Master Oin to get.

Salana heard a noise coming from the storeroom. She cautiously stood up and grabbed the nearest blunt object. She looked in her hands to see a broom. It would have to do.

She crept closer to the doorway. She peeked in to see a dwarrow rummaging through her carefully sorted supplies.

Salana flung open the door and slammed the broom handle on the thief's back. "Stop, thief!"

A very well known dwarrow stood up and faced her. He had his right arm clutched to his chest and his left arm held out to fend her off. "I'm not a thief."

Salana squeaked in fear as she realized she had just hit a Prince with a broom. Not just any Prince, the Crown Prince. She quickly dropped into a curtsey. "I'm so sorry, Your Highness. I thought you were stealing my supplies." Salana dropped her gaze to the floor.

"I kind of was, in a way." Prince Fili sounded like he was in pain.

Her healer instincts kicked in and she quickly approached him. "Are you hurt?" Her eyes narrowed on the arm he was holding to his chest. She saw blood soaking his sleeve.

"A minor mishap. I just need some bandages and I will…"

Her keen eyes noted the pained way he cradled his arm. She scoffed and grabbed his good wrist and dragged him to a clean empty room. "Sit. Let me look at it." She commanded. She quickly grabbed a pair of scissors and cut away his tunic sleeve. She examined the deep slice on his forearm.

"Just a minor mishap, my beard." She muttered as she went about gathering supplies to stitch close the cut and disinfect it. "What is it with dwarrow and downplaying their injuries? I mean is it all dwarrow and men or is it just particular stubborn dwarves."

She kept muttering to herself as she readied the needle. "This might hurt a bit." She cautioned.

She tried to work as quickly as she could, so she missed the way Durin blue eyes stared at her in confusion and amusement.

Salana did the final stitch and cut the thread. She smeared some salve on the stitches. She wrapped it in bandages and handed over a jar of the herbs. "Here. This should help with the pain and keep it clean of infection. Put it on twice a day."

"Thank you Miss…" Prince Fili let the words hang in the air.

"Oh." Salana looked up, startled, and stared into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Salana. At your service." She gave a little bow as she began cleaning up her mess.

"Salana." Prince Fili sounded like he was fascinated by her name.

Salana blushed and kept to her work.

"Thank you Lady Salana." Prince Fili gave a short bow to her and left the room.

Salana stared in shock. That did not just happen. She was sleeping at her desk and had just imagined the whole thing. The bow at the end made it completely unrealistic.

Salana shook her head and began writing a note to Master Oin about all the herbs they needed to get. She asked for permission to leave in three days to gather more herbs.

The whole time, she was sure she had dreamed the whole thing. There was no way a Prince would bow to her. Her.


"Amad you are being gross again. The only fighting done so far was when you hit Adad with a broom and you do that almost all the time." The oldest boy pouted.

The dwarrowdam laughed softly. Her eyes sparkled merrily in the firelight. "Alright, Uzfakuh. I'll continue. Come here, Muhudel." She motioned to her middle child. "Let me do your braids."

The middle boy switched spots with his sister. The dwarrowdam picked up her comb and began brushing her middle son's dark brown locks."Now, it was the next morning when I saw Aviva again. She had been busy planning the clothes for Prince Kili and Princess Dis. She was in a tizzy because of what was going to happen…"


Salana woke up to frantic bangings and thuds coming from the living room. Salana got up and wrapped her robe around her body. She yawned and entered the main room to see Aviva looking desperately for something.

"Good morning Aviva." Salana noticed that her friend barely gave her a glance. "Aviva? What's wrong?"

"It's the first meeting between myself and the Princess today. I need to have my tape measure and a few other things. But I can't find them." Aviva turned over the cushions on a chair.

Salana tied her robe and hurried over to her friend. "Aviva. Calm down. I'll help you…"

"Calm down?" Aviva turned to face Salana. "I can't calm down. What if I trip again or stab the Princess with a pin or…"

Salana grabbed Aviva's shoulders and shook her a little. "You keep getting yourself worked up and you will most likely end up doing those things. Now, take a breath." Salana waited until her friend was calmer. "What made you so upset? You are not normally like this."

Aviva played with the braid in her hair. She sighed. "It's Prince Kili." She admitted softly. "I… think he's my One." She spoke so quietly that Salana almost didn't hear her.

When she did, Salana gasped. "Oh, Aviva, that's wonderful! How did you know?" Salana flung her arms around Aviva.

Aviva returned the hug softly. "That was why I tripped. I was looking into his eyes and I didn't watch where I was going."

Salana pulled back with a grin. "Am I going to have to start bowing to you and calling you Your Highness?" She teased.

Aviva gave a small grin. It fell quickly. "I don't think he likes me." She stared off into the distance. "You've heard them talk. He has a love already. The she-elf."

"Oh, Aviva. They are just rumors." Salana consoled. She laid a hand on Aviva's shoulders.

"Rumors that are true." Aviva spoke firmly. Fire returned to her eyes briefly before fading out. "She saved his life in the battle. She's a warrior. She is smart, beautiful and if that's what he likes than it is hopeless."

Salana rubbed her hand on Aviva's shoulders. "I'm sorry. But you are every inch of those things and more. He'll see you eventually."

Salana headed for the kitchen to prepare their morning meal. She set a pot on the stove and began heating water for porridge.

Aviva followed her into the room. "Are you okay? I know I have been busy with my new job but you seem a little distracted."

Salana hummed at her words but didn't register them. She began slicing some apples to put in their morning meal. Her mind was on the dream she had last night. Where a Prince actually talked and bowed to her!

"Salana!"

Aviva's yell made the dreamy dwarrowdam look over at her friend.

"Yes, Aviva?" Salana frowned at the beaming grin on her face.

"You met someone. Didn't you." It was said as a statement rather than a question.

Salana blushed and turned back to preparing their meal. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

"Don't lie to me. I'm your best friend. I know you too well. Who is he? Another healer like you?" Aviva gasped. "Don't tell me it's Master Oin."

Salana felt her jaw drop and the spoon clattered from her hands. "Aviva!" She exclaimed, scandalized. "Master Oin is nearly a hundred years my senior."

"Who is it then?" Aviva laughed and nudged Salana in the ribs. "Come on then, Baheluh, you can tell me."

Salana bit her lip in thought. While Aviva was a good friend, she couldn't keep a secret to save her life. Salana got the feeling that Prince Fili really did not want others to know of his injury. That could be seen as a sign of weakness.

Salana sighed at her friend's pushing. "I met him last night. He was sneaking into my storage supplies. I hit him with a broom."

Aviva grinned. "I hope you gave him a good scolding."

"Sort of. He was injured. He had a deep cut along his forearm. I stitched it closed and sent him on his way with some of my healing salve." Salana admitted. She turned back to cooking when the pot began to bubble over.

"That can't be all. What does he look like?" Aviva leaned on the counter next to Salana.

Salana gave the porridge a quick stir. "He had blue eyes. I didn't really get a good look at his hair." It was true. The room was dark where she found him and candle light didn't give that good of a sense of someone's hair color.

"Oooh. A mystery guy. How exciting." Aviva took the offered bowl of food. She took a bite.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Salana gestured to the pile of cloth on their chairs.

Aviva shot a side eyed glance at the pile. "I have a few minutes." Aviva scarfed down her food before putting it in the sink. "Thank you Salana. I'll see you after your work. You might want to get dressed though."

Salana looked down and squeaked when she realized she was still in her nightclothes. "Yes. I'll do than now." Salana hurried for her room and quickly got dressed in a green dress over her smallclothes.

Salana hurried out the door to her job.


"This is boring." The oldest boy crossed his arms and glared into the fire. "Can you tell us about the dragon and how Adad defeated it?"

"No! I want to hear this story!" The young girl stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Shut up Nadad and let Amad talk!"

"Gehyith," The dwarrowdam had her hands full with her middle son's hair. She shot a stern look at her daughter. "That is not how a lady acts. Apologize."

The younger girl shot a furious look at her older brother before sighing. "Sorry Nadad but I really want to hear this story. Please can we listen to it?"

The oldest looked at his sister before groaning. "Alright. But can we skip the mushy stuff? I want some action."

The dwarrowdam smiled at her children. "Okay. How about I tell you about what was stirring in the mountain at that time. There were rumors of those not satisfied with King Thorin's decision to place his nephew on the throne. The nobles of the kingdom were throwing dwarrowdam after dwarrowdam on the King and Princes. It was during one of these little meetings that I ran into some trouble…"


Salana spotted Prince Fili walking through the halls with a dwarrowdam at his side. He had a look of politeness on his face but his body screamed disinterest and boredom.

Salana debated between rescuing the Prince or leaving it be. Her decision was made for her when the dwarrowdam clutched his wounded arm too tightly, making him wince in pain.

Salana clutched her cloak and basket. She hid the basket behind her back. She quickly ran up to the pair. "Your Highness." She dipped into a quick curtsey. "Your presence is required at the stables. It's urgent."

Prince Fili lit up and turned to the dam. "Please forgive me, Lady Mara." Prince Fili bowed to the dam and strode off down the hall.

Salana quickly caught up to him. She followed the Prince down the halls.

"Thank you Lady Salana." The crown Prince nodded to her.

"How's your arm?" Salana looked over at him in worry.

"I've had worse." Prince Fili entered the stables. He sighed when he looked around at the horses. "What needs my attention?"

Salana blushed a bright red. She hoped her brown beard covered her cheeks. "Ah. That was made up. I figured you needed a rescue."

Prince Fili stared at her before laughing.

Salana's cheeks flamed for a different reason than embarrassment. She turned away from the chuckling Prince and hurried from the stable. She walked briskly outdoors.

"Lady Salana, wait." The Prince called after her.

Salana paused in her steps. She stared at the daylight in the distance rather than the Prince's incredibly blue eyes.

"I'm sorry." The Prince apologized. His words rang with sincerity. "It's just… I'm so relieved to be free of her. She was named very appropriately."

Salana thought back to the other Dam's name. Mara. Meaning bitter. Salana gave a small smile. "You are welcome, Your Highness." Salana headed for the doors leading out of Erebor.

The Prince kept pace with her. "Might I ask where you are going?"

Salana side eyed him. "Of course. I'm heading to get more herbs for Master Oin."

The Prince stared at her. Was that worry crossing his sapphire eyes? Salana shook her head, sure she was mistaken.

"Let me join you."

The Prince's words had her stopping in shock.

"Excuse me?" Salana tried to clear her head to pay close attention to what was going on.

"I'm afraid if I go back, I will have to suffer with more nobles. Please? Allow me to accompany you to Dale?"

The Prince was pleading with her!

"You may join me, Your Highness." Salana agreed after a moment of thought.

The way those blue eyes lit up made butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Stay right here." The Prince dashed back the way they had come.

Salana stepped to the side in confusion. Just what was he up to? It was unusual for the Royal Family to interact with the commoners like herself.

She got her answer half an hour later when the blonde prince came galloping back to her on a pony, leading another by the reins.

"Climb on." The prince handed the reins to her.

Salana eyed the pony carefully before hauling herself into the saddle. She picked up the reins cautiously, sure that the guards would come running after them.

"Try to keep up." The Prince shot her a grin and kicked his pony into action. The pony bolted down the stone pathway.

"Fili!" A voice roared.

Salana jumped and accidentally kicked the side of her pony. The poor animal charged after its friend. The ponies ran for the entrance. Salana shot a look back to see some guards running after them.

They made it out of the mountain with moments to spare. The great gates closed with a bang right behind Salana.

Prince Fili let out a triumphant shout and turned his pony towards the woods. Salana followed at a canter, giving her pony some time to catch its breath.

At about halfway, the prince slowed his horse to a trot then a walk. Salana did the same. Both dwarves were riding side by side on the path leading to the woods.

"Thanks for that." The Prince grinned at her. "You have no idea just what you had me avoid."

"You're welcome, Your Highness." Salana gave a short nod of her head to the prince.

"Fili. Please, call me Fili."

Salana shot a startled look at the Prince. "No. I can't. It wouldn't be…" She protested.

"Then Prince Fili?" He offered.

Salana made the mistake of meeting his gaze. Those sapphire eyes of his were widened in a plea. She sighed in defeat. "Okay, Prince Fili." She agreed with a wry twist of her lips. "That's all you are getting out of me."


"It doesn't sound like you rejected him, Amad." The oldest piped up. "You sound almost like what you do now." He eyed her with suspicious eyes. "Are you sure you are telling the story right?"

The dwarrowdam choked out a laugh. Her son looked like a mini Thorin when he eyed her like that. "I'm sure, Uzfakuh. If you don't believe me, ask your Adad."

The dwarrowdam's husband came through the door to their home just then. "Ask me what?"

"Adad!" The daughter called. She ran right for her father and bounced into his knees.

The dwarrow scooped her up and spun her around. "Hey, Gehyith. How was your day?" He hugged his daughter to his chest.

The dwarrowdam smiled at the picture they made. Both had the same shade of hair and their eyes were almost the same color. The dwarrowdam's daughter was almost the spitting image of her dad.

The dwarrowdam quickly tied off her middle son's last bead before letting him also greet his father.

Once all three children had settled back at her feet, the dwarrow met his wife with a kiss.

"How was work, Kidhuzurâl?" She murmured to him.

The dwarrow sighed. "Long. What are you four up to?"

"Amad was just telling us how you met. Our namad insisted on it. I don't think Amad's telling the truth." The oldest side eyed the dwarrowdam.

The dwarrow's eyes twinkled as he looked over at his wife. "Is that so?"

"Yes! She said she didn't like you at first and that you were with another. She has to be lying because you love her now and she loves you. There is no way this is true." The oldest pouted.

"Is it true, Adad? Did you and Amad really not love each other?" The daughter piped up.

The dwarrow took a minute to answer. He set up his pipe and lit it with a match. All three of his kids were watching him with wide eyes. He inhaled a bit of his pipeweed and then sighed the smoke out. "I don't know about your Amad but I loved her from the very beginning. I knew she was my One when we first met."

"You mean, when she hit you with a broom because you were stealing her supplies for healing?" The daughter looked on with curiosity.

The dwarrow let out a loud chuckle. "Partly. I was charmed by a dam that was not hesitant to stand up to me. Most dams would try to talk to me just to wed me. Those that were not of noble blood were always curtseying and bowing to make sure I had anything I wanted. Your Amad was different. At first she did seem timid but the fire I saw when she noticed my injury, that was when I knew I met my One."

"If you are so smart, why don't you tell the story?" The dwarrowdam teased.

"Where did you leave off?" The dwarrow took another puff on his pipe.

"When you and Amad left on the ponies for Dale. She had just rescued you from some other lady." The daughter scooted closer to her father and sat at his feet.

"Ah. A very good part." The dwarrow nodded sagely. "We had just entered Dale when…"