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This is a story wherein the dwarves are led by Thorin (Crowned King) in his attempt to conquer all the lands East and North of Erebor (which was never attacked by Smaug; the Events of The Hobbit Never Happened; Thror, Thrain, Frerin and Dis are all dead). Always at his side are his nephews. Fili, the eldest and next in line to the throne, is also a General in Thorin’s army. Kili commands the Archers and takes part in the training of new recruits in both archery and swordsmanship (though mainly archery as that is their main weapon). He is also Captain of Thorin’s Elite Guard, a small, hand-picked group of the King’s best warriors (barring Fili because he is the Royal Heir).
Thorin conducted many raids and full-scale wars with neighbouring kingdoms and provinces, cutting down almost all who stood in his path. After one rare, though particularly disappointing defeat in the East, Thorin withdrew his troops and focused all of his forces on the small but so far elusive and seemingly indestructible Tribes of the Withered Heath, who lived on land which sat atop a very large deposit of mithril.
Unbeknownst to the Dwarven King, a young woman from another universe had stepped through a worm hole and found herself in what at first seemed to be the world of her favourite book and subsequent film series…. Though drastically changed history-wise. She had been taken in by the Tribes of the Withered Heath and in return worked among them to earn her keep. When she showed an interest in swordsmanship and archery (she had only ever done unarmed martial arts or kobudo with weapons and fighting styles foreign to her companions), they gladly taught her, hoping she could assist the snipers in the defence of their homeland when Thorin next attacked, which they were certain he would.
The day of the attack came, and the Tribes took their positions. Disaster struck in the form of miscommunication; Thorin’s sudden decision to attack with his entire army hadn’t been relayed to them by their spy, who had unfortunately been discovered and slain. Though they had the advantage of the high ground, the dwarves swamped them through sheer force of numbers and a new military tactic (A/N: known to us as the Roman Tortoise) which protected many of the main forces from the snipers. The Tribes were routed in four days, though when it began to look particularly grim the leader had ordered a complete evacuation of all elderly, women and children, sending two hundred soldiers to escort them out and far away from the battle.
Sky had been ordered to go with them, but she doubled back to help in any way she could…. And also because she really wanted to catch a glimpse of Thorin….
And see him she did. Right up close and personal. Far too close and personal…. Not that she thought one would ever be able to describe him that way, but then, this was a different Thorin to that most courageous and noble dwarf….