Your POV

Six months after I returned home, I gave birth to Thorin's first born. A son we named Frerin after Thorin's brother. Over the next ten years, we had two more children, both daughters that we named Melody and Thora. Frerin and Thora both showed signs of having magic. Melody was more like her father than either one of us cared to admit. She was stubborn and definitely had her father's temper where Thora had more of my temper and Frerin was somewhere in between. All three of them had my sense of adventure.

Thorin taught our children about the history of his people and I taught our oldest and youngest magic. Our children were raised in love and given everything I missed out on after the age of fifteen. Thorin and I had forty more years as husband and wife, King and Queen of Erebor, before Thorin passed on. Fili now sits on the throne until Frerin II is old enough. As I wander the corridors of our kingdom, I reminisce on how lost I was and how, through one small accident, Thorin found me and I found home.

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(A/N: That's it! The story is officially over! I really hope you've enjoyed it! I have  another fanfiction in the works, not a reader-insert. It's a Jon Snow (GoT) fic and I'm debating on posting it.)