(A/N: I hate the goblin scene and I just couldn't properly write the scene with Azog, so I skipped them. Sorry.)

Thorin's POV time skip

We escaped the goblins easily once the wizard joined us in the tunnels. Once outside, we were ambushed by Azog the Defiler, the pale orc. I had thought him dead years ago! A combined effort got us out of that danger but I knew I'd have to face Azog again soon, possibly before we saw the mountain. Once the eagles had landed, I thanked Bilbo for saving my life. If he had not interfered, I would have died at the hands of the same orc that killed my grandfather. My company looked so worn and disheartened that I decided to take a day to just rest. I knew we had to reach the mountain by Durin's Day, but one day of rest would not kill us.

Y/N stayed close to me, for which I was grateful, but she was very quiet. " Amrâlimê, what troubles you? You are usually telling the company a story of your world by now," I asked her. "I almost lost you today, Thorin. Between the fight with the goblins and then Azog, we all could have died. This world has so much I don't know about and I feel that I cannot fight effectively." I stared at her for a moment. "Y/N, we are alive partially thanks to you. Your magic slowed the goblins and Azog down." Y/N smiled at me. I asked a question that had plagued me all day. "Why did you not use your magic to simply kill those creatures? You only used it to slow them down. The same thing with the Wargs before Rivendell."

By now the whole company is listening, as they usually did when Y/N talked about her life before meeting us. Before she could say anything, however, I noticed that Bilbo's sword was glowing. "Orcs!" Once again we were running for our lives. We soon lost the orcs, but were greeted by a large bear. When I thought we could run no more, Gandalf found an enormous barn for us to take refuge in. "What was that thing?" Gandalf looked at us. "That is our host. His name is Beorn. He is a skin changer. Sometimes he is a bear, other times a great man. The man can be reasoned with."

Y/N collapsed against me as we sat in the barn. I smiled at her. Having her with us made the journey a little easier and the days a bit brighter. I was not the only one in the company that felt that way. "I don't think I've ever run so much in my life," she said laughing with the company. Bombur panted a few feet away from us. Much to our amusement, Bombur had outrun us all into the barn. "Lass, I don't think we have either," Bofur said. I rather liked the fact that the woman I loved got on well with my kin. I knew that once we had our home back, they would accept her as Queen. Soon, we were all asleep on the floor of our host's barn.

Your POV

The next morning. I awoke to a very large bee flying in front of my face. I nearly cried out, but I was able to stop myself. Thorin was still asleep next to me and I did not want to wake him. When he slept, he had the one thing he never had during the day. Peace. He looked younger than his 190 plus years when he slept. It did not take him long to wake up. "Good morning, Thorin." He smiled and then looked around. "Good morning. Still asleep I see." I took time to appreciate his handsome face as he looked over his company.

"What?" He asked turning back to me. "You do not look your age, my love." He laughed, a deep belly laugh. "Y/N, I am over 190 years old. I will die long before you. You are young even for a human." It was my turn to laugh. If he only knew. I was nearly 250 years old myself.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed in the outside world. I didn't care. The Lost Boys had finally accepted me as one of them. I played their games almost better than they did, but I never wanted to fight like they did. The one person we respected was the same person we were all terrified of. Peter Pan. He may have looked like a child, but he was dangerous and we all knew it. Pan's latest game was finding a specific boy so more and more Lost Boys kept coming to the island. One day, my life on Neverland changed.

"Y/N, my little lost girl. You're going with Felix. He has to find another boy. The Shadow dropped him," Pan told me. It was not a request. I followed Felix to one of our boats. Little did I know that Felix was not just looking for the boy. He knew exactly where the boy was. On the lone pirate ship that sailed around the island and into other realms. "Hello, Captain," Felix said in a menacing voice, "I trust you have what we came here for?" Captain Killian Jones nodded. "Here's the boy. Take him." The Lost Boys threw the new boy into the boat with me, but then grabbed my arm. "Pan says a trade. The boy for the girl. He wants you to take her and never let her set foot in Pan's camp again."

"What do you find so amusing, lass?" Bofur asked. The company had stirred and heard Thorin and my laughter. "I simply told her how old I am and that I would die long before her." I held back another laugh. "I am much older than I look. I am nearly 250." They all stared at me. "How? Humans do not have such long life spans," Kili said and Fili elbowed him. Kili had no tact. "Normally, we do not. However, for a very long time when I was a child, I lived in a place called Neverland. As the name implies, time really does not pass in Neverland. Once in Neverland, you never grow old."

By the time I finished my explanation, Gandalf had joined us yet again. "Come into the house. Our host has returned. We need to go in by twos to not overwhelm him." Thorin and I were the last to join the company. Beorn was massive. He towered over all of us even Gandalf. "You are the one they call Oakenshield." It was not a question. Then he turned to me and his eyes widened.