Your POV

After a few days of traveling with the company, I learned that they were on a quest to reclaim their homeland. I'd also told them more of my story and I'd become close with several members of the company. Bilbo was always kind and easy to talk to as was Ori. Ori liked to listen to me describe the realms I'd been to so he could write about them and draw them. Fili and Kili, as I suspected, were consistently trying to prank me, but being who I was, I easily avoided most tricks. As the daughter of a pirate, I learned to ALWAYS be on my guard. As for Thorin, I was unsure of my feelings. I'd never met someone that could intrigue me and infuriate me at the same time. I couldn't help but study him when he wasn't looking.

"That's a beautiful sword, lass," Dwalin commented bringing me back from my daydreaming. "Thank you." I ran my hand over the hilt of my sword. "Do you know how to use it?" I scoffed at him. Apparently I am the only person to ever get away with that. "I'm a pirate's daughter. Of course I do." Dwalin smiled and picked up his axe. It only took a second for me to realize that he wanted to spar. I chuckled and stood. I was never one to back down from a challenge, a trait I'd learned from my father, well my adopted father. "I wouldn't, Y/N. Don't think Dwalin will go easy on you just because you're a woman," Fili warned.

I scoffed again and took my place opposite Dwalin. We were soon engaged in a dance of parries and thrusts with the whole company watching. Fili was right. Dwalin did not take it easy on me, but I didn't mind. I knew in the end it would only help me get stronger. After a few minutes, I was flat on my back in the dirt and my sword was ten feet away. Dwalin stood over me and leaned down so his face was parallel with mine. We were both breathless. "Not...bad, lassie," he said. I smiled. I had one more trick up my sleeve. "Oh, I'm not done." I snapped my fingers and my sword flew back into my hand. I brought it to Dwalin's throat.

The company cheered as Dwalin straightened and helped me to my feet. "That's some sword." I found myself smiling again and sheathed my sword. We were met by the smiles of the company. "Where did you find a sword like that?" They were all asking questions except for our grumpy leader. I did not know what he had against me, but I was determined not to let it bother me as I began answering the inquiries. "This sword was made for me by someone in my realm. We call him 'The Dark One'. I asked him to make it for me after the first time my father tried to abandon me and I had no idea how to defend myself properly."

I'd been traveling the realms with my father for nearly seven normal years when we returned once again to the Enchanted Forest. "Jones! Where have ya been, mate?" the tavern owner greeted my father when we entered. "On the seas, mate. Where else?" The barmaid brought our ale to the table and my father pulled her into his lap. "Someone was looking for you, Captain," the barmaid giggled. My father cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? Someone of the female persuasion I hope." I rolled my eyes and drank my ale.

"Yeah, but there was something wrong with her. She was...green. Said something about finding you and your lass. She didn't seem the friendly type if you know what I mean." My father lowered his tankard and met my gaze. The Wicked Witch. What did she want with us? "Thanks for that, lass." I stared into my ale and wondered what the witch had in store and more importantly, what would my father do? I knew he had a habit of self preservation and it had made him do unspeakable things before. The next morning when I awoke and left the inn, the Jolly Roger was sailing away without me.

"How did you do that?" Kili asked when I sat back down between him and Fili. "My sword always comes back to me. It is endowed with its own magic. I do not even have to touch it to use it. If I need my hands to use magic, all I have to do is whistle." I demonstrated and my sword flew from its scabbard and floated toward Fili who caught the hilt. "Wow." We shared a laugh as Bofur began playing a rousing tune. The company was soon dancing and laughing jovially. All except Thorin, Bilbo and myself. I stole another glance at Thorin and saw a small smile.

I decided to take advantage of the rare good mood and approach him. His smile quickly faded as I leaned against the tree next to him. I almost lost my nerve to talk to him. Never before had someone shown such intense feeling for me. Not even my own father. He turned his eyes on me. I felt myself go weak in the knees. I cleared my throat and said, "I, uh, realized that I never thanked you for rescuing me and letting me travel with you." Not exactly what I'd intended to say, but heck if I could concentrate with those eyes on me.

Thorin's POV

I met Y/N's beautiful eyes. Why did she have to be so close? I was struggling to keep my breath even. I could not deny the physical attraction that had been building since she joined my company. "Thorin?" she whispered. "Hmm?" Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip. "Why do you hate me?" she asked flatly. Once again, I could not find my worlds. What in the Valar was the hold this woman had over me? I did not know what exactly I felt for her, but it certainly was not hate. I had to stay strong for my company to reach our goal. Emotions were something I had no time for. When I said nothing, Y/N frowned and walked away.

The next several weeks were tense. Y/N refused to even speak to me, but chattered away with the hobbit or my nephews. My mood had turned sour. I knew it, but nothing could seem to lift it. We had lost our ponies, the wizard kept coming and going as he pleased and to top it off, the lads were beginning to lose hope. "Why don't you talk to her, Thorin?" Dwalin whispered to me. I simply glared at him but he continued, "It is obvious to us that you lo-have very strong feelings for her." I said nothing as we continued walking. Not moments before another wizard, Radagast the Brown appeared out of nowhere and was urgently speaking with Gandalf.

Suddenly Gandalf cried, "Wargs!" Wargs are giant wolf -like creatures, but ten times as vicious. We were soon engaged in battle with the wargs that being ridden by orcs. We tried to outrun them and we almost succeeded thanks to Radagast. He distracted them as long as he could. I checked over my company. They were using every weapon they could and Y/N was using her magic in tandem with her sword. We soon heard Gandalf call, "Here!" He was standing at the mouth of a tunnel. "Do we follow it or go back?" Dwalin asked. "Follow it of course!" Bofur called as he helped the hobbit to his feet. The whole company seemed to be in one piece.

(a/n: this part was kind of long.)