Well hello there! I just wanted to thank all of those who left such nice comments on Going With You. I was really worried about it, but everyone expressed the want for a continuation of the story. Since it was written as a complete one shot I thought to myself, well I must be doing something right, might as well make a story with our stubborn little dwarf. :) So without further ado here is We Thought You Dead. (This is a different storyline so don't get confused by trying to remember things from the other story.)

Disclaimer-Don't own the movie/book/ Thorin :'( Sad I know. But I own the OC! :)

"Far over the Misty Mountains Cold."

"Do dungeons deep, and caverns old."

A sultry voice echoed off the large trees of the Shire. She sang the song of her people, or what was left of them anyways. Metal clacked against each other on her body as she walked, showing that she was armed and prepared for whatever lay ahead. Though she enjoyed being outside, she never glanced over to admire the greenery, she did not have the time. She had one destination and one destination only, and she would not become sidetrack by something as simple and a few pretty moonlit flowers dancing in the wind as she walked by.

"Hobbits are remarkable light on their feet and can go undetected if they choose too. You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company and I have chosen Mr. Baggins." A tall man leaned against his staff, gazing down into the unapproving eyes of his friend. He clearly was not of the dwarf race, nor was he a hobbit or elf. He was a wizard and wise in his age.

"Fine, we'll do it your way then. Get him the contract." A deep baritone voice ordered out what he wanted and soon there was a large piece of parchment that was thrusted into the hands of a young, rather scared looking, hobbit.

"What say you Mr. Baggins? Will you be accompanying us on our journey?" The wizard known as Gandalf asked, a small smile daring to slip onto his thinning lips. He watched as Bilbo began to read the contract, mumbling out things that he was having trouble pronouncing.

"W-What is this? Lacerations?"

"We must away, ere break of day."

"To find our long-forgotten gold."

The shining lights of a small village came into her view. She must be close to her destination, close to seeing those again after sixty long and grueling years of separation. Her body, laced with scars and burns from that faithful day was a constant reminder of how lucky she was. How lucky that she managed to crawl out of that place with her life. Even if it was hanging in the balance and she was so close to death she could feel his icy breath upon her lips. He begged to take her that day, but the stubbornness of a dwarf was no match for him.

"The pines were roaring, on the height."

"The winds were moaning, in the night."

Memories, pushed to the back of her mind began to resurface slowly. The signs were all to clear; the time has come to take back what was rightfully theirs. To take back what they strived for. Even if it would end her in the process.

"The fire was red, it flaming spread."

"The trees like torches, blazed with light."

She's not sure where her thoughts lingered in the last few moments of the song, but she soon found herself starting down at a mark glowing on the round door that could only belong to a hobbit. "Finally..." She whispered out airily.

"Incineration!" Bilbo Baggins stared in horror at the word before him. "Incineration, as in fire!" He yelped, taking a bit of a stumble as the words he read sunk in deeply. Carving themselves forever in the memories of his brain. He was a hobbit! He couldn't go on an adventure! It just wasn't him! Maybe in his younger days as a child but he's an adult now!

"You going to be alright lad?" Balin, an elder dwarf among him in his home, came over and put a hand on his shoulder. He tried to show sympathy for him but the information he was processing was too much too fast.

"Um...yea nope." Bilbo fell with a dull thud against the floor of his home, the contract fluttering in the wind as it fell from his hand and landing beside him on the floor.

"Some burglar." Another whispered, hauling the hobbit across his shoulder and too a spare room where he plopped him down into a chair until he woke. It was clear that Bilbo would be out for quite sometime and Gandalf knew that if he were to tell them of their secret fifteenth member, it would be now while Bilbo was asleep.

"Thorin, might I have a word with everyone in the living room?" He leaned down and whispered into the dwarf prince's ear, earning a curt nod in return. As he made his way to the living room he waited while the rest of the company filed in, sitting where they could while others were forced to stand.

"Now, I am aware that the original count for this journey was to be fourteen, but I have taken it upon myself to add another." His words came out a bit shaky, not sure of the reactions that would ensure from this sudden change of plan. Especially from the stubborn prince.

"Another? No, it will be hard enough if the hobbit comes along. Another will only slow us down more, out of the question." Thorin crossed his arms over his bulky chest, making his point clear. It was bad enough he had to deal with a skilless hobbit, but to add another would only amplify the stress he was already feeling. Protecting the others, protecting himself, not to mention the fact he has yet to find a wife so his line would carry on to the next generation. Another member was completely out of the question! Not negotiable. NO.

"I am sorry but she is on her way here now as we speak. She should arrive at any minute." Gandalf mused to himself, stroking his beard in though of her arrival within the next few minutes.

"She?" Now this really couldn't get any worse. The other 'warrior' was a female. Thorin gave a deep sigh of agitation before a soft knock at the door cut him off. "Fili, Kili." Thorin made a motion with his head and his two nephews shot off immediately toward the door, their own curiosity getting the better of them already.

Kili opened it slowly, peeping his head through the crack, and a small gasp left his lips at the sight before him. "What is it Kili? Who's there?" Fili, his brother, opened up the door all the way and his own eyes widened at the sight, his mouth hanging open from awe.

Before them stood a girl. Her clothes were garbed up with metal weapons and the hood of a cloak sat on top of her head gently, shielding most of her face away from prying eyes. But the brothers would know her anywhere, even if she tried to cover herself from them.

She lifted her head up, smiling up at them since they were taller than her. "Hello boys, it has been quite sometime has it not?" Even the tone of her voice hadn't changed. She still sounded like a sweet little bird, fluttering amongst the wind softly. Their silence caused her a little bit of worry. Had they been injured in battle, halting their words? No she heard them speak only moments ago. "Fili, Kili? Are you alright?" Green eyes gazed at them with happiness; they hadn't changed at all since she last saw them. Well Kili had managed to finally grow a little stubble but that was about it.

Before she was able to say anything else, she felt herself being jerked forward by the brothers and into their awaiting arms. They hugged her as tightly as they could, daring not to let her go again. A small giggle escaped her from their sudden and pleasing actions. "I missed you too." She managed to wind her arms around the both of them and tears dared to leak from her eyes. No, she had not cried in sixty years and was not starting now, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Fili, Kili, who's there. Who are you embracing, answer me." Thorin asked from the living room, his eyes as well as others staring at the sight before them. The two brothers let her go and she gave off a small cough, going to stand before the dwarf prince himself.

"Remove your hood lass." He instructed once she was near him.

"I don't recall the Prince ever being so forceful with a lady." She mused out, bringing her hood down to her neck and exposing her face to him. He looked the same as when she last saw him. Proud eyes, strong build, and hair that fell in soft strands around his face though it was dotted slightly with white at the top now, she didn't care, nor did she mind.

His eyes widened once seeing who stood before him. He said nothing as well as the other dwarves for they were in shock as well. "It is nice too-umph!" She was pulled forward by another pair of arms. Strong a sturdy, Thorin held her against his chest in a tight embrace, much more tightly than the brothers had. The scruff of his beard tickled the top of her head slightly but she couldn't move, she didn't want to move. He even smelled the same. The familiar smell of wood and timber filled her nostrils and she smiled against his chest, bringing up her arms to wrap around his back.

"We thought you dead Estelle. When the dragon attacked I saw a building collapse on top of you." He whispered down to her, pulling his head away slightly so he could look down at her. To him she had changed much. The small, fragile little girl he knew as a child had been replaced by a woman with heart. Her smooth skin was now marred with lighter skin, showing she now had her fair share of scars. And her eyes that were once so doe like now were hardened slightly from the trouble she had gone through. Yes, she had changed to him, she had changed greatly.

"Estelle. It is Estelle everyone, come look." Thorin spoke out to his fellow dwarves and let her go, sensing that his embrace was not going to be her last. She was soon surrounded by dwarves that hugged her, kissed her, and spun her around in happiness.

"Estelle my dear, we did not know you were living. How did you escape the fire, the orcs?" Balin spoke up, asking the question that everyone was dying to hear. "We are all so relieved to see you in such good health. Please rejoice us with your tale."

"Alright, let me take this off and have a seat." She removed her cloak, revealing more of her skin to the eyes of the dwarves. It seemed that their happy moods were suddenly saddened by her body. She knew why. The last time they saw her, she was a simple girl, personal servant to Thorin while his grandfather was still in rule. She was always kind and happy to them, never harming a fly. But the woman that stood before them showed the skin of a warrior who had her fair share of battles.

"Do not fret my friends. These scars came at a price, and with every price comes a lesson. And with every lesson, I became wiser in the art of battle." She spoke, going over to the coat rack and placing her cloak among it. "You can thank Gandalf, had it not been for him I would have never found all of you again. I owe much to you Gandalf and thank you for reuniting me with my dearest friends." She turned to the wizard and he placed a hand atop her head, ruffling her hair a bit.

"Come now Estelle. We are all anxious to hear your tale." Gandalf spoke, ushering her to the couch so she may begin the tale that changed her from a girl...to a woman.