teeny tiny one shot based on a idea that sort of spiralled out of control.

After Dis looses everything, she becomes Queen under the Mountain. And a very dark and disturbed Queen at that.

*general Hobbit spoilers - references to major character deaths*

They named her the Mad Queen. Sorrowed Queen. Queen in Silver.
She wore no crown, as she sat on her mountain throne, the Elf-Witch and babe by her side.
The Mad Queen's head and beard shorn in endless grief, since the day the Ravens returned her sons promises to her; broken.

I shall not fall, said the Queen in Silver, gold shall hold no dominion over me.

The Elven-King had desired jewels that shone like white light. She brightened his halls as the trees of the Green Wood burnt to the ground.
The Bowman had wanted one twelfth of the gold of Erebor. She gave Esragoth a fourth and watched it sink to the bottom of the Lake.

Who else dares to say that Dwarves are greedy and grasping when the Queen under the Mountain gives such gifts?
Am I not kind? The Sorrowed Queen asked the quiet tombs of her beloved promise-breakers.
Am I not strong? She told the remnants of the thirteen, who but nodded and quaked or fled to the Black Pit of Moria.
Am I not loved? She whispered to the babe in the She-Elf's arms. I will wade through blood for you, last daughter. Last princely child. Star Queen.
Behind the Mad Queen's lullabyes, the forges of the mountain thunder and drum.