Fate's DesignLady Dís, daughter of Thráin, princess under the Mountain and Durin's Folk in her life faced great sorrows. When she was the only a couple of years old she lost her grandmother the Queen. Then at the young age of ten, the dragon came. She didn't remember the Erebor, not like her brothers but she remembered that day. That terrible day when her and others dwarves changed forever. She still can remember the roar of Smaug and the screams of her people. The stench of smoke and death still haunted her dreams. She still remembers the half-burned corpses of her people. Her own mothers one. Her brave, kind mother who died protecting young dwarflings. She could still hear her own screams when Frerin and Dwalin ripped her away from her mother's arms.

She saw King's Thranduil's betrayal when he turned away and left them without shelter and any aid.

Then they travelled and travelled.

First Dunland where they spend most of her dwarfhood. Then the Battle of Azanulbizar happened. The bloodiest battle to take back the Moria, the ancient kingdom of dwarves. In that battle fell many of her people. But most importantly her young brother Frerin fell to the swords of orc defending his brother to the last breath.

King Thór, her grandfather was beheaded by Azog. Only her brother Thorin came home.

She still after these years couldn't remove the memory of Thorin on his knees in front of her crying and begging for forgives that he didn't protect their family. It was the first time when she saw him like that. Not even when Erebor fell he cried and they spend the evening together crying while she was stroking his hair like he done thousands of times to her after a bad dream.

The grief lasted for a long time. And even now it's still here. Deep down in everybody's hearts.

But after every rain came sun still shines and after many years they finally found their place in Ered Luin, amongst of their kin.

In the Blue Mountains, she was happy. She finally found her One. The stories from her mother and grandmother couldn't prepare her for the happiness after she found her soulmate, Víli.

They were in love, her family or was left of them were safe and fed. After of a couple of years, Mahal blessed them with a healthy golden-haired baby boy. Her Fíli.

Oh, Mahal, she was ecstatic. Then they were blessed with the second son. Her Kíli.

But she should have known. Her happiness couldn't last long.

The Fell Winter. The Orcs, wargs and the body of her husband.

Oh, Mahal, she was devastated.

Her Víli. Her amrâlimê. Dead.

The loss of her One almost destroyed her soul But only her children kept her alive.

Her strong but young sons.

Heirs of Erebor.

And she sends then away to the danger.

The last pieces of her beloved husband.

The princess of Erebor choked back a sob who was threatened to come out as she watched her baby boys riding away to meet her brother and other members of the company who were ready to take back the Lonely Mountain.

But in the deep of her heart, she knew that its the last time when she saw her sons alive. And she wanted to scream. To grab them and don't let go.

But she couldn't.

What a terrible mother she is.

Please. Oh Mahal, the Maker,! I am begging you to take pity in my sons and brother. Save them. I am begging you.

Somebody, please! Bring back my family alive. Please, I don't want anything else. Don't rob me of them.