"Your Majesty?!" Lydia managed to call out to the Dwarf King. "Go away, woman! Can't you see that I'm busy? You shouldn't be in here!" grumbled King Thror. "Your Majesty, your grandson sent me in here to bring you a message from him. He wishes to speak with you immediately!" continued Lydia. "I told you to leave!!" barked King Thror, as he spun around, glaring angrily at the dwarf woman. Lydia could see that he was about to attack her. "Get out of my Treasury! You thief!!" screamed King Thror, and suddenly, he was about to raise his hand to strike her, when suddenly without thinking, Lydia used her magic in self defense, shoving the Dwarf King away from her. And this really angered the King. "Guards! Guards! Arrest this treacherous thief!!" barked the Dwarf King. Suddenly the guards came charging as, as they brushed passed Balin and Dwalin, and they grabbed Lydia, taking her to the dungeons. "BALIN! DWAIN!" screamed Lydia, as she saw the two dwarves standing in shock, as they watched the entire scene go down.
"Why are they taking her to the dungeons for?!" shouted Dwalin, angrily. "Let's go find out from the King himself!" said Balin, as the two of them entered the Treasury. "Your Majesty, let's get you out of here--you've been in here long enough!" said Balin. "Sh--She lied to us--she used magic on me!" stammered King Thror, as the dwarves guided him to his chambers. "Dwalin, go get Thorin." said Balin. Dwalin nodded, as the dwarf bolted away to find Thorin, while Balin led the Dwarf King into his chambers. Later, Thorin came, and the Dwarf Prince demanded what is going on. "Where is Lydia?" Thorin demanded. But there was no response from the Dwarf King. "Where is she?!" demanded Thorin again, angrily. "She is sent to the dungeons lad--Thorin, there is something you must know about her--something she has with held from us, its the reason why she's locked up now. She has magical powers. She used her magic on me, when I tried to attack her--I didn't want to attack her--that's the last thing I wanted to do!" said King Thror.
Thorin now felt confused. And also angry. The Dwarf Prince hated to be lied too, and Thorin needed answers, and right away. "I'm going to talk to her!" growled Thorin. "Now go easy on her, lad! Don't get the poor lass upset--she's upset and startled enough as it is!" called out Balin. But Thorin ignored Balin's warnings, as he headed towards the dungeons. Once he arrived in the dungeons, he reached Lydia's cell down, as he could see her sitting on the floor with her head buried in her hands. "Lady Silverbeard, we need to talk! Right now!" Thorin demanded to her. Lydia looked up at Thorin with a worried expression, and she could tell that the Dwarf Prince is angry. "Yes, Thorin?" said Lydia, quietly. "My Grandfather told me something of great significance--why are you with holding information about yourself from us?" asked the Dwarf Prince sharply.
Lydia gasped. Oh crap, he found out about my magic! Lydia thought frantically. Lydia remained silent, as she didn't know what to say--as she feared and dreaded this day would come to get the truth out. "Answer me, woman!" shouted THorin, angrily. "Alright, I will tell you the truth!" said Lydia, and she told them from the beginning from her birth, up to when she is older. "Thorin, I'm so sorry--I'm truly sorry for not telling you this sooner-please don't hate me--I never meant any harm! I swear!" pleaded Lydia with tears in her eyes. "I would just keep you in her woman, for your lying. But I'm not going to do it. I will release you, and you will leave Erebor at once. I never want to see you around here again!" said Thorin, icily. "Thorin, you really don't mean it!!" cried out Lydia. "I meant every word of it!" said the Dwarf Prince, darkly. Lydia bolted away from Thorin in tears, as she headed towards her chambers, and she began packing right away.
As for Thorin, he decided to retire to his chambers for the night, without saying a word to anyone else. Meanwhile, Lydia packed her belongings, she hoped that Balin and Dwalin wouldn't find her packing. After she packed her belongings, she quietly left. She didn't want to bother telling the others that she is leaving, she was hurting too much to say thing to them. And she decided that her next destination would be in the Blue Mountains, where she would take up residence there.
************************************************************************************
Ered Luin,
Fall, 2800.
Years had went by, as Lydia took up residence in Ered Luin--and luckily she made a friend, an older dwarf named Milo Bluestone, whom owned and operated his own forge, selling weapons, jewelry and what not, and he hired Lydia as his apprentice, and Lydia enjoyed it working in the forge, and it was her long life dream of working in one. Lydia had chosen to forget about what happened years ago between her and the Royal Family of Erebor, and she told herself once she moved here, she would move on with her life. But it was up until one day, while Milo had to leave town to visit family, Lydia had took charge over the forge while Milo was gone, and she had been busy making, repairing weapons for the Dwarves of Ered Luin. That same morning, she heard the door of the Forge open. Oh good, more customers! thought Lydia, just as she was thinking things were going slow that day.
To her shock and surprise, she saw three dwarves entering the forge, and she instantly recognized them. At first, she wanted to tell them she is closed and take off running, but she couldn't. She had to face these dwarves--Thorin, Balin and Dwalin. Suddenly, it was Balin whom began to speak. "Is my eyes deceiving me, or is that really you, Lydia?!" exclaimed Balin. "Well, I see the witch has landed herself a job!" grumbled Thorin. "Thorin, that isn't very nice--it's been years since you last saw her! You could be at least nice to her. I thought Milo was running this forge, Lydia?" said Balin, now turning his attention to Lydia. "Milo has left to visit his family. He'll return in a few days. He's leaving me in charge of the forge. Is there anything I can do for you three?" asked Lydia, trying to keep as professional as possible.
"We're here to get our weapons cleaned and repaired, if that isn't much trouble to you,my dear lass!" said Balin. "No, its no bother at all! I wouldn't mind helping you!" said Lydia. "I expect these to be finished in a few days. We will return in two days for them!" said Thorin, casually. Lydia nodded, as she took their weapons. She tried not too look at Thorin, she didn't want Thorin to see her still hurt from their ordeal years ago. "Thank you so much lassie! Oh, there's a bonfire this evening! Are you going?" asked Balin. "I am not going, Balin--I rather just stay home and be alone! Thanks for the offer!" said Lydia, as she watched the dwarves leave the forge. No soon as they left, Lydia collapsed to her knees and wept heavily. Balin stopped while he watched Thorin and Dwalin walk away, as he could hear crying coming from inside the forge. "Are you coming, Balin?" called out Thorin. "I'll catch up with you lads in a minute!" Balin called out. "We'll just wait then!" said Thorin, his tone in annoyance.
Balin walked over to the house and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" called out Lydia. "It's me, Balin! May I come in?" called out the dwarf. Suddenly Lydia came to the door and opened it. "You've been crying! Are you alright?" asked Balin gently, as he entered. "No, I am not alright, Balin. Here I am trying to move on with my life after the way I got treated in Ereb---!" began Lydia furiously. She wanted to tell Balin how she felt, and how hurt she felt she was sent away. "You don't have to say it, lass--I know. What Thorin had done to you is wrong--he made a mistake of sending you away like he did, and I've tried telling him that, and his Grandfather that as well, and they refuse to listen." said Balin. "Will they ever like me again, Balin?" asked Lydia quietly. "I will try and have a talk to Thorin tonight,and I will tell him everything you told me." said Balin gently. "Actually, don't leave just yet, Balin." said Lydia. "Oh?" said Balin. "I'm going to write a letter to Thorin, and you can give this letter to him!" said Lydia.
"Okay, that sounds like a good plan!" said Balin. And so Lydia took her a pen and parchment, and she began writing her letter to Thorin:
Dear Thorin,
It's been years since we last spoken, and I just wanted to let you know, I may have magic powers, but it doesn't necessary change who I am. I am still the Lydia you loved years ago, before all of this happened---just because I have magical powers, doesn't make me a bad or evil person, Thorin, and I wish you and your Grandfather will understand that--I still feel hurt that you sent me away, and my heart is sore--leaving everything empty in my heart--now that I moved here to Ered Luin, thinking I would move on, and I couldn't--with your presence here, it's difficult---things have changed between us Thorin, and I wish we could bring our friendship back again.
Sincerely,
Lydia Silverbeard.
After Lydia wrote the letter, she sealed it, and handed the parchment over to Balin. "I'll see he'll get this letter tonight!" said Balin. "Thank you so very much, Balin! That means a whole lot!" said Lydia, as she hugged the dwarf. Balin hugged Lydia back, and he left, taking Lydia's letter to Thorin with him. Lydia prayed this letter would bring some sense back into Thorin.