Jessica Mitchell sat on the front porch swing of her family home, her aunt had yet again set her up on another date promising the man she dated a share of the money "I don't love you, I dated you out of pitty and for your money." the words rang in her mind like a church bell.

Jessica let out a sigh, she was smart, kind, funny, brave, and strong-willed for an honorably discharged Marine of 25 years. She let out a sob, her long raven wing colored hair fell over her face. She was discharged for reasons unknown reasons she didn't and couldn't talk about. She leaned back in the swing, looking up at the ceiling of the porch an arm over her heart-shaped face.

Her father raised some of the toughest and meanest Bulls for the PBR (Professional Bull Riding) if you were a man of course. Around her, the bulls were calm and would follow her everywhere when she was in the fields. The current Bull going around with the PBR Erebor's Revenge was a bull she named the day he was born. Every guy she dated either was put onto her by her aunt or wanted her for sex.  She got a nice chunk of change after her father died, but she kept dad's dream alive. She just wanted a man to love her for who she was and treat her like a queen.

Her steel gray eyes, swam with emotion as she watched the sun sink low behind the trees. She wanted nothing more than to find her dream man.  If only the one she truly wanted was real. Thorin Oakenshield was everything she wanted in a man plus more. Even though he was a king. He was brave, honorable, handsome, and a fighter like herself. Nothing more than a dream one that would never come true...

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~Erebor, Arda

Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror laid awake in bed. He had turned down another dwarrowdam, much to his grandfather's horror and his father's amusement.

He wanted a woman who wasn't afraid of getting her hands dirty and fight like a man. A woman who could hold her own against any foe. Someone who would love him for who he was, not just a prince, but just Thorin. Oh, how he longed for his one.

He sighed "Mahal, please I ask of you. Please send me my one." he said to his god.

Thorin closed his eyes and fell into a dream of a woman who saw much blood and suffering. Armed with a metal bow that spat fire and lightning.

Her eyes the color of steel, her heart-shaped face with some scars. Scars from knife fights from her war. Her hair the color of raven wings. He wondered what other scars she had. She was perfect, she was so beautiful. He wanted to know her. He wanted to meet her. She was not of Arda. How could he get to her?
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That is all for this chapter.

Edited 5/6/18