Good day everyone! Here is the next chapter I hope you all enjoy it. Above is the dress Jessica will be wearing, but it will be in Durin blue and silver.
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The journey from Rivendell to Erebor was a long and treacherous one, several times Jessica had to prove just how deadly she was with a blade or just about anything she could get her hands on. While she slept in the realm of middle earth she would awake in her world and carry on with her day. Although it came to no surprise to her that her Aunt would swing by while she was putting freshly shooed horses back into their stable. Only to have Oscar a Shettlen Pony with a case of big dog syndrome lunge for her. Oscar was a bit of a grouch which earned him the nickname of the muppet. Though he was nicer around Jessica the Pony always seemed to intimidate anyone else. 

Then at the end of the day in the real world when Jessica finished for the day she would retire to her bed and wake up in Middle Earth to continue on her journey. Prince Thrain was always considerate about her world. His questions always polite "Well I have a feeling my Aunt is going to set me up on another blind date." she said

"What is a blind date?" asked Thrain

"It is kind of like an Arranged marriage if you will minus the Marriage. My father left me a legacy that my Aunt wants a piece of. Even after I was honorably discharged from the Marines prior to my father's passing she always seemed to want my family's ancestral home. The house and the land surrounding it filled with history. It has a bomb shelter built within the side of a mountain." she explained 

"So, you are not so different from Draves then?" Thrain asked 

"No, I guess not, but I am thankful for Oscar. He always sends her running." Jessica replied 

"Oscar?" asked Thrain

"He is a Shetland Pony, that came from an abusive owner. He is a bit of a Grouch, but I put in a lot of work to get him to trust me. That and Ponies have tendencies of having big horse syndrome, they feel as if they have something to prove." Jessica explained.

Thrain nodded as they passed through Dale, Jessica sat astride a large black horse as she looked over to the Lonely mountain "I never thought that I would soon arrive at the gates of the Lonely Mountain." she said

"We will rest here for the night before reaching Erebor," Thrain said.

Jessica nodded and dismounted her horse who nuzzled her back "Love you too goofball." she said petting along the horse's blaze.

The horse began to relax as she moved to remove the saddle and blanket. She brushed her mount down as the stable hand walked over and took the horse to put him to bed for the night.

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Thorin looked out over the city of Dale and Lake Town, everything looked so peaceful. Thorin wanted to meet his one more than anything. He closed his eyes and let his mind run wild with the mere thought of her. Those gray eyes that seemed to remind him of the finest blade. Her dark raven-winged hair. Her sunkissed skin... She was perfect in his eyes. He wondered where she was right now.

Thorin just didn't know how close to Erebor she was at that very moment, as he left the battlement and went to his chambers for the night.

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When Jessica returned to the Realm of Middle Earth the next day she and Thrain put the City of Dale behind them. She sat astride her black beast of a horse and looked up at the massive gates of Erebor. It was breathtaking seeing them up close instead of on a TV screen.

 Thrain smiled at her amusement and awe of the gates "Beautiful are they not?" he asked

"No words can describe them," she said truthfully.

As soon as she was through the gate a few of the maidens took her to her room and pulled out a beautiful dress. It was blue, Durin blue and silver "Miss, this dress was made just for you. You will be able to keep your weapons on you hidden. Your job is to protect the princes and princess correct?" asked the maid

"It is. And I will not fail," she replied.

She changed out of her traveling clothes as a bath was drawn up for her. She knew the difference between a dwarrow and dwarrowdam. The women of the dwarves wore dresses unless you were princess Dis. Dis was the only exception to that.

She sank into the tub and leaned back against the fine wood. After what seemed like years of travel the hot water felt good on her skin as the warming heat sank to her bones. Working out pinched nerves and strained muscles. It was bliss.

When she had finished washing and drying the maiden helped her to dress "My Lady, you are to meet with the King." said the maid

"Thank you and please call me Jessica," she replied

"Of course Jessica. I am Alva." said the maid.

She smiled and hid her knives on her person as someone came into the room "So you are to protect my brothers and I?" asked a voice.

She turned her head to see a soft-featured dwarrowdam. She looked at her "Princess Dis." she said bowing her head

"Respectful, strong-willed, and loyal. I am a good judge of character. You're of men, but you have the height of a dwarf but a little taller." said Dis.

She was standard height, for a woman of her world. She stood five foot six. Dis circled around her, taking in her appearance. Dis smiled "I'm shocked you're not tired." said Dis

"If you mean by travel I am. If you mean dreams not at all," she said smirking.

Dis laughed "I like you already, come allow me to do your hair." said Dis.

She nodded and sat in the chair as Dis brushed and combed her hair "Your hair, its as soft a silk. How do you get such soft hair? Not even an elf can get hair this soft and easy to work with." said Dis in awe.

She smiled "Its a talent." she replied.
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Thorin stood on the left of his grandfather's thrown. His father had returned in the early morning hours with a guard that was said to be so deadly with their knives that they struck out faster than lightning. The doors to the throne room opened and his sister walked in. A woman walked in behind her. The dress the woman wore was the color of the royal guard. Her head was low in a sign of respect to the King "So this is she?" asked the King.

The woman's head came up slowly her eyes opening and his breath hitched. It was her! It was the warrior princess from another realm! She was breathtaking "Tell me, child, how did you get your wounds?" asked the King.

She looked at his grandfather "I gained my scars through war." she said.

Dwalin called her out on it when she saw a flash of silver behind the King. She pulled a knife from her sleeve and threw it. There was a clank of metal hitting the floor and a pained groan.

Dwalin went behind the King "Assassin!" yelled Dwalin.

The would-be assassin tried to run only to have a wooden chair slung it his feet to trip him up. She was as fierce as a dragon, swift as lightning she pounced "Who sent you?!" she snarled.

The assassin spat in her face "I will not talk to you." he said in Khuzdul.

She lost it and punched the bastard in the face knocking him out cold. King Thror laughed "I like her, she saved my life."

Dwalin looked at her with a glair "Why did ya knock him out for lass?" asked Dwalin

"I apologize, but I have a bit of a temper. As well as the eyes of a hawk. I can point out anything wrong in a room. It comes with the attempts on my own life." she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

Dwalin scowled at her "Master Dwalin, this woman saved your King's life. She has proved her worth." said King Thror.

She pulled her knife from the guy's shoulder and returned it to the bodice of her dress "I don't mean to step on your toes master dwarf, but I fear he has friends hidden within the mountain. Where there is one assassin there are more." she explained.

Dwalin nodded "I see, I wonder what else you are hiding." said Dwalin

"Dwalin, that is enough. Take him to the dungeon and when he wakes up find out who sent him." King Thror ordered.

Dwalin bowed and grabbed the assassin and drug him away "It would appear that you are much like my granddaughter. You feel uncomfortable in what you ware. So I will permit you to ask for any and all fabric and dyes needed for someone of your station." said the king.

She wasn't even in Erebor a day before she had saved the King, and as a reward for saving him. She was allowed to create her own wardrobe. She knew what she wanted. Something that reflected her American Indian heritage. Deerskin and lots of it, she was about to bring new meaning to the term silent but deadly.....