There were few people that Thorin Oakenshield trusted. He trusted his kin, but that was it. After losing the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves of Erebor were looked down upon by many races of Middle Earth and elves had a special place of distrust in Thorin's mind. Except... Oreliell and her sister are wanderers, traveling across the vastness of Middle Earth, surviving in the wilds and helping those that needed it. Then, one day, they stumble upon a company of thirteen dwarves, a wizard, and a halfling. Author's Note: Please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.