The young woman was sitting on the steps that over looked where the line of Durin now laid. She had shed a few tears, still wishing that this was all just a bad dream that she couldn't wake up from. The light of the torches flickered across her face as she thought long and hard about where she went from here? Freya heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs behind her, but she didn't look to see who it was. " Little lass, what are you doing down here?" Balin's voice came beside her as he took a seat, his eyes looking at her with great concern.

" I...don't know. I thought coming down here, would help me to decide what I should do now. But the truth is Balin. I don't know what to do." Freya muttered, trying so hard not to let the tears come out again. The elder dwarf caught sight of what she was holding in her hand and then looked at her.

"Freya...Oin told me of your situation." Balin began. The young woman looked at the dwarf surprised. Had the medic told him that she was carrying Thorin's child? " He told me that you weren't sure if you would be staying or leaving. I want you to know lass, that the others and myself include, care about you very much and you know, you will always have a place in this kingdom, but if you do decide to leave, I completely understand, but this is a decision you must make yourself." Balin stated, giving her a smile. She gave him a small sad smile back and glanced in the direction of the dead again. The dwarf gently took the necklace from her shaking hands and held it up at both ends. " Would you allow me to put this on for you?" He asked her. She silently nodded and turned slightly to her side, and held up her hair, so the dwarf could clip the two ends together easier. Her hair fell against her back and she turned back to look at Balin. " Thorin loved you very much lass and he would want you to be happy wherever you are." He said, getting up from the step. " Come on lass, lets get you out of here. I'm sure you must be starving." He added as he held out his hand to help her up and the two of them walked back up the stairs, Freya glancing behind her one last time and her decision was made.

The two of them walked down the hall where they met up with Bilbo, who was carrying a satchel filled with his fourteenth share of the treasure. It was clear Bilbo did not wish to stay any longer then he had to and the dwarf decided to try and convince him to stay for the feast. " There is to be a great feast tonight. Songs will be sung. Tales will be told. And Thorin Oakenshield will pass into legend." The dwarf stated, trying to keep himself from letting the tears come out as he and two cousins stood outside, just before the makeshift bridge.

"I know that's how you must honor him." Bilbo began glancing to his cousin and then looking back at the elder dwarf. " But to me, he was never that. He was... to me...he was..." the hobbit's voice broke as he felt the tears form behind his eyes. Freya was in a similar state. " Well, I think I'll slip quietly away. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?" Bilbo said his voice continued to break. "Freya, we should get going." Bilbo insisted as he took a few steps towards Gandalf who had a horse and two ponies beside him, waiting. "Freya? Are you coming?" The hobbit repeated turning around to see his cousin hesitating for a second. She looked at Balin, who gave her an encouraging smile.

"I....yes. Balin, will you tell the others that I'll miss them very much." Freya asked, her eyes beginning to water.

"You can tell them yourself lass." Balin stated with a sad smile. The two hobbits turned to see the others standing just at the entrance. The dwarves were all incredibly sad to see both cousins leaving. They had grown quite fond of them both on this journey. Freya hugged each and every one of them. She would miss all them so much but three of them would always have a special place in her heart. Balin was the first one to believe in her that she could be worth something to this quest. Bofur was the first to become her friend and Dwalin, he was the first to see past the fact that she was a woman and could become a capable fighter.

Bilbo was the next to come towards the company and stood beside Freya, letting out a slight chuckle. " Uh, if any of you are ever passing Bag End, uh...tea is at 4. There's plenty of it. You are welcome anytime." The company bowed to the hobbits in thanks. " uh...don't bother knocking." he added and the dwarves chuckled at this, even Freya, laughed a little. When she hugged Oin, he promised her that he would keep her secret, and she promised that her child would know of them and their father and what he did to give his people back their homeland. Bilbo and Freya started to walk towards the wizard, tears were already coming down her face and their was one person left to say goodbye to. She hugged the elder dwarf .

"You take care of yourself lass." Balin whispered to her and the cousins joined the wizard and climbed onto their ponies and made their way towards Dale. The company watched them until their were too far gone to see and they all went inside to enjoy the feast.

The journey back was quiet. Freya often traveled behind Bilbo and the wizard, wanting to be alone. She was questioning herself if she was doing the right thing? It took them nearly two months to arrive in Rivendell. Lord Elrond welcomed the three of them back and offered his sympathies to the young woman's terrible lose. The elves were putting on a feast and invited the two hobbit's to join. Freya was hoping not to attend but Bilbo insisted she needed to eat something. He watched her on their ride back, that she was only eating a little and he wasn't going to continue to watch his young cousin go down this path. He knew she was blaming herself for the deaths of the line of Durin and he knew if Thorin were still here, he would not want her to do that to herself.

The cousins sat at the table with Lord Elrond and the wizard. Freya continued to look down at her salad in front of her and decided she was feeling quite hungry. She managed to keep down her first few bites and Bilbo was relieved to see her finally eating something. She nearly had half her salad down, when she was suddenly not feeling to well and stood up. " Excuse me." She muttered, covering her mouth and taking off out of the courtyard. The three of them followed close behind, just in time to see getting sick behind some plants.

"Freya? Are you alright?" Bilbo asked in worry, coming right to his cousin side.

"I-I'm alright." She said through shaky breathes. She went to stand up only to feel a wavy of dizziness hit her and she was steadied by Lord Elrond.

"You, need some rest. Come." Lord Elrond said and he led the young woman down the hall to a room. The elf stopped one of his elf guards and and spoke in elvish and the guard nodded and left straight away. Elrond waited for the hobbit to climb into the bed and he handed her a remedy he had just made. " Here, this will help you get some sleep." He explained before giving her the cup.

Thank you." she said and she gulped the fluid back and sure enough in a matter of seconds she was sound a sleep. The elf stepped out of the room, their was something off about her and he couldn't figure out why. He had a feeling he knew what it might be, but he knew someone who be able to know for sure.

"You sent for me, Lord Elrond." a woman's voice spoke from behind him. He turned to see Lady Galadriel and he nodded and the she elf followed behind him. Bilbo and the Wizard had been asked to join as well. The she elf was standing at the woman's bed side, and she placed her hand on Freya's forehead.

"What's wrong with my cousin? Is she alright?" Bilbo finally asked, even Gandalf was slightly concerned about her.

"Your cousin is carrying not 1 but 2 heirs to the line of Durin." Lady Galadriel confirmed. Bilbo's eyes widened and then looked at his cousin. Wondering if she even knew herself. Even Gandalf was left astounded by this. " I think it would be best if Freya stays in Rivendell, until her children are born. We will send elves to escort her back home when she is well again." The she elf stated. The wizard and Lord Elrond both nodded and left the two hobbit's alone. Bilbo sat by his cousin, waiting for her to wake up.

It was the next day. Bilbo had fallen asleep sometime during the night but was awake to find his cousin just waking up. "Freya, are you feeling better?" Bilbo asked. She nodded her head. " Freya....lady Galadriel said you are with child--;" Bilbo began only to be cut off by his cousin.

"I know....I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away Bilbo. I know you were so worried about me on our journey back here, seeing me getting sick a couple of nights." She stated.

"You knew?"

"I didn't find out until....after Thorin passed on." she continued, looking at her cousin.

"Freya, I'm so sorry..."

"I should have gone to Oin sooner...maybe if I had I could have told Thorin that his line would continue on...but I was distracted with everything that was going on. " She admitted, as a tear came rolling down her face.

"Did any of the others know about this?" Bilbo wondered.

She shook her head before answering."Just Oin...Bilbo. I heard Lady Galadriel saying it would be best if I stay here until their born and I agree with her." Bilbo nodded in understand. " Don't worry cousin, we will see each other again very soon.

"Of course we will. I look forward to meeting your children when you return home." Bilbo added, giving his cousin a smile. Bilbo stayed for a couple of more days and said his goodbyes to Freya before he continued to the Shire with the Wizard. With each passing day, things got better for Freya and she couldn't wait to finally meet her children.

It's nearly summer. Freya's stomach had grown incredibly big and soon it would be time. The woman was out in the gardens, sitting in the sun, two elf guards near her encase. Hours passed and she went in, starving as ever and ate enough food that could have filled 4 people. The elf medic was sure that within the week it would be time and he confined her to bed.

The sun was just beginning to rise over the valley when a piercing cry came from Freya's room. The elves came dashing into her room, seeing the pain that was on her face as she stiffened and her cries became even more louder as the labor progressed. Hours went by and Freya heard the most beautiful sound. The sound of her own child's cry. Lord Elrond said something in elvish and smiled and looked at her. " It's a girl." The elf laid the child in Freya's arms and she smiled down at the little one. " What will you call her?" the elf asked curiously.

" I was thinking Thora." but her expression quickly changed from being one of overjoyed to one in great pain. One of the elves quickly took Thora into their arms as they prepared for the next one. With one last gasp and a moan of pain it was over and she again heard the soft cries of her other child.

" congratulations its another daughter, Freya." Lord Elrond praised. The woman smiled through her exhaustion and held her youngest.

"Do you have a name for this one?" Another elf asked, with a smile on her face.

"Thea." Freya breathed, before closing her eyes. Lord Elrond quickly took up Thea in his arms, just as Freya's grip went slack from her exhaustion, and two elf maidens looked after the two girls while their mother rested.