Thorin looked extremely hurt, and just walked away.

We finally reached Erebor many days later.

Thorin was made king when Smaug was defeated.

I found my old cabin in the woods, and stayed there, without telling anyone where I was.

A week later, someone knocked on the door. It was Thorin.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"Where else would you be?"

"Point taken. Do you want to come in?"

"Please."

We went into the kitchen, and again, I had flashbacks about the first time we met. I also remembered the first time my father came home from a war. There had been other times Thorin and I met.

*** FLASHBACK***

I was two years old and sitting in the living room.

"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?" I asked for the fiftieth time.

"I don't know, sweetie, but remember, he's the general now. He's very important to King Thror." my mother said, rubbing my back.

Suddenly, there was a series of quick, very loud knocks.

"Flair, honey, go get the door for me please." she said.

"Okey-dokey mommy." I replied.

I rand to the hallway, opened the door, but didn't see anyone.

I stepped onto the porch confused.

Suddenly, someone a lot bigger than me picked me up and flipped me upside down.

I looked up and squealed.

"Daddy!" I shouted, hugging his arm, which was the only part of him I could reach, very tightly.

"Hey, shortstuff. I'm back just in time for my favorite girl's birthday!" he laughed.

"Oh yeah! It IS my birthday, isn't it?"

"You forgot?"

"I missed you too much to rezemember(intentional)."

"Well let's go inside so I can give you my present."

He carried me into the living room and set me on his knee.

He pulled out a long, brown package.

I hurriedly tore off the wrapping paper, and found a wooden hox that had been nailed shut. I looked to my father.

"You know how to open it." was all he said.

I pulled my dagger out of its sheath, yes, I was two and had a dagger. I also knew how to use it. My father had given it to my for my first birthday. My mother hated it.

I used it as a crowbar and popped the top of the box off.

Inside was an arrow.

"I already have a bunch of arrows. You showed me how to make them, remember? OOPS!!!" I suddenly covered my mouth. My mother wasn't s'posed to know that.

"YOU WHAT?!?!" my mother exclaimed.

"I can explain!" he started.

"Flair, you go outside and play for awhile." she told me in a dangerous voice.

I went outside to the river, and sat there.

I didn't mean to get daddy in trouble.

Suddenly, a pack of orcs swarmed over me, attacking me.

I fought off a bunch of them, proving daddy's point about me needing to know how to defend myself.

I was stabbed in the side and went down.

All of a sudden, orcs were falling and fleeing.

Four year old Prince Thorin was killing them. He had just been wandering around the forest and saw me in the fight.

Somehow, even though he was not much bigger than me, he carried me to Erebor.

I was slowly losing consciousness as we arrived.

"DAD!!!" he yell. Thrain walked up.

"Thorin, who is she and what happened?"

"I don't know, and there was a hundred orcs!"

They took me to the infirmary, and Thorin stood there trying to explain what he saw. I was strong enough for one sentence before I passed out.

"I lost my daddy's favoritest(intentional) dagger."

When I woke up, I heard voices from the other room. My parents telling King Thror that I was missing.

"We told her she could play outside, and we've looked everywhere!" my father said.

"I think I know where she is." I heard Thorin say.

"Where?" my mother asked.

Thorin led my parents into the room.

"Oh my god Flair!" my mother exclaimed, running to me to hug me.

"Ouchy, mommy, my side hurts." She let go of me as I said this.

"That's where the orcs got you." Thorin said quietly.

Then Thrain took my parents out of the room and explained what Thorin saw.

When they came back it, I talked to my dad.

"Daddy, I lost your favoritest dagger. It got stuck in the head of and orc. I'm really sorry." I said softly. He smiled.

"It's ok. What's important is that you're alive, all thanks to Thorin here."

"Um, General, sir. I-I found the dagger, cuz before she passed out an hour ago, she said she lost it, and I went and found it. Here you go." Thorin sounded scared of my father.

"Thank you, Thorin, and thank you for saving her too." my father smiled, ruffling his hair.

"You're welcome. " Thorin mumbled, still scared of my father.

Not caring about the pain in my side, I stood up and hugged Thorin tightly.

He hesitated before hugging me back gently.

Later that day, when we got home, my dad explained the importance of the arrow to me.

"You see, King Thror himself gave this to me for you, plus it was made by the young man who saved you." he told me. My mother was finally ok with me having weapons.

"The prince made it? Can we hang it on my wall?"

"Sure, but there is one condition."

"Yeah?"

"I told the king that you could make arrows really well too, and that you even put your name on the arrowheads. He wants one for the prince in exchange."

"Okey-dokey, I'll get you my very bestest one."

"You can even come with me tomorrow to give it to him."

"Okey-dokey!"

The next day, I slept too late. My father left for Erebor without me, so I snuck out and went all by myself.

I snuck into King Thror's throne room, hiding behind a pillar so they didn't see me.

"She is very skilled in the art of weapon making. How old is she?" King Thror asked.

"Two years yesterday, your majesty." my father smiled.

"So she has great interest in weapons?"

"Oh yes, her mother isn't happy about it either. She just wanted a normal little girl. In fact, just yesterday, the wife almost skinned me alive because earlier that morning, Flair had attempted to throw the dagger, and almost cut her hand off. Plus, then she found out that Flair knows how to make arrows. She was not happy. Flair is confused about why her mother doesn't like her having a dagger. She thinks she should have a dagger since all her friends do. Her mother pointed out that all her friends are boys."

"Sounds about right. She takes after you then?"

"Yeah, she has all my clumsiness too. Just yesterday she ran into a wall, tearing the bandage your grandson put on her side."

I heard a laugh from behind the throne, and evidentally the two adults heard it as well.

Thror stood and looked behind the throne.

"Thorin! What are you doing there?"

"I'm playin' hid'n'seek with dad." Thorin replied sheepishly, coming out from behind the throne.

They all started laughing, because Thrain ran in the room, asking anyone if they had seen Thorin, because they needed to head for the Iron Hills.

Since my dad was distracted, I tackled him.

"Flair! I thought you were still asleep!" he laughed.

"You promised I could come!"

***END OF FLASHBACK***

I had wandered to my room, where the arrow was still hanging on the wall.

"You kept it." Thorin said softly.

"Of course I did. When I was little, you were my role model, second only to my father, who gave it to me." I replied.

He pulled the arrow my father had given King Thror out of his pocket.

"They gave it to me for my 4th birthday." he whispered.