Strings Attached

Thorin was in a bad mood all day. It was the little things. Rain. Wizard. Who decided to leave the Company. The food took too long. And before everybody could have some, Fíli, who was supposed to be watching the ponies, ran to the camp.
“Trolls!” he shouted.
“Everybody with me – not you, Dís” barked Thorin.
They disappeared in the dark.
Dís pouted. She wanted to fight, eventhough a little voice told her she shouldn’t. The little voice that made her hold her tongue and not argue with Thorin right now.
Alright.
Lets see if she can make Gandalf return.

Dís sat by a fire, still not believing completely this is happening. Being on the road, together with her brother, sons and clansmen.
Most of them were already asleep. And snoring.
She didn’t mind, on the contrary. This felt like home.
Not for the hobbit obviously, as he was getting up.
She savoured one more look at her sons, sitting together against a rock, talking in hushed voices...
Then the wailing sounded.
„Orcs,“ joked Kili.
That was something she didn’t consider before she joined the quest...
Fortunatelly Thorin was not having that kind of joke.
Thorin would not have orcs.

You could tell Thorin thinks that this whole burglar idea is a joke.
If you knew him.
Dís knew him all her life. That was why she was hiding from his sight... but not for long.
When he noticed her, the hobbit was completely forgotten.
Her presence endangers all of them. She is a dwarven lady. Any dwarf would feel a need to protect her...
„I can protect myself!“ she protested. Didn’t she know how to fight? „I can be responsible for myself!“
„But I cannot guarantee your safety! Noone is safe on this quest!“
„I know.“
That didn’t matter.