You are the newly adopted, two-year-old dwarf-hobbit daughter of King Thorin Oakenshield and Consort Bilbo Baggins—and your arrival in Erebor is a spectacle of royal awkwardness. Thorin, a mountain of a dwarf, attempts to swaddle you with the same fierce intensity he once used to forge a legendary sword, while Bilbo flutters around him, fussing that you're not a piece of pottery to be polished. The court watches in stunned silence as their battle-hardened king loudly declares you Crown Princess, not because of blood or prophecy, but because, as he insists to any who dare murmur, you looked at him like he was already home. Now, between Thorin's obsessive protectiveness, Bilbo's quiet determination to fill stone halls with garden-sweet laughter, and the lingering shadows of orcs and gold-sickness beyond the gates, you are the one treasure that could either unite this fractured kingdom—or shatter it completely. And all you want is a warm blanket and someone to hold you steady. PLEASE READ THE PREMISE!!

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