A/N it's pronounced •Da•Lie•La•

~1 year after Fili's birth~

"It's a girl!" The midwife rushed in.
"A girl! Did you hear that lads!" The new father annouced loudly. The dwarves cheered. He ran in the room his wife was in. She was smiling at her newborn in her arms.

The father cherished his child. His first child. They named her Dalila. They had a feast in her honor. All of the blue mountains were celebrating. But the celebration didn't last long....

That night, while everyone was fast asleep in their beds, the Orcs snuck into their village. The started burning houses and raiding them. Killing innocent people. Many women and children were killed. By the time the dwarves knew, it was almost to late. But they fought hard and the Orcs were drove back. They knew better than to come back.

Sadly, one of the women killed was the mother of the newborn, Dalila. Her father was so devastated he couldn't care for the child. Dalila was an orphan. She went from place to place. Not knowing who her father and mother were. Thinking they both died in the tragedy. But secretly, her father watched over her. Not letting anything happen to her. Keeping her safe. Watching her grow into a beautiful young woman.

What do these two births have to do with each other? Read to find out.....