A/N I am bouncing every where with stories. Sorry, I am now going to make another story. yes I know very well that I have like a lot UN-finished books out here, but an idea came and I wanted to make out now. I was even in the middle of the next chapter for my Star wars story. Well I hope you all like it. Thanks Raven o/A
Thorin walked slowly into a room, his dwarf friends and kin gathered round. And they began the sad call that had called them and their kin folk over the ages and still more years yet to come.
Far over the misty mountains cold.
To dungeons deep, and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day.
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
while hammers fell like ringing bells.
In places so deep, where dark things sleep.
In the hallow halls, Beneath the falls.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long- forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring o the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce then fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramped of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The young man sat on his bed listening to this sad call.
He did not understand why a bunch of dwarves would risk their life's against a dragon to get a mountain back.
it was all to confusing. He needed sleep a few winks would do. and with the scary thought of being burned up to ashes o his mind and in his dreams,
Bilbo Baggins drifted slowly off to sleep.
A loud noise woke him, it was the great flap of the feared Smaug. Bilbo sat up and looked around, his breath was shaky, he half excepted to see huge eyes looking at him through his bedroom window. But all he saw was the sun slowly climbing the sky and the gorgeous green rolling hills.
"Oh" He laughed to himself. He got out of bed and thought. I might need another nap after last night. But little did he know, that the same time the next day, he would be far, far away and would not see his little house and lovely sitting room and books for a long time yet to come.
A/n Hi, I hope you like it. I will use the separate verses to this song to head up all the other chapters and use the words to match the story. I hope you like it.
Please read and review. Thanks Raven o/A