Disclaimer I do not own the Hobbit in an way or the P.J movies . (if I did I wouldn't be filling out student loan forms.)
A long way home
My dear Frodo, you asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it. I am old now, Frodo. I'm not the same hobbit as I once was. I think it is time for you to know what really happened…..
It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. There was the city of Dale, its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth; Erebor, stronghold of Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson.
Ah, Frodo, Erebor! Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is where they found it, the Heart of the Mountain! The Arkenstone. Thrór named it the King's Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King, Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in.
Thrór's love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow. The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North; the pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind. He was a fire-drake from the North. Smaug had come! Such wanton death was dealt that day, for this city of Men was nothing to Smaug. His eye was set on another prize. For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. Erebor was lost - for a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives. Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the dragon. No help came from the Elves that day... or any day since. Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. A once mighty people brought low. The young Dwarf prince took work where he could find it, labouring in the villages of Men. But always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, for he had seen dragon-fire in the sky and a city turned to ash. And he never forgave... and he never forgot….
That, my dear Frodo, is where I come in, for quite by chance and the will of a Wizard, fate decided I would become part of this tale. It began...well, it began as you might expect. In a hole in a ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home… But I'm getting ahead of myself for there is another beginning to this adventure, one that begins in a world entirely different from our own…..
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Rowan yawned and stretched out on the bench looking out at the desolate patch of road that passed the bus station.
"When is this bus supposed to get here it's getting hot!" she groaned turning to the blond sitting next to her.
Elira sighed and pulled out a piece of paper looking over it.
"it should have been here 10 minutes ago" she said frowning "If it doesn't get here soon we'll miss the next junction of the road trip"
The brunette dug through her small backpack and pulled out a water bottle and her cell phone.
"I'm shocked Bozwin and Adara haven't called to check up on us yet" she laughed imagining her elderly guardians staring at the phone debating on whether to call. "well it better get here soon she said cus I'm starting to get lightheaded"
Elira nodded, she too had begun to feel dizzy.
The young woman brushed a few strands of hair out of her face as the wind suddenly began to pick up, stirring the leaves on the trees.
They both clutched onto the bench as the whole world began to spin around them. The last thing the pair heard was a voice carrying on the wind
"I think it is time you came home"
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The first thing Rowan though was how uncomfortable the bench she was lying on was. Groaning she shifted around trying to get whatever was poking her pack to go away .
Finally with a loud frustrated groan she opened her eyes and looked around. There was no bench under her, only grass and a tree root which had been poking her back. Panic seized her as she looked around wildly
"what the hell! When did I get to a forest!?" she thought frantically.
Glancing around, she saw a small blond form sprawled out next to her on the ground.
"Eli wake up" she said shaking the other girl.
Elira sat up and blinked rapidly at the new surroundings.
"where are we?" she asked a hint of fear seeping into her voice.
"I have no idea but we better figure it out. Come on" The two got up and grabbed their small bags and wandered into the forest around them.
