Hey guys! Someimportant facts to know! One: Any deaths that happen in the Hobbit have no happened here. Two: Erebor has been recaptured and it in it's second prime, along with Dale.Three: For the beginning I will be switching back and forth from two peoples p.o.v. You can probably guess who they are, but technically you don't know their names yet so they will be called person one and two until you find out in this story. With that, enjoy :)
Person One:
Cloaked under the night, a small body slinked between trees. It was quiet, especially so for a dwarf. It was pretty much useless though, for a few feet behind followed a orc. The dwarf wasn't scared. He knew he was there. The orc was a friend, believe it or not. But Orcs are not quite as quiet, making the dwarf growl slightly.
"Yegoth," The small dwarf whispered, "keep it quiet, I don't want to be found before we enter the city."
"Sorry Master," The male orc responded louder then he should have. The dwarf sighed. They were almost to the edge of the forest. Almost to the edge of Dale, a now renewed city, Governed by Bard the Bowman.
Dale, a busy trade city in the shadow of the Lonely Mountain. This would be the dwarfs new city.
"Master," Yegoth said quietly for once, "are you sure you'll be okay here? You could come back to my hole with me and keep doing night raids. You get a decent amount of profit from that." Yegoth's face showed great worry for his master. He knew his master was very well trained in his skill, for Yegoth had learned everything he knew about said skill from him.
"Pfft," Replied the dwarf. "You know I'm a better thief then any. I will thrive and fit in here. This is were I'm from don't you know? This is where my company came after they left me for dead. And this is where I will make them pay for it." The dwarf scooted behind a tree closet to the city, Yegoth following, hiding behind a tree to the left.
"Yes, I know master, I'm sorry. May your bread grow ever longer," Yegoth said, moving a couple trees further in the forest, getting a start on home.
"And you skin not turn to rock," Said the dwarf with a smirk. They shared one more glance before turning away. Yegoth ran into the trees, soon hidden from the dwarf's sight.
The dwarf took a deep breath. Pulled his cloaks hood over his head, and sprinted into the open darkness of night. He quickly reached the cobblestone wall "protecting" the city of Dale from thieves like himself, and just a quickly made it over.
He landed in a dark ally behind a bar.
"How lucky," The dwarf said to himself out loud, "the perfect place to start a journey."
With a smirk, he walked into the light of the main street, and into the barley standing building called, The Wasted Ones.
R&R please :)