Hello fellow fans of J.R.R. Tolkien!
This is officially the first chapter of my new story! I realize that it is very short, but I really wanted to get something uploaded that you all could read and get a gist of how the story is going to go.
I do hope you enjoy it and please leave reviews or send me messages if you have questions or comments!
~Blondiewoof7~
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT, ONLY MY OC :)
Cold rain pelted the windows of the Mad Badger Inn as lightening flashed across the dark night sky. After a particularly loud clap of thunder, the few people that were left in the inn shuffled closer to the fire as if seeking some form of comfort from the storm. As if on cue with the next clap of thunder the door to the inn flew open and slammed against the wall with a bang, startling the owner enough to shatter the drink in his hand. Swearing loudly the owner, a tall stocky man named Bill; turned toward the door angrily, intent on giving the idiot a piece of his mind.
"What the hell is wrong with y-".
Recognizing who the figure was, Bill's protest died in his throat and he immediately paled.
"I apologize for my anger, I did not realize it was you."
Nodding slightly in acknowledgement the cloaked figure closed the front door and started to silently ascend the stairs to the bedrooms. As soon as the sound of a door closing reached their ears, everyone in the room let out the breath they had been holding.
"I can't believe he returned so soon." one of the men whispered by the fire.
"What did you expect?" another asked. "His reputation for speed is known in this area."
Having cleaned up his mess, Bill came over and sat down by the others, looking to the stairs before leaning forward.
"I only hope he leaves soon; we don't need any more trouble in this town."
Seconds later the front door swung open again and a tall figure clad all in grey entered the inn. Bill sighed and got up to welcome the newcomer.
"Speaking of trouble, what business do you have here?"
The newcomer smiled and pointed toward the staircase.
"Is He here?"
Swallowing hard Bill nodded and went behind the bar, busying himself with cleaning the already spotless glasses.
"Room 7."
Thanking Bill, the newcomer strode over and swiftly climbed the staircase, striding with purpose down the hallway and stopping in front of a worn door where a rusty metal seven hung from the doorknob. Using the end of his long staff to rap a few times on the door, the newcomer did not have to wait long before he heard a gruff voice from inside the room bid him entrance. Taking off his hat, the man entered the room and smiled when he noticed that the inhabitant was sitting on a chair in the corner, cleaning blood off of a curved knife.
"So, what brings my old friend Gandalf the Grey to come knocking on my door?"
Chuckling softly Gandalf leaned on his staff and eyed the masked figure carefully, ignoring the question in favor of one of his own.
"I see you are still concealing your true identity Val Adlegor."
Sighing the figure stood and replaced the knife back in its sheath.
"You know good and well why I conceal my identity Gandalf. I am weary from my journey so please enlighten me on why you are here so that I can rest before I leave in the morning."
"Very well. I am here to collect my favor from you. I want you to join a quest with me."
"Seriously Gandalf? I am so close to finding Him and ending this charade so I can go on with my life. I don't have time to go on one of your weird quests."
"You don't even know what the quest is for yet." Gandalf stated innocently. "You may enjoy it."
Snorting, Val started removing his weapons, placing them on the chair he had occupied moments before.
"I highly doubt that Gandalf, but considering I owe you my life I really have no choice in the matter. What is this quest for?"
"There are a group of dwarves that will soon begin a quest to retake Erebor."
Val stopped moving and turned to face Gandalf.
"Are you talking about the line of Durin? Why must you get involved in such a quest? It sounds like suicide to me."
Gandalf sighed and leaned against the wall.
"It may very well be suicide but this quest will change the fate of the world as we know it, and I have a feeling that this quest will change your life as well. You just may find what you are looking for."
"Very well Gandalf, I will tag along on this quest of yours as long as my true identity remains secret. I also need you to promise me that if I catch wind of Him I have permission to leave your merry band and finish my own quest."
Gandalf nodded and held out his hand for Val to take.
"It's a deal my friend, as long as you promise to do your best to protect the company from any harm they may encounter on their quest."
Grasping his hand and sealing the deal, Val removed the mask covering his face and looked Gandalf in the eyes.
"You got a deal Gandalf."
Placing his hat back on his head Gandalf made for the door and opened it, before turning back to look at Val.
"Meet me in exactly one month's time in Hobbiton. We are meeting at the house of a Bilbo Baggins of Bag End."
Val shook his head and smirked.
"Seriously Gandalf? A Hobbit?"
Ignoring the jest, Gandalf left the room without a backwards glance.
"Do not be late Val."
Sighing loudly Val flopped on the bed and instantly fell asleep, unaware that life would drastically change in just a month's time
TO BE CONTINUED...
How will the dwarves react to Gandalf including another in their quest? Will Val show up late? Who exactly is Val? Stay tuned!
ANY AND ALL COMMENTS/QUESTIONS/REVIEWS ARE WELCOME! :)