Guardians of Middle-Earth: Invasion to Lóthlorien

by Fanficteller

Couple years after the Battle of Five Armies, the ancient evil rises in the North in the name of Dark Lord and threatens to unleash the war upon the unsuspecting northern lands, starting from Lóthlorien. Gandalf forms a small group of warriors as the Guardians of Middle-Earth to protect the free peoples of Northern lands from upcoming evil before everything falls under the darkness

1. Chap1: Secret Assemblage

Welcome to Middle-Earth to follow the Guardians of the Middle-Earth adventures to stop the ancient evil from conquering and covering the North with darkness in the name of Dark Lord Sauron and save the Middle-Earth from the dark forces of evil.

ENJOY OF READING!

(I don't own Lord of the Rings. Only my own characters and my own edits in Middle-Earth's)

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ASSEMBLING OF the GUARDIANS OF MIDDLE-EARTH.

Gandalf: 71 Years before the great War of the Ring, many songs have been sung and many tales told about the many heroes and their heroical actions all around of the Late Third Age of Middle-Earth;

Like the fierce and an unprecedented counter-attack of the hobbits led by the young hobbit named Bandobras "Bullroarer" Took against the terrible goblin king's Golfimbul's goblin invasion upon Shire in the great Battle of Greenfields defeating the goblin king.

Like the great king of Rohan, Helm Hammerhand, saved his people and defeated the dunlending invasion against Rohan at the gates of Hornburg, the great fortress of Helm's Deep.

Like the young dwarf Prince Dain II Ironfoot defeated the evil orc king, Azog, in the great and terrible battle of Azanulbizar in front of the Eastern-Gates of the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria in the final days of the great War between the Orcs and Dwarves.

Like the lakeman Bard Bowman, the descendant of the Lord Girion of Dale, killed the mighty Dragon Smaug with the Black Arrow.

Like three four of the North, Bard the Bowman, Dain Ironfoot, Thranduil of Mirkwood led the united armies of lakemen, elves and dwarves against the terrible army of orcs, goblins, bats and wargs in the great Battle of the Five Armies in front of the kingdom of Erebor and the City of Dale.

Like the suicidal but heroical counter-attack of elves, lakemen and dwarves rallied and led by Thorin II Oakenshield against the evil orc king Bolg, son of Azog, and his overwhelming legions of goblin bodyguards and wargs, giving his life for the freedom of his homeland.

And like one of the famous hobbits among the dwarves, Bilbo Baggins, helped the entire people of dwarves to reclaim their homeland lost to the dragon Smaug in 2770 and return it to its rightful owners.

With all such of heroic acts, we've been able to hold the evil from conquering our lands and covering everything good, light, beautifulness, happiness and freedom into the evil, darkness, destruction, agony and slavery upon of these lands.

However, the peace is not eternal.

Couple years after the Battle of the Five Armies...

Even after the necromancer, who was recognized to be Sauron returned, had been banished away from the ruined evil fortress of Dol Guldur by the White Council, I though that after their massive defeat and huge massacre in the battle of the Five Armies, which wiped out most of their wreched and filthy people, the remaining orcs and goblins and many other hideous creatures of the Misty Mountains retreated far to the north behind of the mountains of ancient kingdom of Angmar, where they hid to escape the persecution and where they neither cannot cause the harm to the peoples in the shouth

I though that wiping out most of his forces, we managed strike hard and deep into the enemy's strength that HE was more than just willing to leave us alone for the next decades.

But I was so wrong...

I've been informed by the great eagles of the Misty Mountains, that there's something going on in the north. The small groups of the goblins and orcs seems to have grown into the herds and they've once again started to swarm in the hidden tunnels and caves deep under the Misty Mountains. The mountain fortress of Gundabad, which I though had been abandoned after the orcs and goblins massive defeat and massacre on the Lonely Mountain, has been once again taken under the rule of evil.

But the most concerning thing which worries me deeply, is that the darkness seems to been growing far away in both of the Mountains of Angmar and the Hills of Ettenmoors and the huge area between of these evil mountains is swarming by the hideous creatures. Whatever this a new and strange evil dwells in those mountains, it's possibly the great threat to the lands of Eriador.

The White Council has been once again called to the meet in Rivendell, but because I knew that using our blind credulity, the evil has had time to prepare to counterattack and they may strike even now when weren't yet ready for them. So I needed more time to get unsuspecting peoples of Eriador to get prepared for the upcoming threat and someones to keep an eye of the evil's movements while my full attention was in preparing for the council meeting.

So, I sent the message to all over of Middle-Earth, calling the volunteer warriors to the meet I kept in secret from Council.

I had to wait for very long time for the responds to my messages, until I eventually, and finally, got the responds from the handful of volunteer warriors from all four peoples of Middle-Earth.

and what these warriors did after a long-awaited responding and a secret meeting between of me and them, it belongs now to among the many major deeds, which had ever been done in Third Age of Middle-Earth.

These brave and great warriors heroical story deserves to be told, known as...

...THE GUARDIANS OF THE MIDDLE-EARTH!

One night, a week before the meeting of the White Council in Rivendell, I set a secret meeting between of me and these warriors in the town of Bree, where I was supposed to meet the warrios in the corner of the main room of Prancing Pony.

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TA 2944.

One rainy night, as always, the guard of the gate of Town of Bree was in his booth smoking a pipe.

It was quite peaceful tonight. Not much visitors nor hobbit and dwarf merchants. There was only passing travelers who had no intend to stop here for the night. They only kept going on their way in the muddy road.

The guard nearly hopped that there was no one coming tonight so he can have a chance to go to sleep.

However, as he was intend to do so, someone knocked to the wooden gate.

The guard snorted in annoyance that someone had eventually decided to stop here for the night.

However, he had to do his job. So he took his hooded raincoat, put it on him and stepped out from him dry, warm and gozy booth and stepped to the gate.

At first, he had to check the newcomer before he was able to let him in.

The guard opened the small wooden hatch in the gate and peeke out.

He saw a tall and slender mand standing in from of the gate. who had dressed as well into hooded raincoat. Who would walk alone in the road in this pouring rain without the hooded raincoat.

The man had the black beard and black hair and under of his raincoat seemed that he had dressed the silky white-crey travel robe.

The man was also carrying something with him. Something like the walking stick or staff, which top the stranger had however covered with the fabric... for the some strange reason, the guard guessed.

"Who are you and what do you want?" The guard said with a bit annoyed and gruff tone.

The stranger narrowed his blue eyes and coiled his nose in disgust for such of gruff greetings.

"I am Evidin, Son of Eferar. I'm here to meet someone in the inn of Prancing Pony. Nothing else about me or my purpose in here is not in your concern." The stranger called Evidin said with the strong and stern tone.

Evidin's tone of voice had the great effect for the guard as he took aback.

The guard also made clear to himself that whoever this stranger was, it may not be wise to antagonize him. Especially after he saw the long two-handed sword peeking from its scabbard, which was hanging in his left flank.

So, the guard humbly stepped back and closed the hatch and opened the gate.

"Pardon me, sir. I'm just doing my job. It's just... no one will ever know that what kind of business the strangers move with in these days" The guard said humbly.

Evidin walked inside of the gate but suddenly stopped after entering and turned his stern face towards the guard who humbly bowed down either in the remorse, respect or simply out of fear.

"Then do your job, and you make the great service to this town." Evidin said back.

The guard slowly and humbly stood upright, nodded at Evidin and closed the door.

"May you help me and tell me that where I can find the inn of Prancing Pony?" Evidin asked.

"Walk straight ahead to the town center and once you're there, turn to the right. There's the sign above of the inn-like building's door with the picture of the fat pony standing on its hind legs and beneath of the picture reads "Prancing Pony." You cannot miss it." The Guard guided.

Evidin pushed his hand into his pocked and pulled out the small bag of money and threw it to the guard's hands, without paying any attention to him.

The guard grabbed the bag from the hair into his hands and looked at the stranger with the dumbfounded and with a bit confused expression on his face.

"As my thanks." Evidin said and kept walking towards the town center as the guard only shrugged and returned to his dry, warm and gozy booth.

Roadstone was also quite muddy, but it didn't bothered Evidin.

What bothered him that from all the villages of the Eriador, Bree had to be the one in which among the honest men, dwarves and hobbits had hide the many dishonest residents... like some dishonest hobbits and dwarves who lives in this town's streets by pick-pocketing from the others, especially from the new unsuspecting visitors... but the worst ones were among the men. Evidin had already heard that there's happened the numerous bloody street- or bar-fights or intentionally made burglary and arson work all around of the town. And on top of that, some of the strange visitors were from the barbaric lands of the Dunland or Rhudaur. These men were never polite and they were always either bullying or talk big to the weaker and nearly defenseless visitors and residents. Evidin has also heard that there was once happened the attack of the raiders, which were however either driven back or captured by his kind.

Evidin was one of the blood of the people of the nearly extinct race of Nûmenor... and he belongs to the dûnedain rangers as the protector of these lands and its people, such of hobbits.

Evidin was also elf-friend, which meant that he had good relationship with the elves by knowing their language, their history, their skills and some of their magic, which made him as the wizard-like despite being the mortal man.

As the proof it, he was wearing the elf-made silvery forehead crown with the inlays of three gemstones on his head, whuch he kept under of his hood. And the staff he was carrying with him was indeed the staff and even the elf-made staff, which was silver-white by the color and in its top has hewn the figure of the White Tree of Gondor, which has the white crown above of its upper branches and it was surrounded by Seven crystal-white shiny Stars. Under of the figure of the White Tree seemed to be the inlays of three shiny gemstones coiled by the Tree's white roots.

The gemstones in his crown and the staff One of the stones was the bright white, another one was the deep-toned blue and third and the last one was the fire-red jewels. The rumors are telling that within of these stones is dwelling somekind of mysterious magical powers which grands to the crown's wearer the ability to control and manipulate the three elements... fire, water (plus ice) and air. The rumors are also telling that these stones are the pieces of those stones which were used as the resources for the inlays of Three Elven Rings of Power, Narya: Ring of Fire, Nenya: Ring of Adamant, and Vilya: Ring of Air, a long time ago before he himself was even born.

But because this was top secret information and as the friend of the elves, Evidin has promised to his staff's and crown's makers and his elven teachers to use their powers only then when they're truly needed but mostly keep this as his and their secret from everyone except from the another elves and the most trusted elf-friends such like the wizard called Mithrandir among them. And for the reason, because the elves had revealed to him that the enemy and his evil forces were looking for the Elven Rings of Power, as they had already re-acqquired most of the Dwarven Rings of Power, which are not consumed by dragon fire... and Evidin was more than just aware of what had happened to the last NINE ones.

And because Evidin has been taught about the magic by the elves, he was also able to use some elven spells when they came to need instead of using the powers of the gemstones.

Evidin has also knowledge about the elves medical skills and that's why he carried with him the bottles which contained the different elven-made potions, medicines and herbal remedies – with the good example, Athelas - which he used to heal the physical and even poisoned wounds.

The way from the gate to the town center was luckily silent. There wasn't nearly anyone walking in the road. Not the townspeople neither the rude and rudely pushing visitors from the shouth and pickpockets, because nearly in the empty area, they're always so easily to be heard and spotted. They have a much better chances to pick pockets of the road is full of people whose full attention is in their own business.

As he reached to the town center and turned to the right, he noticed that he had arrived to the door of the wooden building, which had the wooden sign hanging above of it.

And as the guard had guided him, it was the picture of fat pony standing on its hind legs and ther read "Prancing Pony" beneath of the pony.

So, Evidin remowed the hood from over of his head – but quickly hided his crown into his pocket – and entered inside of the inn and stepped into the main room.

There was quite dark in the main room and the only source of the light was coming from the huge fire place, which light was however blocked by the dozens of different sized and in the dark-colored clothes dressed men.

There was also some dwarves, who were sitting only with their own kind, eating greedily the meat, cheese and drinking the beers. They were also loudly laughing with joy like one of them had just told to the others somekind of funny joke.

There was also the hobbits, who had mostly took the table from the corners of the room and were mostly sitting silently, not talking to the anyone except with themselves.

The air was full of whispering and silently muttering sounds from everywhere and there was the strong smell of smoking a pipe and the smoke which a bit bothered his eyes.

"Excuse me, sir, but you do not seem to be from these lands. Can I help you?" A new voice suddenly asked, snapping Evidin out of his thoughts and he turned to the main room's disk, behind of which the brown-beared, slightly lower-sized than Evidin and a bit overweight man was looking at his direction.

Evidin sighed deeply and walked next to the disk.

"Yes. Yes you can. At first, I'm from the western side of Eriador and these lands aren't strange to me. And secondly, you can help me by telling me at first that who are you." Evidin said with the gentle but still demanding tone.

The man took a bit aback for this, looking at Evidin with a bit offended look on his face.

"Woah, woah, woah! Easy, easy, easy, big fella! I know that it's bad weather out there and that you've walked the long way from wherever in this pouring rain but there's no need to be so impatient neither gruff. Barliman Butterbur, keeper of this Inn, at your service." The man called Barliman Butterbur said as he slightly but bumbly bowed to his new guest.

"Alright, Barliman Butterbur. Can you tell me, that is here arrived more foreign visitors than just me who are not from these lands? I have the meeting with them in here right now, from what I cannot tell more to you, so I need to know that is here any kind of such of foreign visitors already or not." Evidin demanded.

Barliman Butterbur rubbed his chin trying to pick from his memory such of foreign visitors Evidin mentioned. It wasn't easy for him due to him having the bad memory but also having served so many guests the day after day that he always doesn't remembered all of his guests... even that that was the guests after the previous guests either men, dwarf or hobbit.

It took from him a while to consider the right answer for Evidin's question, until he suddenly turned his head to one of the corner of the main room, where was one table...

"Oh, my! My poor memory is wandering all around again! You see those ones in the corner of the room. They're foreign visitors you mentioned, or at least some of them whereas the rest are from these lands. One of them, that one who has that grey-white hooded robe, asked me to ask the name Evidin if there happens to enter the very tall man like you. Is your name Evidin?" Barliman Butterbur asked as he pointed his finger towards the corner table, around of which was sitting at least seven figures with the different-colored hooded robes.

"Yes, that's my name." Evidin said with the node.

"Then please, master Evidin. Join them and enjoy the evening. Even though I do not know why or for what you and them have meeting in here but probably it isn't my business. And good so, because I have so much work to do with my guests. Do you want to eat something?" Barliman Butterbur said as he with the friendly manner pushed Evidin into the main room and towards the corner where the rest of the foreign visitors were.

"No thank you. We're just visiting here." Evidin said and walked forward to the corner.

Evidin took the look at the figures sitting in the table in the corner. Even though they all had the hooded robes to hide their identity, but judging from their sizes, it was clear that at least three of them were the hobbits, one of them seemed to be dwarf, judging from his muscular and size as a slightly bigger than the small and slender hobbits. A taller and more slender one of them seemed to be the elf and the last one a man.

Evidin didn't yet saw their faces due to their hoods and that their faces and the full attention was in the last figure, who was sitting the opposite side of the table. despite he himself having the hood over of his head and the darkness in the corner, even though there was a small and nearly burned out candle poorly/weakly enlighten the corner, his faces were the most visible.

He had the the elderly face and grey-white beard, hair and eyebrows.

Evidin recognized this hooded figure immediately.

"Gandalf."

Gandalf raised his head and turned to the direction from where the sudden voice, which had called his name, had came to his ears.

Also the other hooded figures turned their heads and attentions to Evidin, confirming his assumption about the hooded figure's races as to the correct.

The hobbits were both tan-skinned and one of them was slender and another one of them was a bit fatter and he had the chubby cheeks. Both of them had curly hair, which was golden with the slender one and red-brown with another one. And they both had the hairy feet as usually with all hobbits. They were both dressed into the hobbit-made travel clothes, which were the red-brown witn the slender one and grey-green with the fatter one. And both of them had the hooded capes.

The dwarf had also the eldery faces like Gandalf and the skin of hif face was rough, wrinkled and full of scars and his has, like any dwarf, plump nose. His seemed to have bald head but a large beard. He had the large muscles and his fists seemed to be larger than normaly in the men and dwarves. The dwarf had thick travel clothings under of which we was wearing the dwarf-made armor shirt. The dwarf was also carrying the packing with him, which probably contained parts of the dwarf armor, such like dwarven-made heavy chest armor, shin- and wrist guards, shoulder pads and dwarven-made helmet. In the dwarf's belt was hanging the small selection of single-handed throwing axes and he was also carrying on he back the large dwarven-made crossbow, with two quivers full of the dwarven bolts... and as his primary weapon was two-handed and double-edged dwarven battle ax, which large blades greatly resembled the square-shaped stars attached to each other in the end of the ax's handle.

The elf, who was rather standing unlike the others around of the table, was quite slender and smooth-skinned female elf with the quite tall limbs. She had the long golden hair and green-colored almond-shaped eyes and her leaf-green silky elven clothes and boots seemed to be galadhrim-made due to the golden patterns in her clothes wich resembling the features of the Golden Forest. The elf was even wielding the small part of galadhrim armor but only golden chest armor and wrist guards. She had also two long galadhrim-swords resting in two scabbard hanging from the belts in her back along with the galadhrim longbow and arrow quiver full of galadrim arrows.

The man of this unlike group was coming from the kingdom of Gondor. He was quite muscular, tall and strongly built man like Evidin, but the man of Dûnedain were more taller than Gondor's physically and mentally normal men. He had the blue eyes, blonde hair and blue eyes. Evidin was able to see him wearing the traveling armor with the symbol of the White Tree of Gondor under of his own robe.

"Aah. Evidin. Good that you were able to come. You're a bit late from the right time but but better late than never." Gandalf said as he referred Evidin to take the sit.

"Please let me introduce you my new friends, Evidin." Gandalf said and referred with his hand at first the hobbits.

"These three are Hustlin from the Smartass family and Nicholas from the family of Guzzles.

"While using his time as protecting Shire's borders and getting to know some hobbits, Evidin knew exactly these families."

The hobbits of the family of Smartasses, or at least they called themselves so, are said to be the most smartest hobbits of the shire, because they have in their tiny little head so much of useful solutions to cope with all kinds of problems or guide those ones who're in the need of help wwith the wise advices. This was also sometimes a bit bad thing, because if their a gift of intelligence is overcame by the the excessive curiosity or harmless mischief, these hobbits are able to become sly and full of cunning tricks like the foxes that it's nearly impossible to get them caught in the act... which was made even more difficult due to the hobbit's ability to stay nearly completely out of view, even from the hobbit sized creatures such like goblins.

The hobbits of the family of Guzzles, they were sweet, friendly and kind-hearted hobbits, who also has the great a large and selective appetite. These hobbits loves food and eating and that's why they're quite chubby. But that doesn't mean that they're lazy. They're master cooks and always be careful about that, they have always cooking utensils and ingredients with them before they leave anywhere. But even though it's said that the hobbits has a good habits, it will not be quite wise to allow one of the Guzzles to come into the dinner table, because these hobbits lacks the table manners.

"Our dwarf friend is Groff, son of Gruff and one of the line of Durin from the Lonely Mountain and the veteran of the Battle of the Five Armies and the War of dwarves and Orcs. Currently, he's peddler between the dwarven and men settlements and kingdoms between the Blue Mountains and Erebor." Gandalf said as he referred his hand towards the dwarf of this company.

"But my hands have still the old lust for breaking the goblin skulls!" The dwarf proudly commented as he squeezed his another fist together and smashed it against his open hand.

The elf only rolled her eyes at the dwarf.

"Dwarves." She muttered.

"Our elf friend here is Felenar, the woodland elven scout from the Golden Forest of Lóthlorien. Light like the feather, fast like the elk, ten times sensual than any man ever and the warrior of hundred warriors. Or at least her kind uses to call her." Gandalf said as he referred with his hand the elf called Felenar.

Felenar raised her hand on her chest as greetings to Evidin.

"Aiya, Evidin In Dûnedain" Felenar greeted.

"Aiya, Felenar In Taur-nu-Fuin" Evedin greeted back.

Felenar was mentally taken aback of finding out that Evidin was found out to be elf-friend and he had the knowledge of her people's language and greeting ways.

But the only reacted with the gentle smile and node to Evidin.

"And this is Elegrant, son of Elegont, from the kingdom of Gondor. Captain and lord of the fortress of Cair Andros." Gandalf finished as he referred to the gondorian soldier.

"Greetings, Evidin. It's my pleasure to meet you, Dûnedain." Elegrant said proudly and strenched his right arm towards Evidin to shake their hands as greetings, which Evidin without the hesitation and gladly accepted.

And then, Evidin let go of Elegrant's hand and turned back to Gandalf.

"My apologies for being late from this meet, Gandalf, but I think that you should know the reason why I was late from this meeting." Evedin said.

"I've feeling that we're all here because of that, Evidin." Gandalf said as he turned to the others.

"As all you know, I've called you all here to speak of something very important, which needs of our full attention. I know that it's risky to set this meeting in here the town of Bree, which is full of the unfriendly ears among the honest people, but this was also the only place where I was able to hide this secret meeting from the Council. for personal reasons which I'm gonna share with you and only with you in here.. So let's get started. I've recently sensed that something is wrong. There's something very ominous on the move and I sense that it's coming from the north. I don't know what it is but it's very important to take into account. And in the fear of the sudden strike against us, I need some helping hands and watchful eyes to keep an eye of this ominous movement while I myself am busy in preparing myself for the Council in Rivendell." Gandalf said with the concerned tone.

"You said that there's sopmething what you want to share with us... and you said yet that you want our help... do you mean by that what you just said that you're gonna share something with us and you even need us?" Hustlin asked curiously.

"Only if you, young Hustlin, promise to keep your little mouth shut and not to speak loudly and yet completely unintentionally give away our secret information, which are meant to be shared only among of each others, to outsiders... then yes, because even for once, your sneaky and sly skills and smart mind will be soon useful for all of us. But keep for a while your mouth shut and listen to us rather than speak." Gandalf said quite sternly, which allowed Evidin to learn that Gandalf had to pick up from all the hobbits of the Smartass family the ones who is or seems to be nearly uncontrolable with his own curiousity, who could easily and without noticing give all of our secret knowledge to outside of this meeting unintentionally.

Gandalf then turned back to the others in the table.

"I'm sure that Evidin probably knows the reason or something like that, because you were in the North Downs near the ancient ruins of the city of Fornost." Gandalf guessed as Evidin gave the node to his question as an answer.

"Did something happened out there on your way here?"

Evidin a bit lowered his head down, taking to his face the expression on his face which told to Gandalf and the others that he had witnessed something very terrible on his way to the Town of Bree,

"I'm sorry but yet. very grim disaster happened in the north on my way here." Evidin answered grimly.

Gandalf let out the light sigh. He had nearly guessed that Evidin was gonna say something like that.

"I feared it would be so. So let's not waster the enough time. Tell us what happened, Evidin, but remember what did I said about the unfriendly ears among of these people." Gandalf sternly warned.

Before Evidin opened his mouth to speak and share his knowledge about the news from the north, he turned his head and scowled to the group on dishonest and unfriendly-looking group of six unfriendly-looking southern men in the neightbor table, who were secretly staring at them but turned their gazes back to their own business after Evidin scowled them threateningly and warningly.

Also Groff did the same to these men.

"I don't like those guys." Groff commented as he turned to Gandalf.

"You're the wizard, Gandalf, you should then conjure them to be deafened so they cannot hear anything what we're gonna share with each others."

Gandalf was about to protest to Groff's request, until both the wizard and dwarf were suspended by Evidin, who was muttering silently something very ancient spell in elvish and rolled her fingers in the air, much to confusion of the hobbits, Groff and Elegrant.

Suddenly, all laughing, talking, whispering and muttering voices eventually faded away from the air space... plus the strong smell of a smoked pipe. All what they were ablee to hear was their own breathing and all of their own voices...

...like there was something magically but nothing in seen between of them and the rest of the guests.

"What happened? What is this magic?" Elegrant asked and quite loudly voice, but was immediately surprised that none of the outsider guests didn't responded to his loud voice by turning their heads and attentions towards them.

The hobbits were quite dumbfounded and amazed about this.

"WOOHOO!" Hustlin shouted loudly, but none of the people in the main room turned their attention towards them.

"This is amazing! How did you do that?" Nicholas asked curiously, even though his voice was more mumbling due to his mouth being filled completely with food. He probably never have seen the magic tricks before due to being the normal food-loving hobbit and living most of his life in Bree and partially in the Shire.

"Who cares! Are those guys, deaf or something?" Groff asked and picked his wooden cup of beer from the table with the intend to throw it to someone's head to get his attention, only to be timely stopped from doing so by both Felenar and Evidin by grabbing from his wrist.

"I just did as you asked, Groff, son of Gruff." You wanted to spell the rest of the guests to be deafened that they wouldn't be able to hear anything what we're gonna say either by whispering or with out normal tone of voices." Evidin said as he let go off from Groff's wirst.

"And you do not need to carry the worry about the loudly-speaking hobbits during of our meeting, Gandalf." Evidin said to Gandalf before he turned back to Groff.

"I conjured the magical but invisible shield around of this corner, which makes us deaf to the outside world and the outside world deaf to us. We can't hear each others due to the shield, but that doesn't meant that they cannot feel something which is thrown through the shield towards them and can hurt them physically, so let's not drive their attention with the physical touch to us and leave them be." Evidin explained.

Groff snorted, showing his high dislike towards the elven magic tricks, but eventually backed down from his intent and placed the beer cup back on the table.

Felenar instead was interested about this after finding out that Evidin was so deeply the elf-friend that her people had even teached to him such of her people's magical skills and spells.

"That's one of my people's magic tricks, Evidin of Dûnedain. How did you learn to make such of spell?" Felenar asked curiously.

"That's not now important, Felenar dear. Evidin did to us the great service that all what were going to speak and share with each others will not end up to the unfriendly ears among of these people. So, let's just hear out that what news Evidin has to be shared with us." Gabdalf said, nearly with a impatient tone.

Felenar nodded and made quickly the apologetic gesture.

As all of them turned to Evidin to listen the news Evidin has to be shared with them.

"Three days ago, I was on my way from my guard post of the north and heading towards here until the peaceful elven farm village I passed in the land between of the North Downs, Weather Hills, hills of Ettenmoors and the forest of Trollshaws was under attack!"

Flashback.

Three days ago.

It was the peaceful day for the farming elves in the good and fertile farmlands and in their elven villages in between of the north downs, weather hills and the forest of Trollhaws and the hills of Ettenmoors.

The sun was shining.

Birds were singing and making their nests into the hazel bushes.

Elven children are playing happily in the fields and riding with the horses and ponies on the roads.

Elven farmers were farming the land.

Some were swimming in the clean and clear river.

Some elves were were happily running all around of the green and lush deciduous woods, where some of the elves had gathered together to celebrate, play their musical instruments, sing the songs and drink a wine in their own peace.

Traveling dwarven merchants from the Blue Mountains were selling to them their products produced by their blacksmiths and carpenters in exchange for grain and wine.

There was the huge and the lucrative market days in the elven village, visited by the dwarves, men and also some hobbits.

The elven patrols alongside the partols of Dûnedain rangers were maching on the road watching the situation and keeping an eye the order.

The peaceful day was happy and wonderful.

Until...

Evidin: All this peacefulness and happines of the people of eldar was under of the watch of me and the rangers of the Dûnedain, until something happened. There was the great and ominous darkness which startled the animmals and blocked the sunlight with a large distance and covered the lands under the grim darkness. This drove the farming elves into a near- restlessness, fear and panic until unspeakable, terrible and destructive chaos was unleashed by the unexpected evil which came from the direction of the Hills of Ettenmoors.

Suddenly, the horses from each farm began to behave nervously and uncontrollably.

The same restlessness, unawareness and fear began through the farms tamed and forest wild animals transmitted even to the elves.

Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked by the unexpectedly arrived, inexplicable and in these lands unprecedented darkness.

Some elven farmers look up to the sky in horror while some of them desperately runs for this new threat for their lives.

There's the strong air flows in the air, which hits to the ground like the stone giant's stamping foot, which massive shockwave knocks the elves, horses, trees, even elven houses and anything bulk material over to the ground.

Some elven partols of Rivendell and Dûnedains patrols tried to fight against this new threat by shooting it with the arrows, but they soon realizes that their arrows proves to be useless against this threat.

Soon, this threat unleash the fiery hell upon these lands.

The huge and unprecedentedly loud roar like the ten thunders travels in the air, causing its unfortunated victims to have torturing head aches or to be immediately deafened.

A flaming pillar of fire runs through the ground, burning the forests, houses, fields, animals and every unfortunated poor farmer on its way, leaving the deeply burned ground.

The elven partols of Rivendell and Dûnedains patrols are immediately wiped out by the huge armor-like clawed arms and whip-like long armored tail.

Evidin: I could not believe my eyes when I saw the creature with my own eyes. Skin like armor, claws like spears, teeth like swords, eyes like flaming fireballs and gaze like corrupting power, roar like thunder, like crown of horns on top of the head, the wings like shadows, tail like whip destroying everything. Such a monster is not to be seen in Eriador lands for centuries. It came unexpectedly. They were unaware and unablee to prepare for its incoming and unable to defend themselves against such of monster. It just came, destroyed, killed, brought fear and agony with it, a mighty, unharmed, unstoppable.

Pause in Flashback.

Deeply considering Evidin's words how he figured the appearance of the creature, who had attacked to the elven farmlands, it did not took long from Groff to guess that what was the creature Evidin was speaking about.

"Are you saying that you saw the DRAGON?! Or did you just saw only illusions. Last I heard, the last dragon on Middle-Earth, Smaug the Dragon/Golden/Terriple was killed in the hands of Bard the Bowman back in the Laketown of Esgaroth which was destroyed by its fiery flame. That hideous worm's bones are now rotten in the bottom of that lake for good." Groff said, with the deeply disgust and hatred he had towards of that certain dragon and all others of its hideous kind, because he had not forgotten how such of big flying worm had once took with the massive destruction, massacre and everything destroying and burning fire his people's home and kingdom unstoppable for their riches and banished his people into the times of famine and misery, causing from the exalted and proud people to become traveling merchants, carpenters, blacksmiths and miners to survive. Groff, as one of the dwarven survivors when he was a little boy, still beared those the heavy memories of those misery times after the fiery destruction the smaug brought upon the Loleny Mountain.

Evidin nearly took Groff's words as offence.

"I know what the dragon looks like if I've heard about one and when I see the one in my life, master Groff. It's not difficult to recognize the one if you see the one even for once. And I'm fully aware of Smaug's death back in the Esgaroth. But what I never believed that there was indeed more of them left than just Smaug." Evidin said with the offended tone.

Groff only shrugged his shoulders.

"And it was your first mistake, Dûnedain." Groff muttered.

This offended also Elegrant, who together stood up from his sit and raised his voice to the dwarf.

"Hey! Do not you dare to insult the descendants of the ancient predecessors of my kingdom, dwarf! Evidin has done nothing to you, which do not give you right to insult that what he saw while he was coming here." Elegrant said loudly, defending Evidin's honor and rights.

"Well, has Dûnedain had any kind of problems with the dragons like my people has been already? No! Never! But only because they're not dwarves living under the mountains. They're men. They were sailors not miners like my people. They're taller, beardless - but mentally and physically tough and proud people and I like it – and more long-living than you Gondor's guys but still sleep away even so young age compared to our dwarves life time. You Gondor's guys even earlier than them. And just due to being men, they know nor care nothing about my people's misery back in those days." Groff said a bit with gruffy tone.

Evidin was about to stand up and say something back, firing in fire with fire, until Felenaar raaised her hand and referred Evidin to relax and sit down.

"It's not completely your fault, Evidin, if you and your people never had any troubles with the dragons like the dwarves has. You and your nearly extinct people and bloodline has already enough of troubles to protect these lands and stay in the hide and exist and you also have been the hard times in the pasts with the Evil which is even worse than even the dragons. Besides, it's also the dwarves own stupid mistake to even believe so gullibly about that all dragons from the ancient times are extinct." Felenar said as she nodded towards Groff.

After hearing those last words, Groff turned from Elegrant to Felenar.

"Hey, elf! Who did you just called stupid?! Besides, your pointy-eared friends living in that forest were also partially blamed for the misery of my people." Groff said firmly back and with deeply offended and self-defensive tone of voice.

"Well, then who's people was deeply and mentally struck by the blind greed and lust for the gold and the other riches that obviously attracted the dragon upon your people... and even that all the voice of reason we tried to warn you about the consequences from such of blind lust fell to the deaf ears of the stubborn dwarves." Felenar fired back from her mouth, reminding Groff about the Dragon-Sickness under which his people was mentally easy to fall.

The fight with the words between Groff, Felenar and Elegrant kept going.

Only the hobbits didn't took part of this argument with the big ones. They just stood in the corner of the table wondering – and Nicholas still eating - that how this was gonna end.

Eventually, Gandalf's loud raised his voice to as loud as five thunders, what the other guests didn't heard thanks to Evidin's magical shield, to break this useless argument.

"WE HAVE NO TIME TO ARGUE WITH EACH OTHERS ABOUT OUR PEOPLES SUPERIOTITY OVER ANOTHER ONE'S PEOPLE NEITHER ABOUT THE HAPPENINGS IN THE PAST! SO WE QUIT THIS NEEDLESS ARGUMENT IN HERE AND NOW!" Gandalf shouted, which got Elegrant, Groff, Felenar and the hobbits to take aback with the sudden startled expressions on their faces.

"Forgive me, Mithrandir. I didn't meant to raise my voice like that... even to you, dwarf." Felenar said with apologetically gesture to both Gandalf and Groff, who answered to the elf's apologize by shrugging his shoulders as the sign of "whatever."

Gandalf then turned back to Evidin

"Please, continue."

Flashback continues.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, after the flying beast's unexpected incoming, the sky was filled with the huge black cloud of the gigantic and black vampire bats, darkening the sky even more and blocking the rest of the beautiful, peacefull and sunny day's sunlight from reaching to the ground... turning the day into the night dark.

The bats attacked with the huge flocks for their lives running elven farmers in the lust of the fresh blood and the much bigger and more aggressive ones attacking against the elven patrols pinning them down by force.

And under the cover and protection of the darkness the vampire bats gave, from the burned forests began to swarm the gigantic and black horde of Gundabad orc-berserkers like the huge swarm of black and savage ants with the savage selection of orc swords, spears, axes, maces and bows forged in the forges of Gundabad. They were followd by the huge and bigger swarm of big-eyed and small-sized underground goblins, whom had become the mindless savages as they moved like the animals and in all fours and were armed with the wrist guards arned with the long savage-looking metal claws.

Alongside of the swarms of bats and hordes of the savaged goblins, Gundabad orc berserkers had with them the huge packs of savage wolves of Gundabad, from which less than half were mounted by the orc berserkers and with them rushed a big group of club-wielding ogres and stone-trolls, who were able to walk in open without the fear about the daylight.

The evil and savaged raiders took over the farming lands and the entire elven village easily, chasing down and mercilessly and brutally slaughtering the dozens of fleeing elf farmers while burning down the fields, trees and elven houses.

Several patrols of both elves and Dûnedain rangers regroup into the huge groups and battle against the orc berserkers, savaged goblins, wargs, bats, ogres and stone-trolls with the swords and bows. They killed many of them, especially elves took down more orcs, goblins, wargs and even some bats, ogres and trolls than Dûnedain rangers did, thanks to their life time training with the skills with the swords and longbows, but they soon found out that but there was hundred against one of them and soon the united patrols were overwhelmingly destroyed.

Evidin: They were after that under attack by the huge swarm of Gundabad orc berserkers and savaged goblins like the black army of black savage ants, swarming like the unstoppable wave from the woods under the darkness given to them by the swarm of the giant vampire bats - supported by the ogres and stone-trolls who were able to walk in the open without the fear of sunlight turning them into stone and the huge packs of savage giant wolves of Gundabad and the the orcs were riding on their backs. The village was easily taken over by the raiders and all of that what's left from the dragon fire was burned down by the raiders. Dûnedain rangers and the elves of Rivendell did their best to hold off the horde. They managed to kill many, but they were eventually surrounded, outnumbered and eventually crushed down or eaten alive.

Gandalf: Was there survivors? Even any captives?

Evidin: None.

Evidin: They slaughtered all the elves, smashed the captive's heads with the rocks and left their bodies to hang in the pikes or they beheaded their heads as trophies or left them to hang in the top of the pikes as well. Or they allowed the wargs and savaged goblins to eat them alive. They took everything they saw as useful for their evil plans. After the village and the surrounding area and the elven residents were wiped out, they left behind the fertile elven farmlands as devastated and burned and the ground filled with dead elves and Dûnedain rangers.

Pause in flashback.

From all of them, Felenar was mostly shocked and deeply saddened of hearing such of news of such of massacre of her own kind.

"All elf farmers... they are all... slaughtered?!" Felenar said with the deep shock and sorrow in her voice.

Evidin couldn't say any word about it, because his saddened expression made it clear to Felenar that none of the farmer elves, neither the elven children nor little elven babies, weren't spared on that day. To make it completely sure to Felenar that none of the elved had been spared, he slowly shook his head and took the mourning expression on his face.

As the elves knew, the EVIL ONE hated the elves mostly than anything more in the world, except the Dûnedain, and that his hatred towards the elves has been preserved deep in his black heart after his treachery was long time ago revealed to the higher elven lords after he secretly and with guile forged the One Ring in the fires of Orodruin. And from that day, before and after his massive defeat in the end of the Second Age and in the War of the Last Alliance of elves and men, he would be greatly pleased after every single elf is wiped out from the earth. He never bothers to take the elves as prisoners neither as slaves, which he rather prefers from the hobbits, elves and the normal men, but more as resources for making more orcs to keep his forces of darkness large and powerful in numbers.

Also to the elf-friends, as well as the elves themselves, seeing such of cold-blooded massacre is like the stabbing with the dagger poisoned by the deep sorrow deep into the heart.

"Hiro hyn hidh ab wanath." Felenar muttered lilently, with the expression and tone of sorrow.

Then Evidin turned from the mourning the dead elves back to the others.

"But there's something more you should know." Evidin said.

Everyone were in listen.

"After the massacre of the elves of the elven farm village, there was the meeting between of two leaders in the side of these forces of Darkness in middle of the devastated farm area. One of them was the goblin riding in the back of a gigantic spider I've ever seen in my life and accompanied with the herd of Gundabad orcs, wargs and ogres. The another one he was meeting, looked like one of the NINE but she wasn't. She just looked like one of the Nine because she and her companions were riding in the back of the strange creatures I've never seen in my life."

Another Flashback.

The black crows, who were feasting with the dead bodies of the elves and Dûnedain, a huge group suddenly appeared in middle of the devastated area and remained to stand there as they were waiting for something... or someone.

The group was mostly made of savagely disordered horde of Gundabad orc berserkers, who were walking in foot but some of them were riding in the backs of wargs, most of which were dismounted. Behind of the orc horde was eight ogres, half of which were wielding in their hands the huge spiked clubs or hammers but another half wwere carrying the flags of Gundabad.

In middle of them all, was standing the huge black red-eyed spider. To the spider's back has been attached the wooden chair covered with the fur of skinned wargs, in the chair was sitting the large, obese, pale greenish-skinned and muscular goblin, who was taller than any tallest dwarf and was even taller than the adult man. The goblin has the aged faces, dark smoke gray hair and the large red eyes like any other goblin living underground. The goblin was topless, havin only blood-red loincloth, skin gloves and fur boots. The goblin was also wearing the hideously forget metallic crown with the long curved metal pikes upon his head, in which spikes was was hanging the dwarven skulls with the beard and rotten skin. The goblin was also wearing the large cape made out of the skinned dwarven head scalps. The goblin was also wielding serrated scimitar in its left right hand and the black staff, in which was attached the dwarven skulls, which eye-holes were filled with dark-purple crystal inlays.

The one, who the goblin had came to meet in middle of this burned area, was ridingin the back of strange winged dragon-like beast which seemed to be the hideous mix of bat and snake (Nazgûl's Fell Beasts.) The rider herself was wearing the black and heavy hooded cape-like robe and the rider weared the mask to cover her faces. Evidin, who was hiding in the bushes nearby spying the meeting between of two of these leaders, was able to see that the rider's eyes weren't the normal eyes of human neither orc but instead strangely catlike but darkly flaming... just like the flaming eye in behind of the pointed mountain described into the ragged orc flag which the ogres were holding.

"Gorboglin... the king of Mount Gram and the ruler of Ettenmoors." The hooded figure said, clearly with the tone of the woman, which was dark and nearly whispering like the Ringwraith's hissing voice.

"Greetings, Mistress Nazihra, the Messenger of Morgul and the Dark One. I know exactly that why you are here, my lady. As the Dark One has ordered me to do after his humiliating defeat in the Lonely Mountain. I've managed to rally all the goblins, orcs and other creatures of the northern mountains. And even now I'm already gathering my all time growing forces of Darkness in the Valley between of the Hills of Ettenmoors and the Mountains of Angmar and they're ready to move by the Dark One's command." The goblin called Gorboglin said with the deep and coarse orc tone.

"And what about the forces you've promised to send to the southers side of the Misty Mountains?" Nazihra called figure questioned, with a slight uncertain of the goblin's words.

"They're already on the move. One of them is heading to our post in the Mountains of Mirkwood and another is on their way towards the filthy elven forest called Lothlorien." Gorboglin answered with the disgusted tone towards the Golden Forest and its beauty as is told in the tales.

"Exellent! After you've dealed with this filthy elven land and brought the target out from there, you may move to the next part of our plan of Conquering the Eriador under the rule of soon reborn kingdom of Angmar." Nazihra said with the pleasure in her darkly flaming eyes.

Also Gorboglin grinned wickedly.

"Oh, yes. We're gonna have a bit fun with her after we're dealed with that forest in the outpost in middle of the mountains." Gorboglin said.

"They do not expect a thing, they do not suspect anything, and they're not even prepared for our incoming. These pathetic people living on this side of the mountains have known the peace far too long. As soon as the Dark One gives us the command to act, it's time to take over these lands with the IRON FIST OF THE GOBLINS AND ORCS! And when we strike, we will strike with full force especially against those little rats hiding in their filthy holes. And the revenge shall soon be MINE!" Gorboglin proudly declared.

The goblin then turned his giant spider around and was about to departe with his escorts, until Nazihra raised her hand.

"Halt for a moment yet, Gorboglin." To make sure that our plan with conquering Lothlorien will work without the difficulties because of the magic of that accursed elven Queen of that forest and her elven patrols, by the Dark One's orders, I'm sending one of my thirteen sorcerer followers to aid your troops and making sure that that forest will be taken down by every tree and that the prisoner is brough to your outpost in the mountains. And do not even try to argue with the Messenger of Dark One, you hideous king of worms of the underground, because the Dark One's word is law and his every word must be obeyed!" Nazihra said until he departed by turning the winged beast around and took flight.

Hiding Evidin was able to hear the goblin king's snarling out of disgust as he was leaving.

End of the flashback.

"Gorboglin and Nazihra were their names, correct? (Sigh) I know these two very well." Gandalf said with the concern tone after Evidin had finished the news he had for Gandalf.

"Nazihra was once one of the blood of Nûmenor, young and beautiful female captain and closest follower of Arveleg I, the king of Arthedain, one of three kings of the ancient kingdom of Arnor, long time ago before the long and terrible war with the ancient and evil kingdom of Angmar. When the Witch-king of Angmar and his dark armies of orcs, evil men and many monsters of Angmar started the Conquest of Eriador against the kingdom of Arnor, she was fighting against these evil forces of Angmar alongside of her king for many years until the capture of the fortress and the watchtower of Amon Sûl. She was the one who was responsible of the safety of the tower's Pálantir. But the tower was eventually captured by the Witch-King's forces and the fortress, its protective Mallorn trees and the watchtower were destroyed by the mountain giants summoned to battle by the Witch-King. Despite the complete destruction of both of the fortress and the reinforcements, Arveleg I managed to escape with Pálantir but Nazihra was taken as prisoner and taken to the dungeons of Carn Dûm, where she was tortured during of interrogations of Palantir's wereabouts."

"However, Nazihra was internally hurt and felt herself betrayed by the king she had loyally followed and obeyed and she felt that Arveleg I had left her to her terrible fate in the hands of the evil in order ot save Pálantir despite her protest that both the fortress and stone were lost to the overwhelming enemy forcess. Seeing how strong she was mentally and how her heart was filled with hurt anf feeling betrayed, but also the spark of the newfound lust for revenge, The Witch-King eventually corrupted her heart with the hatred towards the people of kingdom of Arnor and with the promises of magical powers, immortality created by dark magic title as one of her war chieftains and her revenge against the one who betrayed her and the entire line of kings of Arnor in exchange for information of Arnor's forces movements. Nazihra, with the wish to get her revenge, accept this offer immediately and she became black númenórean sorcerer the chieftain of Angmar's army of black númenóreans alongside the another Nazgúl named Mogomir, the Witch-King's left-hand-man."

"Nazihra's very first task from Witch-King was retrieve Amon Sûl's Palantir from Arveleg I with Morgomir and led the army of Gundabad orcs, black númenóreans, Dire Wolves and other hideous creatures and evil men of Angmar and Rhudaur into the fierce battle for mastery over Palantir against Arveleg I and his armies. Nazihra fought against her former kinmen like the savaged sorcerer killing them inside of their armors with her newfound dark witchcraft and eventually challenged her former king, Whom she had loved and faithfully Followed into the battles against the forces of Angmar, into the fierce duel for Palantir. She, however, gained the upperhand against Arveleg I but before she managed to kill him, the king with his last breath smashed the Palantír into the ground, causing a huge explosion killing everything nearby. Nazihra survived from the explosion, but her faces were critically mutilated that she was hard to believe as such a beautiful woman what she was like long ago."

"However, due to her lust for blood of the men of Arnor, Nazihra took part in every conflict between the forces of two kingdoms alongside her new master the Witch-King during the rest of the war by carrying out several successful and devastating ambushes against Dûnedain rangers, the soldier patrols and even small armies proceeding from victory to victory, – and even then when Angmar was at its weakest and pushed back to North by forces of Arnor, she even took part of creating and unleashing a terrible plague upon of Arnor with the other black númenórean sorcerers. – She took part especially in overtaking of Barrow Downs which sealed the conquest of Cardolan and to the siege of Fornost, whiuch sealed the conquest of Arthedain and the Fall of Arnor, until the war's decisive battle in front of the gates of Fornost against the united armies of the elves, men of Gondor and the leftovers of Arnor – in which also your people were helping the armies of elves and men as the archers, young hobbits – and the war was finally ended, leaving the kingdoms of Angmar and especially Arnor completely destroyed."

"Witch-King and Morgomir were both able to flee back to Mordor, but Nazihra took the refuge from the Angmar Mountains, and because of her own immortality created by the Witch-King's dark magic, she was forced to hide and dwelled in the mountains among the goblins and other hideous monsters survived from the destruction of Angmar nearly five hundred years until the Dark Lord returned and established himself in Dol Guldur in southern Mirkwood, which allowed also her to leave from the Angmar Mountains and head through the Misty Mountains towards Dol Guldur."

Evidin listened carefully Gandalf as he was telling them Nazihra's story - what especially the hobbits listened eagerly, or at least Hustlin listened eagerly while Nicholas was still focused on eating. The old tales about the ancient war between the three kingdoms of Arnor and Angmar but he had actually never even heard about the black númenórean called Nazihra in any tales he had heard from his people.

"How do you know so much of this... Nazihra, Gandalf?" Evidin asked curiously.

"Well, I've actually read about her history from the preserved books telling about the history of Arnor in the library of Rivendell... and I've even met her when I was visiting in the Fortress of Dol Guldur in 2850. And she was really everything of that what I've read about her from the books. Even my powers were nearly useless against her own powers given to her by the Witch-King himself and her powers had been highly strengthened during of her time in Dol Guldur, possibly due to the influence or presence of the Dark Lord himself."

Then, it was Groff's turn to speak.

"But who is this... Gorboglin... she met after the devastation of the elven farmer village. Perhaps the old buddies with each others I guess, but what did that goblin even meant with the word "revenge" that he was intending to sentence against the rats like the hobbits as he called them?" Groff asked, unintentionally offending the hobbits on the table after he unintentionally called them as rats.

"It's nearly or completely impossible to imagine such of peace-loving people as the big threat even in the eyes of the enemy... more likely either as slaves or food" Groff added, offending the hobbits more often, as the hobbit duo created the offended glare towards the dwarf.

"Is anyone of you familiar with the tale about the goblin-invasion upon the Shire?" Gandalf asked from everyone.

Felenar, Groff and Elegrant were unaware about this brief war between the hobbits and goblins which happened in 2747. Only Evidin and especially the hobbits were more than just familiar with this bloody event and conflict. Or at least Evidin had heard about it from the traveling hobbits who were singing the songs and telling the tales to their children about that grim day in the history of the hobbits.

"When the goblin Golfimbul, king of the Mount Gram, led on that year the army of goblin raiders of the Misty Mountain and Mount Gram in the Shire, they were met by the forces of hobbits led by the Bandobras "Bullroarer" Took in the battle of the Greenfields. Even though the hobbits were outnumbered, they had the timely arrived daylight on their side, which allowed them to kill much more goblins than what the blinded goblins did. Only Golfimbul resisted both the hobbits and the daylight and slayed many hobbits on his way and pushed his forces to double their attack against the hobbits. The battle did not seemed to see the end until Bandobras "Bullroarer" Took, who was so huge, for the hobbit, that he was even able to ride in the back of the huge adult horse, climbed into back of the horse and charged the ranks of the goblins, challenging Golfimbul to the fierce duel. With the daylight on his side and while the goblin king was blinded by the sunlight, with a wooden club he knocked Golfimbul's head clean off, sending it sailing a hundred yards through the air and down a rabbit-hole, thus breaking the remaining goblins and winning the battle and simultaneously inventing the game of golf." Gandalf explained.

"That's my favorite story when I was dwarf's knee-high." Hustlin said after Gandalf finished the story about the battle of the Greenfields.

"But how does this relate to this one this Nazihra met?" Groff asked.

"Probably, this Gorboglin was related to Golfimbul. He was probably even his son, like the orc king of Moria and Gundabad before his dead in the Battle of the Five Armies, Bolg, was the son of Azog the Defiler. And probably like Bolg did with his father back in the battle of Azanulbizar, Gorboglin was obviously with his father during the battle of the Greenfields, where he witnessed his father's death in the hands of Bandobras "Bullroarer" Tookbut survived himself and escaped back to the mountains with the others survived goblins." Gandalf said.

Groff growled in deep disgust and hatred after the mention of that name, Azog the Defiler, the gigantic and pale-skinned Gundabad orc, who was both feared and deeply hated among the people of dwarves. The mention of his accursed name reminded Groff about the fateful event how that accursed one had tortured, murdered and then disgraced with unspeakable way the dwarven king Thrór, the Heir of Durin, at the East-Gates of Moria by carving his name to Thrór's forehead and returning his head to our people with a small pouch of coins. And even allowing Thrór's body to be hacked apart by his minions and his body's pieces were fed to the ravens, with the deeply insulting declaration of himself as the king of Moria and with the vow to grand the similar fate for any "beggars," as he called my people, who dared to enter Moria in attempt of thievery.

"Azog the Defiler! Curse upon of that name!" Groff muttered angrily and with disgust as he kept remembering the past events.

That accursed orc's actions had deeply angered Thrór's son, Thrain, thus driving him to declare the great War between of the orcs/goblins of the Misty Mountains and Mount Gundabad and my from from Azog's terrible murder act deeply offended, outraged and vengeful people.

And as the veteran of the final Battle of Azanulbizar, Groff remembered that day as well as yesterday. He remembered well

As the veteran of the Battle of Azanulbizar, Groff remembered that day like it was yesterday.

He remembered himself standing in the front ranks of the dwarven army and watching how the hills and cliffs all around of the East-Gate of Moria were swarming with the massive hordes of Gundabad orcs and goblins of the Misty Mountains like the endless black sea or the huge black wave which was about to hit to the shore. It was like Azog the Defiler had gathered to there as an army around of him the every orc and every goblin from every underground cave, tunnel and mountain settlement of all around the Misty Mountains.

He remembered that it was dark winterday, due to the fact that the sky was covered by the Misty Mountains dark storm clouds and blocking every daylight from reaching to the ground, thus giving the enemy the advantage and allowing them to swarm in the outside of their caves in the great numbers. Groff knew, as all the free peoples of Middle-Earth, that the orcs and goblins living in the underground hated the daylight which bothered greatly their sensitive eyes, blinding them, and forcing them to stay in their protective caves away from the sunlight. Seldom the Orcs and goblins move in the outside, under the sunlight, but due to the dark day, they had became more and more daring, swarming and meaner without the fear of sunlight.

He remembered that terrible battle, during of which the hills and cliffs were immediately covered by the red dwarf blood and black orc blood and tens of thousands slayed, broken and mutilated bodies of both dwarves and orcs. The dwarves had fought well and killed many orcs and goblins, but the enemy's greatly outnumbering force and being rallied into a doubled massive and bloody counter-attack against them by Azog, who was leading his forces in the front, nearly wiped out the entire dwarven army with the one strike if Náin hadn't timely arrived to battle with the fresh dwarven reinforcements from the Iron Hills and turned the tide of battle by brutal force against the orcs and the goblins, thus leading the battle ending up to the victory for the dwarves and the complete extermination of Azog's forces and Azog was finally slayed by the young and brave Dáin II Ironfoot, son of Náin.

But Groff remembered yet that there was no feast of victory nor any song had been sang on that day... due to the fact that the dwarves had cost the high prize for the victory. There was nearly nothing left from their armies. Tens of thousands of dwarves had been slain and mutilated by the orc blades, brutally trampled to dead under of the orcs filthy legs or being mercilessly pushed or threw over the cliffs to their deaths by the orcs. Due to the count of their dead being too great, the survived dwarves were unable to take their dead back to home for the honorable funerals. And towards th end of the battle, Náin had been killed by Azog at the gates of Moria and Thráin had mysteriously disappeared, leaving his fate as the eternal mystery to the dwarves and leaving them to believe that he had either taken as the prisoner or killed by the orcs.

Groff had his own reasons to hate Azog's name, because due to his terrible actions which led to the War between the Orcs and Dwarves, Groff had also suffered the loss of the members of his family in the Battle of Azanulbizar.

Groff remembered having witnessed from aside, how his father Gruff was killed by one Gundabad orc, who smashed with the huge orc mace his father's head inside of his helmet, crushing his skull and killing him instantly and that his young brother Graff had been killed by another orc by brutally stabbing to his throat for three times with the knife from behind after he had gone into shocked state after witnessing their father's cruel demise and he was left to lay in the ground to slowly choke to his own blood. Moreover, his only son Greff was severely wounded from his knee and trapped to the cliff by the orcs, who had then mercilessly threw him over the cliff to his death. Groff remembered how he had gone from the shocked state into the berserk-like rage after witnessing his father's, his brother's and his son's cruel deaths in the hands of orcs, leading himself to savagely attack and brutaly mutilate every orc on his way as retribution.

Groff eventually snapped out of his traumatic memories and turned back to the others.

"His father's death and the defeat in the battle of Greenfields has not been forgotten by Gorboglin and his people. And now, when our full attention had been in defending Erebor from falling under the darkness, he has been gathering his own forces in the Valley between of the Mountains of Angmar and the Hills of Ettenmoors and plans to return to the lands of the Hobbits with the intention of termination the triumph which his father failed to gain over the Hobbits. And I'm sure that this time his attack is going to be much heavier than what it was during of his father's time that unsuspecting hobbits certainly do not stand the any change against them this time... even with the help of young Halbarad and his Dûnedain rangers guarding the borders of the Shire, they seems to be mostly powerless." Gandalf explained.

"Then we gotta stop these worms before they're able to harm anyone of those unsuspecting halflings." Elegrant said. Even though he was the man of Gondor and he had seen very rarely any hobbits in his life, he had the strong feel of responsible over any kind of defenseless people's safety, both gondorians and now even the hobbits.

"Elegrant is right. We gotta send the word to Halbarad and order him to double their guards in every outpost in the border of the Shire... and even prepare his forces to get ready for this upcoming attack." Evidin said, deeply angered that the Halflings are in the grave danger of being attacked by the army of vengeful goblins and they do not suspect a thing.

"And we shall, Evidin. That's why I called all of you here, but first we have to find out that what Nazihra and Gorboglin meant about their hostile activity against the Golden Forest of Lóthlorien." Gandalf said with the concerned tone.

"That's impossible fro them to attack to that beautiful Forest. Under of the watch and power of Lady Galadriel and the watchful elven patrols all around of the borders of that forest, no enemy can ever trespass in that forest without being undetected and never get out of there alive." Felenar said with the concern in her voice.

"But Evidin mentioned that that ancient witch said that she was going to send one of her own minions to make sure that the conquest of Lórien is successeed. How ever the goblins are gonna invade and take over that forest from the elves, I'm a bit sure – and I mean it, only a bit – that due to that witch's minion being on the side of the goblins, that forest isn't gonna hold against the army of goblins a very long." Elegrant said.

Felenar targeted at him her offended scowl for his suspectings about her homelands defensive system.

"Are you saying that Lóthlorien is like voluntarily handed over to the swarm of goblin bandits or that that forest is easily to be conquered by the evil forces like the abandoned corners and deserted woodlands of Ithilien in your own lands of Gondor? Do you really think so, Elegrant of Gondor? You do not know anything about the powers which are protecting the forest of Lóthlorien from any kind of evil who dares to trespass to inside of its borders. Unlike the southern-side of the neigthbor forest Mirkwood, Lóthlorien isn't never gonna fall under of the invaders neither the darkness no matter how hard they even try." Felenar said with offended tone.

"I'm afraid, my dear Felenar, that I'm a bit agree with Elegrant about what he just said." Gandalf said apolotically, which caused Felenar to turn from Elegrant to him with the confused expression on her face.

"Because Nazihra is one of the most powerful servants of evil, even though she's under the Witch-King, the Nazgûl and the Dark Lord himself, she has very dark and powerful ancient witchcraft, which she has most certainly taught to her sorcerer minions, who probably are indeed intent to use it against the elves of Lóthlorien. I don't yet know how the one of them, who Nazihra sent to Lothlorien with Gorboglin's invading forces, is gonna use it against the elves." I hate to say this, but even though conquering Lóthlorien isn't gonna be easy task for invading goblin forces, it's going to be partially easy for them but remains still mostly difficult even under the leadership of one of Nazihra's minions, even though when Lady Galadriel is on her way to the White Council meeting in Rivendell."

"Well, if Lady Galadriel isn't their target from Lóthlorien, now when she's on her way to Rivendell, then who is then "she" Nazihra and Gorbogling were talking about in their meeting while planning their invasion to Lóthlorien?" Evidin asked.

"I think that it's maybe about Elrond's daughter Arwen Undomiel, who's visiting at her grandmother last I knew. I don't know the main reason why Nazihra and Gorboglin are after her, but probably in intent to hold her as the hostage in order to make sure that the elves of Rivendell do not interfere to Gorboglins invasion against the hobbits and men of Dûnedain by order of Elrond in exchange for his daughter's life and well-being. Probably as part of Gorboglin's plan to terminate his father's invasion to Shire without the fear for the elven counter-attack, because we all know that the goblins are highly poor fighters against the might of the elves."

Gandalf took a brief pause before he continued.

"All of that what we've already been through, is the reason why I called you here, my friends. Because the meeting about this ominous events in the White Council is soon upon of me, I have no time to look after the Lóthlorien for Lady Galadriel neither after the safety of Shire. That's why I called all of you in here because I need you to protect the peoples of both Eriador and Rhovanion from the growing evil, which threatens the unleash the war against the unsuspecting free peopless against the Eriador – against all hobbits, elves and men of Eriador - and at the same time against the elven woodlands of Rhovanion while my own attention is completely elsewhere." Gandalf said.

"Am I and Nicholas part of this as you called me and Nicholas here to be involved to this meeting, Gandalf?" Hustlin asked curiously and a bit uncertainly.

"Because you're blood of the family of Smartasses, you know many kind of tricks of secretly, silently and invisibly hiding, burglary and pick pocketing and verbal scams, young hobbit, there's maybe a bit more than just use for your skills. And maybe some use for Nicholas cooking skills." gandalf said to the hobbits.

"Well, what do you say, my friends? How do you answer for my... appeal for help?" Gandalf asked from everyone of them on the table, allowing to them of course some time to consider their decision after they had all found out the reason why they were called to this secret meeting in the Prancing Pony.

"When the Shire is under of a serious threat, I'm gonna stand against the threat and I do not care if there's a one thousand of goblins against me or else my name is not Hustlin Smartass!" Hustlin eagerly declared.

"For pantries!" Nicholas declared as well.

Also it did not took long from from Evidin, Felenar, Groff and Elegrant to decide.

"I'm duty-bound to protect the peoples of Eriador, Gandalf. And I'm ready to do anything to keep them safe from the evil as long as I'm still breathing. I'm in, Gandalf." Evidin said humbly.

"Aye! If the hobbits and men of Eriador... and the elves as well... aren't safe from this upcoming war against us, neither are the dwarves in the Blue Mountain or in Erebor safe from the darkness. Besides, as long as the orcs still exist, I have a score to settle with each and every last one of them. I'm part of this group as well." Groff said proudly.

"In the memory of the dead of my people, and in order to save my homeland from the dark witchcraft and upcoming invasion, I'm more than just willing to join this group." Felenar asnwered gently, still a bit sorrow in her voice.

Then, they all turned their attentions to Elegrant, who was the last one in the table, who hadn't yet decided anything.

"I can't believe that were gonna face a new darkness, new an ancient evil which is coming towards from the north, behind out backs while the greatest threat of all dwells in the Black Land far in the South-East, which is constantly, tirelessly and recklessly trying to wreak havoc and terrorize the people all around of the lands of Gondor. There, in no-man's-land between of Gondor and the Black Land, in the beautiful woodlands of Ithilien, my people keeps all a time an eye for the trespassing and plundering orc bandits and allies of the Black Land desperately trying to prevent from trespassing to our lands. We're continually, relentlessly, endlessly and even with the low numbers resisting the Black Land's heavy, outnumbering and never-ending armies attacks against our kingdom. Gondorian blood have been spilled and there's been hundreds occurring acts of arson and other atrocities all around of kingdom of Gondor in the name of the Dark Lord himself! But with the strength, courage and blood of my people, we've barely managed to keep the forces of Black Land at bay and away from most of my my homeland which is still under of Gondor's rule. My duty as the lord of Cai Andros was to guard Gondor's northern borders to prevent our eternal enemies, the easterlings and their filthy hordes of orcs from tresspassing with the hostile meanings in our lands. My men have always followed me into the grim and desperate situation even in outnumbered and yet we've always managed to drive every enemy away. Without me to lead them, I don't know how long the defense of Cari Andros and the northern borders of Gondor will hold against the enemy."

Evidin saw clearly a large, heavy and responsible concern for his men and his homeland's and people's safety in the gondorian captain's eyes as he listed all the problems the kingdom of Gondor was facing everyday due to the fact that the Black Land was standing by neck door of his kingdom.

"But now here is another threat that threatens us from the north, threatening to put our hard pressed in between of two evil forces. Perhaps we gondorians may overcome thus far against the threat coming from the east, but this threat neither cannot be left to unnoticed. If there's yet anything what we can do to with this new threat and to minimize this double threat threatening our lands and the kingdom of Gondor from all sides by eleminating this new threat for good, then Gondor's support is with you." Elegrant proudly declared.

Gandalf stared all of them with the proud smile on his face.

"Thank you for all of you, my friends. I know that by asking you – to protect Middle-Earth at all costs - I'm maybe asking for too much from all of you, because it's a huge world threatened by the powerful evil, which is unpredictably coming from everywhere, and that there's only six of you to resist that evil and preventing the evil forces to carry out its dark plans of conquer, but I know that in deep in your heart that you think the best for your people and their safety, their freedom and their future and that you're ready to do anything for them, even risking and even sacrificing your own lives for their freedom and future. And all of you have my thanks for it." Gandalf said.

"Now when we're all six in one mind, what is the first task you're about to grant to us, Mithrandir?" Felenar asked.

"I've been informed by the Great Eagles of the Misty Mountains, that there's been in the mountainside nearby of the forest of Lóthlorien opened by the magic the huge crack, from which has been flooded out of the herd of goblins who are allied with the mountain giants, cave-trolls and the giant spiders of Mirkwood. They have prepared for the invasion to Lóthlorien and they're ready to attack to there within the week's days. I want you to go there and stop their invasion before they reach to the Caras Galadhon and to Arwen Undomiel and, if necessary, she must be brough back to Rivendell in safety, because the forces of evil do not yet know the location of Rivendell. To make your trip to go faster, I've already summoned Gwaihir, the lord of the Eagles, to bring some other eagles to give to you the ride over the Misty Mountains. They obviously don't dare to come even close human settlements, because people could even shoot them with their yew bows in the belief that they would try to deprive from them their domesticated animals. But you'll meet them what closer you'll reach to the first downhills of the Misty Mountains after the Trollshaws." Gandalf explained.

"And once were saved the forest and Arwen from the invaders, I think that we should take the minion of Nazihra as prisoner and and interrogate him or her about Nazihra's whereabouts and movements in her conquest of the north, so we might be able to follow and hunt her down and destroy her for good to break her forces from conquering the northen lands of Middle-Earth." Felenar suggested.

"Good. You would do well to do so, and at the same time hunt down and destroy her every sorcerer minion from spreading Nazihra's legacy all over Middle-Earth. Without Nazihra as their leader, without her powerful witchraft and her minions holding the order in her forces of evil, her forces will easily drift into chaos, spread accross the Middle-Earth and leave the free peoples thus far in peace." Gandalf said.

"Then we should not waste time. Lóthlorien is the enemy's first target in the conquest of the north, and we got to get there before them with a one step ahead. And hope that we're not too late to save them." Evidin said.

"I couldn't agree more, Evidin. And now, go, my friends. Middle-earth needs you more than ever. Farewell then and good luck... the Guardians of the Middle-Earth." Gandalf said, before he suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the corner bench where he was sitting a moment ago, much to the shock and confusion of the members of the newly founded group called, as Gandalf named it before mysteriously disappearing...

THE GUARDIANS OF MIDDLE-EARTH.

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I hope you liked of the first chapter.

There's some features from Peter Jackson's both Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit trilogies and Lord of the Rings games, but the storyline is from the books, as you saw in the spot where Groff remembers the moments in the battle of Azanulbizar.

My apologizes for my english, if you happened to spot some errors in the text during of reading.

See ya again when the next chapter is finished and out.