I See Fire

By SpartanEra

Hey guys! I probably shouldn't be posting this story but its been stuck in my head and on my computer for a while. If you are on of those readers who have read my other stories, as you might know, I had put them on hold until I can get to them. For the "I'm Coming Home" TLOU story i am planning on putting in a prologue cause I really rushed that one. The "Broken Soldiers" Mass Effect story might take longer than the others for i have play the game again to get the script of the game correct because I haven't played in a while and don't want to make a fool of myself by getting the words and sayings incorrect.

This is basically me ranting of how busy I seem to be when in reality its a writers block doubled with a fascination with different fandoms...

I really got to stop this. But I am not going to talk to myself like this... maybe... i am still doing this aren't I?

Anyways this story is a slight Assassins Creed and Hobbit Fanfiction but the only reason it's like that because the main character (Blame her!). The story starts off in the semi Modern version of Assassins creed (Beginning of AC2) and the time way before the Hobbit story begins. Like before the Dragon attack. I plan on doing character build and not rush this like i have done with the others. The Main character (You'll find out her name later) is for sure an Assassins with a long history. Most of the story will take place in Middle-Earth. I might do a part where the company or some dwarfs travel with her back to Assassins Creed world but i don't know how i am going to do that yet.

Back to the topic at hand (I digress a lot), Enjoy the prologue of this story I really shouldn't post right now!

He heard her soft voice against the winds, and he had to know, "Why?" he softly asked as he looked into those hazel pools that have seen so much more than he could ever imagine, "Why do you do this?"

She sighs, suddenly feeling the years bearing down on her. "My life has been long. My only family is dead, and my friends are gone. My home is nothing but a crumbled ruin now." She took a breath and looked into his eyes, "You have a chance to live a life with your family. I want to make sure it stays that way even if I must lose my own in the process."

"Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls

And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

Keep watching over Durin's sons"

In the dark shadows of an alley, there stood a woman. "Get out of there, and stay out of sight," The voice softly echoed down, "I won't be able to join you just yet, so don't wait for me." She listened to the reply, "No…don't tell him. Wait until I get there. Safety and Peace."

The women ended the call and started to push a code of numbers into her device. "Rick? Yeah, I'm heading there right now, how you want this handled?" the woman stepped out of the shadows, "the information is accurate, correct? Good. I'll take care of it. Peace, brother."

With a sigh, the woman ended the call and ran a hand down her face. I'm getting too old for this the woman thought to herself. With one more deep breath, the woman drew it back out, "Time to get to work."

"Now I see fire

Inside the mountain

I see fire

Burning the trees

I see fire

Hollowing souls

I see fire

Blood in the breeze

And I hope that you remember me"

Paranoia was at a high. The man hurried along throughout his darkened apartment, constantly muttering, "Cannot take. It's mine. Mine. Must hide. Hide! Before it's here. Before it comes!"

He passed by his extensive collections of artifacts. The apartment rather extravagant, filled with various collections and expensive historic pieces ranging from the twelfth to the eightieth centuries. With a salary like his, it was amazing he could afford anything like this; although, with his employers, it was no surprise.

A loud noise erupted from the other room in the apartment. The man jumped, "Hide. Hide. Hide" his muttering turning into a frantic whisper. The footsteps creaked along the wooden floors of the apartment; the intruder drew nearer. Suddenly, it stopped; right at the closed doorway of the current room.

The man whimpered as the door handle slowly turned. With an audible click, the door squeaked as it was swung open. It was too dark for the man to see the figure that now stood in his doorway, but he knew who it was. He knew exactly why they were there, and he was not going to allow it. "No! No, you will not take this from me!" He exclaimed scrambling to the window.

"You do not understand its power," a voice spoke, "You have become corrupted. This needs to end."

"No, no! I'm studying it! I am learning its works!" he rebutted.

"No one can comprehend the power of that artifact. It has always been a mystery and it always will be."

The man whimpered as it drew closer. "Stay back!" he threw open the window and thrust his hand out, holding a round silver object in his hand. "Stay back! Or I'll drop it" he threatened. The person only paused for a second before starting its approach. "Don't come any closer! I'll let go and you will never see this again!" he threatened once more. His threats did nothing to the figure. As it got closer, he could feel his anxiety and fear rise up into his throat. "STOP!" he choked out, a pathetic sound.

The figure stopped and titled its head to the side in a curious manner. This makes the man pause. Why would it just stop? Wait-what is it doing? "Do you not understand the power it spills?" it spoke, the voice harsh against the quiet room, "the illusions it creates?" it took one more step closer to the man making him whimper once more, "or the death it partakes?"

"No!" the man panicked, pushing himself out the window, "No! It doesn't do that-it cannot!" Almost in tears, the man tries to frantically escape.

"No," the figure replies, "You are right-it cannot" The man stops and stills, looking confused ignoring the figure growing closer, "but you can." With surprising speed, the figure reached out and grabbed a hold of the now glowing artifact causing the man to lean away. In retaliation, the man drew out a small dagger and stabbed deeply the figures arm. Blood spewed out from the wound.

Grounding its teeth, the figure let out an almost animalistic growl at the man and said, "You are nothing but a pawn to them-a tool! You mean nothing to them. I know you understand that." The figure ignored the blood dripping down of its arm, "for why would you steal this artifact from them in the first place?"

The man looked in shock at the face in front of him. How could?-He made sure no one new! It was impossible! And any knowledge of this priceless piece had been buried and lost for hundreds of years. No one could have known…unless… "You were there? Weren't you?" he whispered.

The lights from outside faintly illuminated a portion of its face revealing a slight smirk of the thin lips. "Now," it drawled, "What gave me away?" It was teasing him! He knew it. But he couldn't think straight anymore. He suddenly felt the sharp knife plunged into his stomach. The man let out a pained gasp as he started to sway. The figure quickly pulled the blade out with a slick wet sound, caught him, and slowly lowered him unto the ground.

"No!" he grounded out as he tasted the blood on his lips, "I didn't mean-"

The Assassins stopped him before he finished, "No one ever does" he groaned out, tasting blood on his lips, "even those with good intentions." As darkness edged into the edges of his eyes, he felt the life leave his body. His life blood spilled out in a pool around him. The man let out one more breath of life as darkness engulfed him completely. The last thing he heard before he fell was a faint prayer, "Requiescat in Pace."

"And if the night is burning

I will cover my eyes

For if the dark returns

Then my brothers will die

And as the sky is falling down

It crashed into this lonely town

And with that shadow upon the ground

I hear my people screaming out"

-I See Fire by Ed Sheeran