An Unexpected Hero
My dearest Frodo You once asked me if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. I must confess that although I told you almost all of it,..I did not told you everything. I fear I may not be long for this world, that is why I believe it is time that I tell you the whole tale.
It all began a long time ago in a land far far away. Far to the East it was the city of Vale. This city was known far and wide as one of the greatest cities of old. Whatever you wished to find you could do so i this city. Its markets were filled with fine jewelry, exotic fabrics, and many many kinds of delicacies. Ah my dear Frodo if you could have seen it back in its glory. That kind of city cannot be found in the world in these times we live in. It was a very prosperous city indeed, since it stood close to a very special place.
But right next to this great city stood the Lonely Mountain, it was the tallest mountain in the entire continent. Some said that it reached the clouds of the heavens. In this mountain stood the of the greatest Hunter kingdoms in all of Middle Earth. The kingdom of Beacon, home and stronghold of Thror the Mighty King under the mountain, Greatest of all hunter lords. Thror ruled with a sure heart and mind never being worried about the troubles of the future, since his bloodline was ensured by the lives of his son Thrain the Just, and his grandson James Ironwood.
Oh my dear Frodo. Beacon, was carved and built deep within the mountain, the beauties of its endless halls were unchallenged. The wealth of this kingdom was legendary. There were tunnels filled with every kind of precious metal and stone imaginable. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and gold. The hunter's skill for blacksmith was unparalleled whether it had been weapons or precious stones. The hunters dug deep into the earth in search of these and there is where they found it. The heart of the mountain itself. The Arken Stone.
Thror called it the Jewel of the King. Thror took this as a sign from the heavens. His right to rule was now protected by divine authority. All had to pay him tribute, even the great Elven King Thranduil.
Sadly, the years of peace, prosperity, and goodness would not last. Little by little the days turned bitter and the nights became darker. Thror had developed a twisted desire for gold, a fierce and jealous love. A disease had poisoned him. Poisoned his mind to the very core. And wherever there is such a sickness, calamity and tragedy were sure to follow.
It came as a loud as a hurricane, ripping trees from their very roots. The air had gotten dry and warm. Next came a horrific roar that struck fear even in the hearts of the bravest of warriors. He was a fire-grim dragon from the North. Smaug had arrived. The destruction and slaughter that was seen that day was unlike anything anybody had seen. The great city of Vale was burned to the ashes. The lord of the city tried to defeat the beast but his attack was doomed to failure. For this city meant nothing to Smaug. No, he was looking for another price. Dragons desire gold and riches with no exemption. Beacon's hunters fought bravely for their home but it was a lost cause. Beacon was lost. For it is said that the dragon will guard his plunder until the end of his days. The once proud and mighty people were now homeless. They received no help from the Elfs that day nor any other day.
The young Hunter prince took employment wherever he could, but he did not forgot nor forgave...
I entered the story soon afterwards. Whether I was predestined to do so or simply by the wish of a certain witch I became part of this unexpected journey.
50 years ago
Arc's End
This was Arc's End a green land home of many humans it is mostly happy and quiet in this place. People were mostly farmers or traders no body did anything dangerous or exiting.
The sun was shinning, the birds were singing and a young farm boy was doing his work to the farm. He had messy blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white shirt and brown pants. He was currently harvesting the food for an entire year. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sprayed it on the ground. As soon as it hit the ground a couple of flowers sprout out from the ground just as a woman wearing high heels, black pants, a white shirt, a purple cape and glasses was passing. This startled the young man and made him realize the woman was there.
"Oh um...Hello good day miss." said the young farm boy
"What do you mean? Are you trying to wish me a good day or are you implying that you feel good this day whether I like it or not? Or maybe you are saying that you felt good on this particular day or perhaps you are saying this is a good day to be good? Hm." asked the woman
"I..I believe all of them at once depending how you feel. I am sorry I am just a bit confused that's all." said the farm boy
"Hm." said the woman
The two merely stayed in an awkward silence. The farm boy merely tried to break eye contact but to no avail, the woman before him was looking at him like a cat watching a mouse.
"Can I help you?" asked the farm boy
"That remains to be seen. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure." said the woman
"An adventure? Well...um. I can't think of anyone on this side of Bree that would be fond of going on adventures of any kind if I am honest." said the farm boy
He then began to walk towards his mail box and grabbed all his mail and began looking through it.
"Adventures are dangerous, nasty, disturbing uncomfortable things. They will make you late for dinner." said the farm boy
After he looked over all the mail he began to make his way back to his house.
"Well...Good day miss." said the farm boy
"To think I lived to see the day when "Elizabeth Lyon's" son would say "Good day." to me almost as if I was a mere avon lady selling perfumes." said the woman in an indignant manner
"Excuse me, but do I know you?" asked the farm boy
"You have changed Jaune Arc, but not for the better I am afraid." said the woman
The now named Jaune was getting nervous. This woman knew him and his mother. Was she an old family friend? Or a distant relative? Jaune was trying to remember he knew something about this woman but he could not piece it together.
"I am sorry but I don't seem to recall your name miss." said Jaune
"First of all stop calling me miss. Secondly you remember my name you just forgot who it belongs to. My name is Glynda Goodwitch." said Glynda
Suddenly it all clicked for Jaune.
"Glynda Goodwitch of course! You are Gandalf the Grey's apprentice, ha ha. I had no idea you were around here, let alone without Gandalf." said Jaune trying to remain cool
"Well at least you remember something about me. Even if it's just my relationship with my master." said Glynda with a clear tone of anger
Jaune merely chuckles trying not to anger her any more.
"Well, it is decided then. It will be very good for you, and extremely fun for me." said Glynda with a smile
"What1? No no no no. I don't want anything to do with adventures. Good day." said Jaune closing the door behind him.
He suddenly heard something at the door and simply pretended he wasn't there.
Later on in the day Jaune had gone to town to buy some things for the house and he was walking through the road back to his house when out came Cardin and his gang. These were the village's hooligans that spent most of their time beating down weaker kids and making trouble. Of course the people were too goodhearted to do anything.
"Well, well Jaunny. What are you doing here?" asked Cardin
"Oh hi Cardin. Nothing much just going back home. Is there a problem?" asked Jaune
One of Cardin's goons came back and pushed Jaune down to the ground. Cardin kneeled down in front of Jaune
"Come on, Jaunny boy, we are friend aren't we? There is no problem just remember to do my chores at my house or else." said Cardin showing off his mace
After that they left Jaune and he returned home running. Unbeknownst to anyone a certain witch saw all this and made her be even more sure of her decision.
It was no well after dark and very few people were out at this time, most houses were already black as the night with their owners being asleep. At home Jaune had gotten ready for bed and was now cooking his dinner. He had steamed carrots and pan cooked trout. He sprayed some lemon onto it, grabbed his fork and knife and as he was about to eat someone knocked on the door loudly. Jaune grabbed his robe and went to look at who was knocking at his door.