This is a story I wrote as an assignment for a college lit. class. I had the coolest professor ever who had us write Tolkien fanfiction. This is mine (I'll be editing and publishing in multiple chapters).
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, this setting etc. Tolkien does.
Note: Bilbo Baggins had chronicled his journeys in There and Back Again aka The Hobbit. But, as he admitted in The Lord of the Rings, he changed some details. The book is from his perspective. What follows is an account from the gates of Erebor from the perspectives of Thorin and Bilbo separate from the book. While the key events remain the same the thoughts and dialogue of the characters is slightly different. It is another perspective of an important event in The Hobbit. I have, however, tried to remain as true to Tolkien's original work as possible while still adding my own creative touches (like an epic game of "hide and seek" between the dwarves).
The landscape was dark and gray; one had only to look upon it to see that a terrible evil had once befallen it. There was a nearby lake; somewhat dingy as if a shadow loomed over it. There was a cluttered settlement on its shore. Nearby were the ruins of an old city: Dale. There were legends whispered of what had befallen the doomed city many years before. Looming over this desolate landscape was a lone majestic mountain. It seemed to rise up out of nowhere like a dignified being in an impoverished court. It was rightly nicknamed The Lonely Mountain. Standing upon its edges were the gates of a once-great kingdom. There was a dark beauty in the mountain and the surrounding land. Sometimes steam could be seen rising from the mountain. There were also legends about the tragedy that had taken place there and what loomed inside. There was treasure, yes, but also an evil beyond all imagining.