Prologue
Far away, further than most people have travelled, lays the Lonely Mountain. A mountain, looking out over the plains bellow. Always watching, always waiting.
The mountain was home for the descendants of Durin. The dwarves mined the mountain, finding piles of gold and glittering stones. They never feared, they never begged. They lived a life in peace and happiness. Until the day when everything was lost.
The dragon Smaug came, with a breath of fire and a terrifying roar. He wanted the gold and jewels all for himself and he did not care for the sorrow and despair he created.
He killed the small city of Dale and its merry bells, making the humans living there flee from everything they had ever known, and then killed all dwarves in his path.
Smaug did not care for the people, he only cared for himself and his gold. He wanted the mountain for himself and there was no other way to it.
The king, Thrór, fled with his son Thráin and grandson Thorin, and the people of Durin. They had nothing left in the world and therefore they set of to find a new place to live at. Their mountain was lost to the dragon and they knew that.
With their hearts breaking for the people they had lost, the dwarves got up and tried to forget their lost gold. They managed for a long time. Until now.
Author's note: So, this is the prologue of my new story! It's slightly inspired by the story Unexpected Additions by DizzyDisneyDayDream, with the way Clara reaches Middle Earth and such, and I got the idea for writing this when I read hers, so if you haven't checked it out yet, then do :) The first real part will be up in a short while, so that you will get more involved. The next parts after that will be longer than this, so don't you worry about that. Also, please leave a review if you liked it :)