I own none of the characters except for the original ones, the rest belong to JRR Tolkien, as do the references to the world he created. I am not following the story line that Tolkien created, in my story, Thorin, Kili, and Fili does not die out, all the characters live. Please let me know what you think. I am just writing this for fun, but will welcome constructive, positive criticism. Thank you for reading. –Sevy14
The battle of the five armies had been great. Such devastation occurred that it outweighed the travesty of the great fire drake, Smaug upon Dale and Erabor. But the returning evil had finally been defeated, with this, an uneasy calm fell upon the world. Father insisted that we go and pay homage to Thorin, King Under The Mountain. The return back to homeland, his people were returning in droves also. We met many along our journey. Bringing not jewels or gold, Father insisted that we dress in our finest clothes, Mother fretted, and my sisters chatted amongst themselves excitedly, my brothers told tall tales to one another about the King's adventures. But I sat apart from them, I wanted nothing more than to be home, with my books and my writing. We came upon the great forest. Its darkness halted us and our company looked to Father for a direction. He waved us on, into Mirkwood. We shuffled slowly, each of taking our time to get into the forest. We had heard many rumors of this place, none kind, especially to dwarves. We were sure to stay on the path but at the bridge found it to be out. We did not have to wait long though, our presence in the forest must have caught the King's attention, for elves of the woodland realm came from out of nowhere. Startled by their arrival we had not a chance to pull out our weapons, we stood, staring, mouths ajar, hearts beating like the wings of a bee.
"What is that you want, dwarf?" One of the elves ask. Different from the rest, I realized it must have been the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas. Staring, wide-eyed I looked on. He was magnificent, bright, and sharp. My attention was drawn back to the moment when Father answered.
"We seek safe passage through your land." He paused, our company looked at him and I noticed that the elf prince did not move, none of them did, their bows still drawn. "We are on our way to the Lonely Mountain, to have an audience with Thorin, King Under The Mountain." Father was putting on an air of confidence, I could tell. But I was also able to see that he was nervous, this meeting with the elves unexpected and their bow and arrows aiming at us was making him uneasy. We waited as too many breaths passed before the prince spoke.
"The King wishes to see you." He said, his voice quiet and low. I watched as Father's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, in agreement.
Well, that's the end of my first chapter. I've only dipped my toes in here, as I am new to writing about this subject even though I adore the LoTR and JRR Tolkien's realm of wonderful and terrifying creatures. Please be kind if/when you comment. Thank you for reading, I would love some feed back to help me make this story the best it can be. –Sevy14