Another Darkness
Prologue: Beneath Erebor
The moon shone onto the snow making the glistening surface silver in light. The wind howled through the crooks and crannies of a broken fortress and a fallen city. What once were flags were merely rags of matted grey material, too faded to have colour, too old to have shape. A great battle took place on these blood soaked grounds, now washed away after time. Here, five armies battled for Erebor and the sheer wealth within.
The mountain now had been run dry of its riches, the Dwarves that once dwelt within their re-claimed home had perished. The kingdom under the mountain had begun to crumble. That's not to say that the Dwarves did not succeed in other mountains. Life on middle-earth prospered in these times.
Somewhere, under all the old death, old wealth and old soil was something that pulsed through the earth, seeking, wanting to be found. Yet, not just any person, a particular, young girl far away in the exiled lands. It is this girl's adventures in finding this object that this story follows.
It was a time of peace throughout middle earth, however, the oldest, wisest and most powerful beings could sense the world stirring with that all-too-familiar darkness. Elven lords and wizards alike convened to discuss this growing evil.