What as mess I had to re write all of the prolouge and chapter 1. The good thing is I get to revise the whole chapter. So enjoy the Story and be sure to review . Thank, you.
Disclaimer I do not own any of the Hobbit characters only my OFC The rest belong to the fabulious Tolkein. This is my first Fanfiction so please try and read despite all the mistakes I will make .I am reediting and correcting and thank you for reading your support is greatly appreciated. Respectfully, Durinsdaughter 2469
The Village of Bree,Near the borders of The Shire
Mid Janurary
Between Two World's- Prolouge
The Village of man was a quant place at it's best. The buildings were delipidated and in disrepair. The rain was coming down in a terrenteral downpour flooding the cobblestone streets as people moved to and fro going about their business. No one paid any mind to the hooded figure walking down the street. The dwarf concealed in a heavy leather cloak shivered in the pouring rain as he approached The Prancing Pony. He tilted his head up a little and a pair of mezmorizing Sapphire Blue eye's glanced at the sighn above. He made his way into the tavern his stomach grumbling from hunger and day's of long hard travel. He sat down at a secluded table as a plate of hot food and a mug of ale were placed before him.
The tavern maid was polite as she brought his food.
"There you go ,anything else you need just let me know."
The dwarf politely thanked her and began eating with a ravenous hunger. He noticed she had looked older than her year's more than likely from working in this place for far to long . As he lit his pipe he did not fail to notice the two shifty eyed men on both sides of him watching every move he made malcontent in their faces. The lantern light's shined through the windows and allowed the dwarf a good look at them as he memorized their faces . His head slowly turned to the right and then to the left The warmpth of the blazing hearth behind him lousing its heat as his hand reached for the hilt of his sword propped up on the side of the table. The dwarf was startled as a tall man in a grey robe and pointed hat sat down in ftont of him.
" Mind if I join you?" He asked.
The dwarf exaled a breath of relief and surprise.
"I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf,Gandalf the grey." The wizard offered. The dwarf looked up as he said.
"I know who you are."He quietly spoke.
"Well now, this is a fine chance." Gandalf proudly lamented."So tell me,what brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree?"
Thorin cast his eye's downward before answering The wizard's question. " I received word that my father had been seen wandering the wild's near Dunland. He said hope and remore combining together in his deep tone. " I went looking,found no sighn of him." He breathed his voice pained with concern.
" Thorin , it has been a very long time since anything but rumor of Thrain. Thorin's memory remembered the battle at Moria's gates where so many dwarves had been slauhtered. He had looked for his father amoung the missing but his body had never turned up. could it be possible.
" He still lives, I am sure of it." Thorin said confidently. "My father came to see you before he went missing. What did you say to him?" The Dwarf King demanded . Gandalf informed him of his last conversation with Eebor's Crowned Prince.
"I urged Thrain to march upon Erebor and I would say the same to you. Take back your homeland. Gandalf told Thorin how he had urged Thrain to unite the dwarves and kill the dragon. Thorin pondered the wizard's advice before answering as he pushed his empty plate aside reaching for his mug of ale. He took a slow drink first.
"This is no chance meeting, is it?" Thorin said rather gruffly.
'No it is not."Gandalf answered . Thorins eye caught the writing and he stared at the parchment." The Lonely Mountain troubles me Thorin. That dagon has sat there long enough. Sooner or later darker mind's will turn towards Erebor. I ran into some unsavory characters while I was traveling on the Great Road. They mistook me for a vagabond." Gandalf slid the parchment closer to Thorin.
"I imagine they regretted that." Thorin breathed watching as Gandalf scooted the parchment over to him.
"One of them was carrying a message. It is black speech." Thorin looked at the writing then back to the wizard. He went to touch the message but recoiled his hand as if not wanting to touch something so vulgar.
"A promise of payment." Gandalf informed him.
"For what?" Thorin asked him his hand slightly shaking.
"Your head" The wizard said curtly. Thorin looked up at Gandalf fear written upon his striking face. "Someone want's you dead Thorin. You can wait no longer. You are the heir to the throne of Durin. Unite the armies of the dwarves, together you have might and power. Retake Erebor! Summon a meeting of the seven dwarf famalies. Demand they stand by their oath!" Gandalf pushed Thorin for an answer.
"The seven armies swore an oath to the one who wields the King's Jewel ,THE ARKENSTONE . " He said raising his voice louder. " It is the only thing that will unite them. Gandalf watched as the two men who had been keeping their eyes on them all evening suddenly stood up and made for the door. Thorins eye's followed them as they passed by their seats. Gandalf turned around also at that moment before turning back to Thorin.
"In case you have forgotten that jewel was stolen by Smaug." Thorin said quietly slamming his clenched hands on the table as he leaned closer to the wizard lowering his voice realizing his mistake as the two men glanced at him before moving on.
"What if I were to help you reclaim it." Thorin's blue eye's suddenly widened in curiosity.
"How?" He wispered. "The Arkenstone lies half a world away buried beneath the feet of a fire breathing dragon!" Thorin quietly gave his point.
"Yes that is right"Gandalf answered slowly. "That is why you are going to need a burglur. Thorin knew the wizard was right. He could wait no more. The time had come.
Woodland Hills California
December 2014
Between Two Worlds- chapter 1
White Light's
Philicia Anderson sat staring out her bedroom window. With her head hung low she thought over the past six month's of her life. She was an orphan at seventeen years old. She had no family to look after her . She had grandparents but both were in bad health and with one in a nursing home and the other the hospital she ahd come to stay at Ms. Abigals Home for Orphaned Girls.
"Philicia" Her roomate called to her. "What's wrong?" She gave no answer as she raised her head to stare blankly at the poster of the Dwarven King from The Hobbit movies her heart aching with fresh pain. It had been only a few weeks since The Battle of the Five Armies where Thorin Oakenshield had died upon that frozen waterfall they called Ravenhill. How she had cried at the end. Thorin was her whole world and now he was gone too,Fili and Kili also .
"It's nothing". She finally said so softly her words were but a wisper in the wind.
"Philicia, you can't go on this way that's just the way the the story was written." Her roomate was one of the few girls that understood how she felt. She was with Philicia when they almost had to carry out of the theatre that day. Philicia gave a sigh and let fresh tears run down her face. She stood up and walked over to her mirror and ran her fingers through her waist length coppery blond hair. She quickly changed into some short's her tank top with the butterflies on it and her flipflop's.
"What are you doing?" The other girl asked her as she pulled the large black duffelbag from her side of the closet. She also threw her small backpack on the bed and began throwing things into it. She grabbed a handful of panties and socks and tossed them into her duffelbag. Next went some shirts from the closet and jeans.
"You can't leave Philicia they will just find you and bring you back again." Her friend warned.
"Well then I will just leave again. I can't stay here any more. I don't belong here.
It had been a struggle since she first arrived . Her parent's gone killed by a drunk driver not two blocks from home. They had gone out that evening with a few of her dad's co workers from his law firm. They were just turning at the light when someone failed to stop and hit their S. U.V. head on. The driver had walked away with barely a scatch but her beloved parent's were killed instantly. A police officer from the preceint down the street along with a councelor had showed up at the door and she had been taken to Ms. Abigail's that night.
Her heart was completly broken and with Thorin being gone , that was the last straw and she was never coming back. She let her mind drift back to that night when some of the girl's had gone to see the last Hobbit movie in the trilogy. Philicia had seen the first two with her mom and had fallen in love with Thorin. She was completly crazy about him and when they had killed him off in the last movie Philicia had been devestated.
The first one to go was Fili so young Durin's Golden Prince so alike Thorin in so many way's. Then Kili trying to protect Tauriel and finally Thorin. He had followed The White Orc as he slid under the ice and then out of nowhere stabbed Thorin in the foot and jumped through the ice had rammed his blade into the Dwarven King's stomach shattering his ribs and leaving a mortal wound. How Bilbo had cried on the ice sitting next to Thorin as he passed. Philicia had felt everything Thorin had felt. When Azog had rammed his blade in Thorin's foot hers had burned with a pain so bad she nearly cried out. But when the Dwarf King had taken the blade in the gut Philicia had shouted out.
"NOOOOO!" She screamed as a sob broke the quiet of the theatre. She had sat there letting the tears fall freely not caring what anybody thought.
"Tales will be told." Balin had said to Bilbo as he prepared to leave. The last remaining members of the company beside him.
"Song's will be sung, and Thorin Oakenshield, will pass into legend."
That was it she had broke, great sob's heaving from her chest as she doubled over her knees giving out beneath her. Someone had grabbed her on both sides and supported her small frame as she was helped from the theatre. Philicia found herself sitting with her back against the wall in the Lobby of The Woodland Hills Mall Multiplex. She looked up and she had been sitting underneath the Promotional Poster of The Battle of the Five Armies. She suddenly stood to her feet and reached out her hand and lightly traced the features of Thorin Oakenshield's face. His deep blue eye's stared back at her forever immortalized in time. Her legs gave out beneath her as she collapsed in a torrent of fresh tear's.
"WHY, Why" She cried fresh tears spilling from her eye's.
"Are you alright my dear?" Philicia looked up and into the face of a kindly looking old man in a suit and a grey hat. "Killed who off?" The old man asked.
"Tho-Thorin and Fili and Kili." Why ,why did they have to do that h-he co-could ha-have cha-changed it." The old man pulled a hankerchef from his pocket and handed ot to Philicia to wipe her eye's with.
"I loved him. I loved him so much" She said as her eye's began to shed fresh tear's.
"Who did you love?" The old man asked staring into her amythest eye's.
"If I could change it I would and they wou-wouldn't have to d-die." She fell into the old man's embrace as he rubbed her back in soothing jesture.
" There there now, my dear everything will be just fine." When Philicia next opend her eye's he was gone.
The teasing from the other girls had been unbearable.
"Ha ha, they killed him off. They would taunt her on a regular basis till she would run up the stairs moisture running down her face. She would somehow always find herself standing in front of ther lifesize poster of Thorin she had next to her bed.
"Oh God ,why ? My beautiful Thorin" She would then fall to a heap at the floor and sob till their were no tears left to cry. When Philicia was sure she had everything she needed she zipped her bag closed. She had even tossed in her photo album ,her I-Pod and her Laptop computer. An extra pair of sneakers and her boots had also made it into the bag. In her back pack she had thrown in her deodorat an extra toothbrush tooth paste and shampoo ,conditioner and body wash, and hair spray. With all the toilitery items compete including toilet paper she slung her pack on her shoulder and started out the door.
Philicia went downstairs and into the kitchen. She put her large bag onto the table and began putting in the single serving packages of Kool-Aid, a few cans of Beef Stew and some Spaagettio's and Raviolies. A jar of instant coffee and packet's of sugar were placed into a small bag along with packet's of creamer. With that done she walked out the front door. Philicia paid no mind to her surroundings as she started across the street. She saw headlight's and then the sensation of falling was overwheleming. Philicia kept falling her screams dying on the breeze softly carressing her face. Suddenly she felt herself collide with something solid. She tasted dirt and blood and it was pouring rain then blackness took over and she saw no more.