BEGINNING A/N: Hello! For those just getting here, this is the Prologue of the story. As you can see it is a Narnia AU, which is something I've wanted to write for a long time... I'm planning on the other chapters being longer, along with AT LEAST once a week updates. Many parts of the stories have similar places, scenes, and landmarks that are in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but I also tried to keep with the story of The Hobbit. Thus, the reason why I kept the name 'Middle Earth' and forewent using 'Narnia'. Also, Thorin & Co. are NOT Dwarves in this story; this goes for all other characters unless stated otherwise. This is also posted on my ao3 account (link on my profile), for now it is 'T' rated, and I think I might keep it that way, so no explicit sex scenes as of right now. I want to focus to be more so on the adventure/fantasy aspect, and less on the relationship, hence the 'slow burn'
WARNINGS: fem!Bilbo and fem!Ori (so if you're not cool with that, then this story isn't for you), minor character death, temporary death, minor violence (non-graphic for the moment)
RELATIONSHIPS: fem!Bilbio/Thorin is the main one, very slow burn, more relationships may be added later. Mentions of Dís/Canonical Husband
DISCLAIMER: All characters mentioned are property of Tolkien, along with some of the plot. A majority of the idea is C.S Lewis', so that's his. I'm just playing around with it all, DO NOT OWN.
Now, let the story begin...
Middle Earth was the envy of all the surrounding countries; it was a thriving land with magic beings that were able to live peacefully together. The King and his family lived to the east in a mountain kingdom called Erebor. Fields as green as emeralds, filled with wild flowers, along with grass covered hills, and the lush forest of Mirkwood surrounded the kingdom in all directions, with a shimmering ocean to the north.
The ruler of this great country was none other than the legendary Thrór Durin, himself.
Throughout King Thrór's lifetime he produced an heir by the name of Thráin, who later had three of his own children; Thorin, Frerin, and Dís, all of whom enjoyed sword fighting, and frolicking among the wall separating the kingdom from the surrounding villages. Dís later married, and gave birth to her first son Fíli, and not even five years later she gave birth to her youngest and last son, Kíli; Thorin and Frerin never married though.
For many years the kingdom and many of the surrounding villages lived happily, and blissfully unaware of the goings on inside the castle. Goings on that would eventually lead to the fall of Erebor, and a time later called the Great Darkness, when life stood still.
King Thrór, though a great leader was very greedy, and while on a walk by the ocean, one day, happened to come upon a glittering stone, a stone of the likes of which he's never seen before. This stone was later called the Arkenstone; Thrór has it made into a necklace so he could have it near him, always.
To in west, past the Desolated Lands, lived an evil sorcerer by the name of Smaug, who had heard of this beautiful stone, and wished to see it. So, he and his second in command, Azog, ventured forth, towards Erebor. After many weeks of travelling, they arrived.
Upon their arrival, they were greeted with open arms, but Thrór and Thráin had heard stories of the destruction Smaug had caused, and were weary of him and his companion.
Smaug got a glimpse of the stone around Thrór's neck and became immediately entranced by it. He was blinded by its beauty, and wanted to take it for himself; he would stop at nothing to get it. So later, in the guest chambers, he spoke with Azog. Smaug commanded that Azog call upon his army of 'skin changers', and have them march their way to Erebor. So, that night, Azog sent word, and within a week's time the army would arrive.
When the army did arrive, Thrór and is people were taken by surprise, but gathered together, and got ready to fight.
Thrór hid away in his chambers with the Arkenstone, a sword in hand, waiting.
The door was broken open, and in the doorway stood Azog, and he was out for blood. Thrór stood no chance against him, and Azog came out victorious; he had slain the great King Thrór.
Azog pried the Arkenstone away from Thrór, and brought it to Smaug, who took what he thought, was his rightful place, on the throne, and placed the stone around his neck.
The fighting eventually died down, and Smaug had won. He banished the royal family, from Erebor, and forbad them from returning.
So, Thráin, his family, and the group of survivors, fled. They headed south with no destination in mind, only the one thought of getting away. Those who stayed behind feared the wrath of Smaug, and pledged their undying allegiance to him.
The survivors eventually found their way to the Blue Mountain Ruins of the south, and set up camp in the abandoned stone structures, from what they thought as a safe haven from Smaug.
Many months after they settled Thráin decided that he needed to go off and seek help from villages close by, who had yet to be taken over by Smaug. Thorin was the first to bravely volunteer to go on this journey with his father, but Thráin commanded that he stay back, as he was the oldest and needed to keep the peace between the survivors. So it was Frerin who left with Thráin a few days later, with about ten other men, including Dís' husband. That was the last time they were seen; halfway through the journey they were captured and held in cages, left there to starve, by Smaug's men. The survivors at the ruins had lost all hope of salvation, and had nothing to do but wait, wait to live, wait to die…
All the while, Smaug still sat on the throne, with all the power one would want, but it just wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, he wanted it all. He was sick of the defiance from those who refused to follow him, so he decided it was high time for punishment.
He would punish this land for doubting him, for disobeying him. He was king now, and should be treated like one, or so he thought.
A curse was cast on the land; the lakes and rivers began to freeze over, and snow began to fall, covering the fields, and hills. The once lush trees of Mirkwood forest were now bare. The whole of Middle Earth was frozen over in an unbreakable, eternal winter. Smaug did not stop there, though; he cursed all of those who refused to follow him. They were turned into animals, and left to fend for themselves, only able to show their true forms on the night of the new moon, and the night of the full moon.
Many believed the curse would never be broken, all but Thorin and his company of wolves, who set out to find a way to get back the kingdom of Erebor, and reverse the curse.
So, for many, many years the land stayed barren and cold, until one day, in the middle of the forest by a lone lamp-post, a flower sprouted and began to bloom. This signaled the up-and-coming arrival of the Four Saviours; destined to rid the land of the evil Smaug, and help take back Erebor, restoring Middle Earth to what it used to be.
END A/N: Wow, ok, I hope you all enjoyed that. Comments would be appreciated, I'd love to know what you think, and if you'd like more. Your support is greatly appreciated. (and maybe in time, I will get better at these notes) Also, I know some details are a little different, with with Frerin dying earlier then he was supposed to, Balin and Dwalin not leaving with Thráin, how he dies, the births of Fíli and Kíli, etc. Those were just little details that I needed to tweak in order to fit it in with the story. Also, this is unbeta'd, so let me know if you spot any mistakes, or something that needs to be fixed.
Thanks, will try to update soon. Got the official first chapter planned, now to execute it.