An Unexpected Royal
{Disclaimer: I do not own the Hobbit. Just Mythralis and the Witcher kingdom}
Please Note that I do not have a Beta all Spelling Mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Chapter 1
When they finished their "talk", they gathered around Bilbo's fireplace and began to sing:
far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old
we must away 'ere break of day
to seek the pale enchanted gold
.
the dwarves of yore made mighty spells
while hammers fell like ringing bells
in places deep, where dark things sleep
in hallow halls beneath the fells
.
for ancient king and elvish lord
there many a gleaming golden hoard
they shaped and wrought, and light they caught
to hide in gems on hilt of sword
.
on silver necklaces they strung
the flowering stars, on crowns they hung
the dragon-fire, in twisted wire
they meshed the light of moon and sun
.
far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old
we must away, 'ere break of day,
to claim our long-forgotten gold
.
goblets they carved there for themselves
and harps of gold; where no man delves
there lay they long, and many a song
was sung unheard by men nor elves
.
the pines were roaring on the heights
the winds were moaning in the night
the fire was red, it flaming spread;
the trees like torches blazed with light
.
the bells were ringing in the dale
and men looked up with faces pale
the dragon's ire more fierce than fire
laid low their towers and houses frail
.
the mountain smoked beneath the moon
the dwarves they heard the tramp of doom
they fled their hall to dying fall
beneath his feet, beneath the moon
.
far over the misty mountains grim
to dungeons deep and caverns dim
we must away, 'ere break of day
to win our harps and gold from him!
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After the company sang, Bilbo said to Gandalf," I have to visit Mythralis, you know I will meet up
with the company in a days time if I leave tonight." Nori eavesdrops as Gandalf replies," you will
join us in Bree, will you not? And Master Nori don't eavesdrop on a wizard." Nori doesn't look
chastised at all when he appears, saying," sorry, but who is this Mythralis you speak of ?" All Bilbo
said as he left to pack was," you shall see, Master Nori, you shall see."
.
far over the misty mountains cold
to dungeons deep and caverns old
we must away, 'ere break of day
to find our long-forgotten gold
Next Day
Mythralis P.O.V
The sun rises as I remember the past and my parents, the King and Queen of the Witchers, and I
sing to never forget the dwarf prince who saved me from Smaug;
.
the wind was on the withered heath,
but in the forest stirred no leaf:
there shadows lay be night or day,
and dark things silent crept beneath.
.
the wind came down from mountains cold
and like a tide it roared and rolled;
the branches groaned, the forest moaned,
and leaves were laid upon the mould.
.
the wind went on from West to East;
all movement in the forest ceased,
but shrill and harsh across the marsh
its whistling voices were released
.
the grasses hissed, their tassels bent,
the reeds were rattling-on it went
o'er shaken pool under heavens cool
where racing clouds were torn and rent.
.
it passed the Lonely Mountain bare
and swept above the dragon's lair:
there black and dark lay boulders stark
and flying smoke was in the air.
.
it left the world and took its flight
over the wide seas of the night.
the moon set sail upon the gale,
and stars were fanned to leaping light.
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Bilbo rides up as I finished the last verse," My friend, it is sooo good to see you again." I greeted.
" Same to you Mythralis, my friend, I heard from a grey pilgrim that he is taking a group of thirteen
plus me on a quest to reclaim Erabor from Smaug." he replies cheerfully. " Is there room for one
more? Because I see that you are missing fourteen companions Bilbo." I say cheekily. " Then are
you coming or not?" he asks while grinning like an idiot. I laugh in irony as I saddle Nyx, my Dire
wolf and ask," was that ever in doubt, Bilbo?"
That Night
Bree ( Mythralis P.O.V )
I laugh at the disgruntled Bilbo as I unsaddled Nox and he unsaddled Mrytle, he glares at me as
we enter the Prancing Pony as I laugh harder to the amusement of Gandalf and curiosity of the
Company, I pulled back my hood saying," please don't tell me the rum's gone," while Bilbo howls
in laughter, Gandalf chuckles and the company's jaws drop in shock. Butterbur hollers," a jug of
rum and a cup for Mythralis by Gandalf, stat !" I walk over to Gandalf as he stands to greet me
saying," Tharkun, it is so good to see you after all these years." The Company's jaws dropped even
further if possible as he replied saying," my dear, Mythralis it is good to see you as well, if I might
ask will you sing for us." as Butterbur yells in agreement from the kitchen. I sigh in exasperation
while Bilbo snickers in the background," I know just the one," I smirk,
.
"the world was young, the mountains green,
no stain yet on the moon was seen,
no words were laid on stream or stone
when Durin woke and walked alone.
.
he named the nameless hills and dells;
he drank from yet untasted wells;
he stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
and saw a crown of stars appear,
as gems upon a silver thread,
above the shadows of his head.
.
the world was fair, the mountains tall,
in Elder Days beforethe fall
of mighty kings in Nargothrond
and Gondolin, who now beyond
the Western Seas have passed away;
the world was fair in Durin's Day.
.
a king he was on carven throne
in many-pillared halls of stone
with golden roof and silver floor,
and runes of power upon the door.
the light of sun and star and moon
in shining lamps of crystal hewn
undimmed by cloud or shade of night
there shone for ever fair and bright.
.
there hammer on the anvil smote,
there chisel clove, and graver wrote;
there forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
the delver mined, the mason built.
there beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
and metal wrought like fishes' mail,
buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
and shining spears were laid in hoard.
.
unwearied then were Durin's folk;
beneath the mountains music woke:
the harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
and at the gates the trumpets rang.
.
the world is grey, the mountains old,
the forge's fire is ashen-cold;
no harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
the darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
the shadow lies upon his tomb
in Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
but still the sunken stars appear
in dark and windless Mirrormere;
there lies his crown in water deep,
till Durin wakes again from sleep."
.
As I finish, I hear clapping and Kazadul prayers. Gandalf says," I think it is time for rest we have a
long journey ahead of us, Thorin." after he nods ,the dwarf prince that saved me 60 years ago, he
leaves for his room Bilbo and myself following.
To Be Continued In Chapter 2.
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