RE: I only own my two OCs, the slight adjustments of the plot, and the small side plots. The story and characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and the makers of The Hobbit films.
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Hi everyone, I just wanted to thank you for clicking on my Fanfiction. It is definitely not my first but I'm going to say that it is my first post of one.
So just to start, I really like when people comment, it can be both helpful and encouraging. But, all the same, I do not accept any criticism that is rude and unjust, I can take bluntness but if you're just being rude for the sake of being rude you might as well be on your way because I'm going to ignore you. That being said, please give me advice, constructive criticism and encouragement.
I'm hoping to write another fanfiction in connection to this one as a Sequel with a new OC (Mili will still be there) but I'm going to make sure that it can be read separately from this one.
Loads of love, Medusa101, I hope you enjoy
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Chapter 1
The glowing fire was the center of this home, the warmth of the hearth seeping into the thickly woolen carpets that adorned the floors and furniture's. Made completely out of a cool, smoothed down stone, the house wasn't heavily decorated necessarily but all around hung and sat items of old and new memory. There were small necklaces hung from the wall, old tapestries, drawings and paintings… even old mechanical wooden trinkets. The house had a nice patina to it although any showering of dust had been completely removed by the presence of the three Dwarven children, who now lived there.
And there they sat, in front of the hearth on the thickly knitted carpet, all around a slim woman who sat on the couch looking down on them.
Two were boys, and there was a red headed one and a blonde. Although twins, the red headed one seemed much older. He was broader in stature and more mature in face with a slightly upturned nose, wide lips, large icy blue eyes and a light showering of freckles. Although only young, he already had a small tuft of hair growing out of his chin, the identical fiery ginger that his hair was.
The next brother looked much younger. He was round faced and slightly fat with thin slightly curled black hair, dark eyes and a thin nose. His eyes were large as saucers and his eyelashes were so long he could've caught a horse in them. He had no rosiness like most little children, and instead had a slightly yellow pallor as if he'd been ill and ill, he had been.
The small girl that sat between them was only a year younger, she as well was slightly fat but pretty nonetheless. Her hair was ash black and braided into two pigtails, her nose was slightly large, her eyebrows were thick and she had a shower of bangs over her forehead. She had a pair of rosy red cheeks and a mischievous wide grin that matched a pair of light green brown eyes.
The woman that stared down at them was smiling, "as story?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at the three children, "it's been some time since you've requested one of those?"
"Yes, but we want to know how you met Adad," the redhead announced loudly, "tell us about that!"
The woman looked lightly surprised, "that's a long story sweetheart, I don't know if…"
"Please!" the little girl interrupted, "tell us, Uncle Fili told us we should ask."
"Don't interrupt people Rinur," the woman chastised, giving the small girl a look, "it's not polite, and as for the story, I shall tell you as I feel it would do you worst not knowing. Keeping in mind that this is a real story… Bivur are you listening? Right, as I was saying, this is a real story. There's happy things and there's sad things, the ending… no, I won't tell you of the ending"
'It all began in the days of my forefathers… the days of Thror to be exact. King Thror ruled the mountain and the beautiful city of Erebor with an Iron fist, and a strong confidence in a his line of two heirs.'
'Nearest to the Throne was his son Thrain; a quiet honorable man who had three children including Thorin, another heir to the throne of Erebor. Thorin mostly took after his grandfather, He was a true leader, powerful and maybe slightly rash. His opinions were strong and although he was quieter than his grandfather he was not one to withhold his words like his father.'
'It was when Thorin was in his youth that a prophecy of the destruction of the Durin line was found. Fear was not in abundance within the line at that time, Thorin, Thrain and Thror were proud and brave dwarves, arrogant even. The prophecy had contained information on a savior but as all prophesies did, it was a riddle and at the time considered unsolvable, it goes here;
'The line of Durin will fall,
Into ashes, into blood, into dust away from love
The mountain that once stood tall,
Will crumble, will flake, will fall in deaths wake
Under the light of day, the death of Erebor,
Will be cast aside, as long as they find the saving one.
For they will be all that can save,
The line of Durin from being slain.'
'The prophecy was yet to come true even after the dragon. A tale that most know but I shall tell you it anyways.'
'There was a time when the kingdom of Erebor was the greatest in all of Middle Earth. King Thror ruled with an iron fist and Erebor was more beautiful even than the home of the great Elvenking Thranduil, rivers of gold ran along the stone and great gems were found in its depths.'
'As it is known, Dwarves are great miners and crafters and from the items collected in great chasm-like mines beautiful trinkets were made and sold. Erebor was rich and wealthy, so much so that the servants of servants had money to spare and lend.'
'The richness of Thror seemed to bring anything but good luck. There was a rift between him and the elves, each race tells a different story but I won't delve into that. '
'It was soon after that, that a sickness grew inside the mind of Thror, his love of gold grew to an obsession. He stopped eating and he stopped paying attention to family. And so, the Dragon came.'
'He was a firedrake from the North and he was drawn by a greed ten times the amount of King Thrors. For dragons covet and desire fiercely for gold, they will guard their plunder and spoils for as long as they live, and Dragons, live a very long time.'
'The Dragon pillaged and plundered both Erebor and Laketown, leaving death and destruction in his wake as he entered the mountain with every intent never to leave it again.'
'No help came from the Elves, Thranduil who regarded the Dwarves with neither admiration or sympathy provided no help, leaving them to travel for a home across the plains of Middle Earth. The line of Durin were left leading their people for years until they settled in the Blue Mountains, but they never forgot the day their home was taken from them and in their hearts they harbored a fierce wanton desire to be home again.'
'So, the line of Durin grew and grew in the newfound residence of the Dwarves of Erebor, and that, my dears, is where I come in."
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Hey once again, I just wanted to say that most chapters will be much longer than this. Thank you for reading this and constructive criticism is welcome.
Loads of Love, Medusa101