The important things first: Almost one year has past since i wrote my first, little fanfiction of the Hobbit. This won't be a long fanfiction and i hope i can manage to finish it before the second movie starts in cinemas. I hope you can forgive me my bad english, but i am still learning. For the rest of you: Have fun now :3.
I DON'T OWN THE HOBBIT! ALL RIGHT BELONGS TO J.R.R. TOLKIEN AND PETER JACKSON!
Now this is a second attempt. Just a very spontaneous idea of mine i got when i saw the new Trailer :3.
I am King under the mountain
Chapter 1
Darkness.
Nothing but endless darkness was before him.
Slowly he put one foot before the other, careful not to make a noise, which could cost him his life.
So much he had now gone through, had fought against orcs, wargs, giant spiders and he even had his sword raised against Azog the defiler to safe their leader's, Thorin oakenshield's, life.
Now he was here, in a dark, narrow corridor that could lead him right into his death.
They had done it, had achieved their goal: Erebor
The home of the dwarves.
Bilbo Baggins felt his muscles began to tremble and he ventured a few steps before.
He had thought that they had left the worst behind them, had thought that now nothing bad would happen anymore, but all he had been through in the last few weeks, there was nothing now compared to what he was going through now.
There was still one thing left he had to do now.
Further and further carried him his battered feet.
Before him he could see a faint light and heat stung his face as he approached the light source.
He stopped when a sound came to his ears.
Tense he listened into the darkness and his body began to tremble almost as if he heard a mighty breath. Another, and then another one.
Slowly he began to move again, even if he didn't want to.
He had to end this now!
He promised Throin and the others he would do this.
He couldn't give up now!
Not after he had come so far...
A final step now separated him from his goal: the vast hall, which was deep inside the Erebor, home of the most feared beast in Middle-earth...
Bilbo took a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit.
One mistake and he would be death!
He had to be very careful now…
He would sneak into the hall, get the royal jewel and then immediately rush back to his friends.
So the theory goes.
As practice would look like, he didn't know.
But the moment he entered the huge hall he couldn't think about all of this anymore at the sight before him. Jewels, precious stones and gold pieces sparkled, reflected in his eyes, which were wide open in surprise.
But the surprised sparkle in his eyes was gone within seconds.
Before him, on a big pile of gold and precious stones, slumbered the beast.
He had his huge head laid on his paws, the tail was placed gently around him and the wings were also folded gently against his scaly body.
Smaug, the terrible.
So they called him.
Bilbo was overwhelmed by the sight of the mighty dragon.
Sweat formed on his forehead as he only thought about to enter this hall, this grave, and search for the Arkenstone. But he had to do it. There was no turning back, and Bilbo took all his remaining courage to put his foot into the hall.
But the moment he put his foot onto the gold, a few gold pieces slipped and the sound they made, made Bilbo flinch.
And not only that: the sound of the moving pieces of gold echoed through the huge hall and Bilbo didn't dare to move anymore as a growl came from Smaug and then the powerful body of the dragon began to move.
The beast has been awakened…
