Bilba was in her room, lying in bed, reading. The clinking of armor caught her attention. Commands echoed in the hallway, something was wrong. Bilba got off the bed, picked up an old shirt she found yesterday. It wasn't the best, full of holes in places she mostly want covered. Still, it covered the important parts, hopefully. Slipping it on, she slightly opened her door. The guards where dragging everyone out of their rooms. Some by choice, others dragged by their hair or arms. This is not good! Everyone was in a frenzy. Bilba quietly walked out of her room, checking both sides of the hallway. She quietly runs up the stairs. If its one place they'll never check its the master's room. She just hopes that Bilbo and Ori are safe.
She stops at the end of the stair way. Peeking around the corner, empty! She quickly runs to the door, and shuts it behind her.
Locked!
She looks around for a hiding place.
The wardrobe.
She opens it and slips inside, praying to Eru that no one finds her.
Arwen heard the hoves of horses, before they came.
Thanks to her elven ears.
Her eyes told her how much time she had left, to gather the others and hide.
She dropped the bucket of water, and ran to the castle.
She stopped by the steps leading to the castle door, took a few deep breaths, and walked casually to the nursery.
The children and adults where quiet as the door opened. Arwen walks in-
"Arwen!" The children squealed.
Arwen puts her finger to her mouth, the children go quiet. The adults get up quickly, picking up the younger ones.
She beckons them closer. Peeking out the door to make sure its clear.
No guards.
She gestures them to follow her, and follow they did. Once outside she goes left. The children all stay quiet. She lifts the plank of wood blocking the door, the children go in first, then the adults. "Stay here and be quiet I'll come to get you as soon as I can!" she whispered. Aragorn gave a firm nod, he was always the brave one out of all them. Arwen gave a small smile, Aragorn went to the cornner and pulled out a dagger. Arwen and Aragorn placed hidden weapons in the barn for when danger approaches. Aragorn told her once, that he'll be her knight once he grows up. Sadly Arwen doesn't think either of them will survive, but nods in agreement.
Then she puts the plank back on the door, and runs to the other side.
An old dwarf was hammering on a piece of metal, when Arwen approached him. His hammer stopped in mid-air. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he puts down the hammer.
Arwen whispers to his ear, he looks at her wide-eyed. He quickly goes to the coals, and digs out his ax and Arwen's sword, that he made. Arwen pulls out her bow and arrows out of the hay stack.
Horns were heard.
The old dwarf and Arwen lean against the door, peeking through the cracks.
Lifted his hammer, and brought it down on a sheet metal, that was laid on the anvil. This was not how any dwarf, or anyone, should live to the last of their days. So many years has passed, since the death of his son. Months after that his daughter-in-law. He swore on his life that he will protect his grandchildren. Sadly he failed.
He has never seen his grandson, lock up in a room, he can only write to him. His granddaughter sees him, when she can. She has grown so much. She looks just like his daughter-in-law, with his son's eyes. The old dwarf shook his head. His grandchildren deserve a better life than this. Especially his grandson. The poor boy, needs to feel the earth beneath his feet. Even Ori deserves a better life than this! When he met Ori, he was just a lad, nearing his tweens. Being smaller than any dwarf, he took Ori under his arm, and taught him everything; his race, mountains that they live in, their history, everything. When he tried to teach Ori blacksmithing, He failed. Ori couldn't make something as simple as flattening metal. Even handling a sword or an ax, Ori's body couldn't handle it. More like he couldn't lift them. What was surprising was that he was good at knitting, and his sketches... Amazing!
Blacksmithing or weapons fight, was not in Ori's blood. Basic hand to hand combat he was successful in, even staff fights. But his passion was in books. The old dwarf made up his mind... He will teach Ori how to become a scribe. Teaching him was hard, since he was busy with the twins.
When word got around that Bilbo saved Ori's life, it made it easier to train Ori. When Ori's skills have perfected, the dwarf gifted Ori: a leather journal, ink jars, nibs, quills, and a dagger. Ori cried that day, saying how happy he was. He even called him father once, non spoke about it after that.
Such a life. Death is more suited than this!
Sighing, he continues to work on the new project he has kept from the twin wizards.
Arwen barged in breathing heavily. She walks towards him, leans over and whispers. "An army approaches."
That was all he needed.
As he heard the plank put into place, Aragorn checks on the others:
Drogo Baggins was coughing still. His wife Primula Brandybuck is at his side, wrapping her arm around her. While with the other rubbed her flat belly.
Hamfast Gamgee was holding his son close.
Paladin Took and Eglantine Banks huddled together. Their daughters: Pear, Pimpernel, and Pervinca, in-between them. Being careful not to bump into Eglantine's full belly.
Esmeralda Brandybuck was sitting near her sister, Primula. Trying to calm her breathing and hold back her moans. Her hands on her stomach and sweat of her brow, she's almost in labor.
Odovacar Bloger and Rosamunda Took was near Paladin, Odovacar holding his son Fredegar. Rosamunda was trying to tell the baby to stop kicking.
Boromir was next to him with a dagger in his hand. His little brother, Faramir, was holding Rose Cotton.
Eomer was standing in front of his sister, Eowyn.
Gimli was holding on to an ax, and a pair of scissors in his belt. Why he has them, the answer will come later.
Horns were heard. Aragorn, Boromir, and Eomer are ready. Gimli murmured something about cutting hair. The clashing of swords, the sounds of hooves, the cries. All sounds of battle was heard. Soon after cheering, and more horns.
What happen?!
Did they win!?
Did they lose!?
Are they free!?
Or forever imprisonment!?
Arwen and the old dwarf heard the horns. Soon after, servants and concubines where being dragged. Men raise their swords down on them. Those who tried to escape, where shoot down by archers. Others where pouring oil on them. Arwen looked away, as the flames consumed them. She couldn't save them. She couldn't enter their rooms, she couldn't bring them out. She couldn't do anything.
The enemy (saviors?) where getting closer, she can hear them! Gripping her sword tighter. The old dwarf brought his ax up.
This was it! This was their only chance of freedom! As soon as the raid starts they will join.
Men on horses swinging their swords at the enemy, charged in with others following. Arwen and the old dwarf looked at one another and nodded. pushing the doors wide, they joined the battle! She swung at the nearest guards, dropping dead at her feet. Moving gracefully, Arwen behead another guard.
The old dwarf threw his ax at the guards back.
Arwen took out her arrows and began shooting, landing a bull's-eye.
More guards came.
Dwarves popping through the gates.
Arrows being shot out from the skies. Arwen took a closer look. Those were elf's arrows!
Someone grips her arm and yanked her to the side. She fell to the ground. Looking up, only to see an elf with long blond hair and shiny armor. His features sharp, as both of his hands gripped his sword. He looked familiar. His sword swung down. Arwen turned to see an Orc drop dead. She got up an stabbed the other Orc behind the elf, a surprised look on his face. Looking Behind him, the Orc gurgled and fell. He looked at Arwen nodding his thanks. Arwen nodded back.
The battle is not over yet.
The old dwarf rampaging into battle, swinging his ax as he went! Blood splattered on his face and chest. He raised his sword over his head, and threw it at one of the soldiers who was trying to flee. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a dwarf he thought he never see.
Thorin!?
Thorin stabbed the soldier, hitting another approaching him from behind with his shield. A man with a large hammer came, swinging it at him. He block it with his shield, dropping his sword. Swing after swing, Thorin's shield comes lose off his arm. The old dwarf sees this and runs. Thorin looks up at the man! The man raises his hammer above his head! The old dwarf jumps in front of Thorin, his right hand clenching into a fist. Thorin expression was that of confuse and wonder.
The dwarf punches the man in the gut. The man with the hammer goes flying across the field, bringing down a few men! The impact was so strong, that anyone within a thousand feet felt it! Thorin has never felt such a strong impact. That man was at least punched a thousand feet, or more, away! Thought Thorin. Was that a dent in the armor?! That man is dead for sure! All of his bones must be broken, and his organs exploded! I'm no Healer but, damn! Clearing his eyes with his sleeve, he looks at the dwarf in front of him, who was now facing him. The dwarf took out his hand. Thorin was speechless, grasping the offered hand, he got pulled up. The dwarf gripped his shoulder, in greeting. Soldiers of the twins started to flee, Everyone howled and cheered.
Victory!
Arwen was out of breath.
The elf that saved her, had his arm around her waist. Using his body as leverage, she leaned against him. It's over...
The nightmare is over!
Burying her head into his armored chest, she cried.
The elf stiffened, and awkwardly patted her back.
The old dwarf limped away. Age was coming to him, and he needed to sit. He found a spot on a dead horse. Plopping down on it he flexed his fingers. His joints ache. Hopefully Arwen wont be too busy, so she can make that medicine for his old joints.
Thorin followed him. This dwarf was... Odd.
Short hair and beardless, Unheard of! "If I may ask?" Asked Thorin. "Who are you?" Crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head side ways.
The old dwarf looked up at him, taking a deep breath. "I'm not surprised you don't recognized me." he said. "Prince Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror."
Thorin eyes slightly widen, "How do you know who I am?" he demanded.
The dwarf let out a low chuckle.
"I'm Dundir Ironfist, son of Gundir."
Thorin's mouth dropped.
Dundir was a legend.
Actually the Ironfists were legends.
Myth has it they where gifted by Mahal, the Fist of Iron.
Hence the name Ironfist.
They were traveling, or hermit, dwarves. Never staying in one place for too long.
They even say they can see your weapon, just by looking at you.
Rumor has it that the Ironfist clan were dead.
However, seeing Dundir, in the flesh, changes everything.
An Ironfist still alive!
But...
What of the rest?
Years, yes that sound about right years, since he has seen Dundir.
The last time he saw him, was 90 years ago. Dundir and his sons came to the mountain, asking for shelter. Course who wouldn't shelter an Ironfist. King Thror greeted him openly. Having him within the halls was an honor. Every dwarf knew the arrival of the Ironfist clan. Women came to flaunt with them, men came to ask questions. Thror demanded them to leave. Dundir raised his hand and said leave them be, its been awhile since we've feasted with others. That was how a celebration started. Children demanding tales of their adventures, fathers pushing their daughters towards them, warriors asking for training lessons or weapons. So many people asking so many questions. Luckily they needed rest. Thror lead them to their chambers, near the royal chambers.
They stayed at the mountain for a few weeks. As thanks, Dundir gave King Thror small Mithril bars. In return King Thror gave Dundir and his sons: the finest pony for each, a chest full jewels and coins each, and rings baring the royal family colors and crest.
Saying one last good-bye, they road off. They never heard from them again. Later rumors started to spread that the Ironfist clan was no more. Ambushed by Orcs and killed by the twin wizards.
Everyone mourned for them.
Men, elf, and dwarves.
Though others had hope, that at least one survived. The rest continued their daily lives.
Now here in front of him proof that an Ironfist is still alive!
...
...
Where are his sons?!
"By Mahal!" Dwalin heard everything. He dropped his ax to his side. Thorin expected that Dwalin heard everything. "I never though I would see the day I get to see you again, and fight alongside ye!" Dwalin is a fan of the Ironfists, the most honor dwarf out of all the other dwarves.
Dundir smiled, "and I never though I would see another of my kin, aside from my apprentice." Taking a deep breath he continued, "If you would be so kind Prince Thorin-"
"It's king now, King Thror and King Thrain have passed."
Dundir expression was sad. "You have my condolences, pity, I was hoping to have another pint with them."
Thorin nodded, "about this favor you asked?"
Dundir turned towards the castle. "I need you to go in the castle... My grandchildren are there," Turning back to Thorin and Dwalin. "Find them for me."
It didn't take much convincing, Thorin was ordering a few of his men to find them.
As they approached the enterance, Dundir just remembered something about his grandchildren. He was about to call Thorin back, but he was already inside. Oh well, he shrugged, its been awhile since he had a good laugh.
Arwen stopped crying, taking deep breaths, she was able to calm down a bit. The elf took a step back.
Drying her eyes, she stared at the elf in front of her. "Thank you for saving me," she nodded. He nodded back, "'Course, you're not hurt any ware, are you?" Her arms hurt, from swinging a sword around, as well as for her two fingers. Other than that she was fine.
Shaking her head she replied, "I am fine thank you, I am Arwen daughter of Elrond." She bowed.
The elf bowed back "Haldir of Lorien, princess." He made eye contact with her, "your father is worried about you, thinking the worse." She cast her eyes down to the ground, sadden of the thought of her father. "He will be happy to know that his daughter is alive and well." He smiled. Arwen gave a little smile.
Yes, home!
Home away from here!
No more will she hear the screams!
No more will she see bodies piling up!
No more will Aragorn and the others-
The others!
Arwen ran, she can hear Haldir calling her.
Aragorn was pacing and it was getting on Boromir's nerves.
Was she hurt?!
Is she okay?!
Or worse is she...
Shaking his head, he didn't want to think that.
"Your pacing is not making any of us feel comfortable!" Boromir cried annoyed.
Aragorn stopped and sighed. Faramir arms were getting tired, Eowyn noticed. She got up and went to Faramir, grabbing hold of the baby in his arms, Faramir nodded his thanks. The shed was dark enough to hide both their blushing faces.
The sound of the plank caught their attention.
Aragorn, Eomer, Gimli, and Boromir readied their weapons.
The door opened, light blinding them, Eomer shield his sister and the babe.
Gimli whose eyes can stand bright lights, sees Arwen.
"Arwen... Its Arwen!" cheered Gimli. Running to her to hug her. He didn't notice another elf looking on, shocked.
Everyone ran out the door to greet her, and hear the good news-
A scream came from the shed.
Everyone looked in, Arwen covered her mouth.
Esmeralda Brandybuck was in labor!
"Someone get a healer!" Arwen cried, running to Esmeralda's side. Faramir and Boromir ran to get a healer.
Both where crying out for a healer. Within seconds one came, an elf man.
Both brothers lead the elf to the shed, where Esmeralda screeching was heard.
"What's going on?!" asked the elf. Arwen addressed her, "she's in labor! Help quick!" The elf was on his knees spreading her legs open.
(Right after Balin, legolas, and Bofur leave Bilbo's room, legolas leaves, Balin and Bofur are trying to look for the 'war room')
Bilba flinches as a loud bang was heard. Voices mumbled, then things being opened.
She pressed her ear to the door, listening.
"-Did you even look at it, it was huge!"
"Give it up laddie, all the treasure will be given to each army an equal parts, and we can't call dibs!"
"But he said-"
"what he said is what he said, not what Thorin said. He is king after all."
Things being thrown.
"I know that but, just maybe, if ya can, can you please-"
"No!"
"Not even-"
"No!"
"But-"
"No!"
Sigh.
"Fine!" footsteps... They are getting closer... Stop.
...
...
"That lad was pretty!"
"What?"
"That lad, y'know, the one with hairy feet and pointy ears."
"Oh that lad... Yes I agree he is, but we must stay cautious, you never know when something bad will happen."
"Like him being a spy?"
"Like him being a spy."
Heavy boots and armor.
"Has any of ye seen any dwarflings!"
"Nope haven't seen them here, why?"
"Dundir Ironfist"
"He's still alive?!"
"Aye he is, but he looks different."
"How?"
"They cut his beard and hair."
"Who?!"
"The twin Wizards."
"Two of them?"
"Aye."
...
"Well that is just fantastic! Here I thought I was gonna go home, and carve some new toys! Unbelievable!"
"I know how you feel, but those bloody bastards! Disgrace us like this!"
Bilba shifted alittle, her knee hit the door. The men in the room stood still. Bilba heart beats faster.
The door swings open. Bilba screams covers her head.
finally done!
now I can rest holy crap its almost 4 am I gotta go sleep
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