Guest: Thanks for the review, but I'm actually changing his armour.

Charles Ceaser: Thanks, here you go.

Ryu otsutsuki: I...actually don't know. Sauron's created the One Ring, but George creating the Second Ring? I think Sauron's Ring of Power rules all the others.

SPARTAN-626: Yeah, at least I'll be putting her in when we get to Rivendell.

Fmaximus19: Thanks for Understanding. George isn't the type to make promises that he can't keep. He knows Bilbo can die during this Quest so he wasn't going to say he won't die.

mpowers045: Hmm...There wouldn't have been much of him in it since he would have been battling Orcs while Thorin took on Azog, but I'll add something.

Armour change: You know that dark Armour Talion wears in Shadow of War when he's being corrupted by the Nazgùl Ring of Isildur? Yeah, that's what George is official wearing except the gloves are still the same Angel of Death ones from Darksiders. The mask is staying to make it more scarier whenever he puts his hood up. This will be his official armour from here on out, even in flashbacks.

Just, go on YouTube and type in "Shadow of War dark armour" pick the one that has Dark Armour appearance and perks in it.

The next day, the Company were finally starting their quest on journeying away from the Shire. Most of the Dwarves better on Bilbo not showing up, but a few betted he would show up. George had changed out of his armour and into something that you'd think a dark warrior would wear. Well, this was actually one of his armours, given to him by his father back during his reign. The hood wasn't up since it wasn't raining or anything, but George kept his mask on and his swords were sheathed across his back.

George had betted a lot of coins that Bilbo would show up, getting some 'prepare to have no money' comments from the dwarves betting against him. The son of Morgoth and Ungoliant just chuckled and shook his head as he rode on Shadowmere, his trusted horse from the demon world.

"Wait! Wait!" He heard a familiar voice call and stopped Shadowmere to look, along with everyone else, to see Bilbo running up to them with the contract in his hands. George smirked as he had a feeling the Hobbit would join, and also because he was going to get the money from those who betted against Bilbo not showing up. "I signed it." Bilbo told Balin as he came up beside him.

The dwarf took the contract and took out his reading glasses to look it over before nodding. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome Master Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield."

Some of the dwarves, who were actually the ones betting that he would come, chuckled. Thorin said uninterestingly. "Give him a pony."

"No, no, that won't be necessary." Bilbo tried to protest before Kili and Fili lifted him up and placed him on the back of a pony.

A couple of minutes later as they rode along the road, the dwarves started paying up. "Come on, Nori, pay up!" Oin called to Nori who tossed a purse of gold at the dwarf, who caught it with a chuckle.

Bilbo looked between George and Gandalf with confusion. "What was that about?" He asked.

George chuckled. "They took wagers on if you'd show up or not. Most said you wouldn't." He raised his hands and caught a bag of gold and smirked as he outs it away. "In was one if the few who said you would show up."

"And what about you, Gandalf?" Bilbo asked the Wizard. The Wizard was quiet before he suddenly caught a bag as well.

"My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second." Gandalf said as he puts the purse away in a pouch

Bilbo then suddenly sneezed and groaned as he said. "Oh, it's horse hair. I'm having a reaction." He reached into his pocket before an alarmed look came onto his face. "Wait, wait! Stop! Stop!" Everyone stopped and looked at the Hobbit.

"What on Earth is the matter?" Gandalf asked as Bilbo searched his pockets.

"I forgot my handkerchief." The hobbit sheepishly said.

"Here, use this!" Bofur called, ripping a bit of his jacket off and threw it to Bilbo who caught it with a disgusted look as the dwarves chuckled before Thorin ordered them to move on. They passed out of the Shire and Into the wild lands, not many people lived out this way and the only things seen out there were animals and traders travelling to one of the major cites like Minas Tirith, the Gondorian city.

"You'll have to manage without pocket handkerchiefs and a good many other things Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey's end." Gandalf told the Hobbit. "You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, home is now behind you, the world is ahead."

They traveled further through the wild country and occasionally stopped for breaks, eventually Thorin called for them to stop and make camp as nightfall was coming. Most of the dwarves were resting with only George, Kili, Fili, and Gandalf staying awake and keeping watch. The son of Morgoth had his eyes on the forests, lost in thought before he noticed Bilbo getting up and going over to the ponies.

A strange noise caught their attention and George's hands immediately went to his sword that were sitting beside him as he stood up, knowing the sound of an Orc Screch very well. "What was that?" Bilbo asked.

"Orcs." Kili answered.

"Orcs?" Bilbo asked with a frown as he walked towards them while Thorin woke up and looked around, alert.

"Throat cutters, there'll be dozens of them out there." Fili said to the now spooked Hobbit. "The lowlands are crawling with them."

Kili picked off where Fili stopped. "They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet no one screams, just lots of blood." He said, spooking the Hobbit further as the two shared a chuckle. Though, their fun was cut shirt by Thorin.

"You think that's funny?" He asked sharply. "You think a night road by Orcs is a joke?"

"We didn't mean anything by it." Kili said, looking down ashamed. George knew whine Thorin was in one if his brooding moods due to the memories of what Orcs had done, especially Azog.

"No you didn't." Thorin said to them. "You know nothing of the world." Thorin went off to the far cliff, looking far but not seeing the land. He was seeing the Battle of Moria between the Dwarves and Orcs, the dwarves led by his father and grandfather.

"Don't mind him laddie, Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs." Balin said to the young dwarves. "After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, king Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf Kingdom of Moria..."

Flashback to Moria

"...But our enemy, had got there first." Balin continued.

The fields outside of Moria were littered with the battle between the Dwarves of Erebor and the Orcs. The battle waged on as many dwarves in the Company were there, Dwalin, Balin, Thorin, they were aided by George who struck down two Orcs with his swords. He had blood all over his armour chest plate as he thought off the enemy.

"Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs, led by the most vile of all their race..."

George stabbed an Orc through the head when he saw a pale Orc knocking aside dwarves with a mace that reminded him of what Sauron himself used in battle, especially during the battle on the slopes of Mount Doom, the Orc went up against King Thror as George knew who this Orc was.

"...Azog the Defiler." Balin continued the tale. "The Giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began...by beheading the King."

The Pale Orc roared triumphantly as he held up the head of King Thror while Thorin watched in horror before Azog threw the head to the ground, the Prince of Erebor watching it roll. "NOOOOO!" He yelled.

"Thrain,Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief, he went missing. Taken Prisoner or killed...we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw them. A young dwarf prince and his human friend taking on the Pale Orc."

George charged into the battle between Thorin and Azog, aiding his Dwarven friend against the threat. The two thought together as they battled the Orc and tried killing him. Thorin had an oaken branch as a shield, blocking Azog's blows. George sliced Azog's back by was knocked aside by his maces making him grunt as he tried getting to his feet but Azog held him down with a foot.

"Time to die, son of Morgoth!" Azog said in his black speech tongue. He raised the made and prepared to bring it down when Thorin suddenly came and sliced the Orc's left hand off, causing the beast to yell in pain as a few other Orcs took him to safety.

"Azog the defiler learned that day that the line of Durin will not be so easily broken."

Throin helped George up before rallying his fellow dwarves and they charged and attacked the Orcs head on. The battled waged on but they drove the Orcs back and defeated them, reclaiming Moria. But there was no feat nor song that night.

"There is one who I could follow...

Present

...There is one, who I could call King." Balin finished, looking at Thorin who funded to see all the other dwarves awake and looking at him in awe. A small smile came to the Dwarf Prince's face as he walked back to the camp. "Yet, we would have suffered had we not have our ally." Balin continued, looking to George.

The son of Morgoth shrugged. "Thorin asked for my help and I gave it." He nodded to Thorin who nodded back, they had become shield brothers that day.

"And the Pale Orc? What happened to him?" Bilbo asked curiously.

"He slunk back Into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago." Thorin salt, thinking of the Orc who killed his grandfather. The dwarf Prince went back to leaning against the rock he was sleeping against.

And that's it for this chapter. I do promise to make them longer as we go on, but I felt like this suited for a good ending to a chapter. By the ways whoever is a fan of the Inheritance Cycle books and likes the Saphira/OC pairing, check out my story Bladewolf of Alagaësia.