Welcome back, reader! I am here once more with another chapter! I will warn you, there is a plot twist at the very end so be warned. Reviews/Requests/Suggestions/Ideas are always accepted! I'm always up for a PM!
The next morning, we traveled through a forest as the rain poured down. I rode Drogon who did not like the rain one bit.
"Here, Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?" One of the dwarves asked the wizard.
"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard." Gandalf growled.
"Are there any?" Bilbo asked.
"What?" Gandalf asked, looking back to the hobbit.
"Other wizards?" Bilbo asked with much curiosity.
"There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards; you know, I've quite forgotten their names." Gandalf admitted.
"And who is the fifth?" Bilbo Baggins asked, frowning upon the feel of a big raindrop on his head.
"Well, that would be Radagast, the Brown." Gandalf smiled upon mentioning his old friend.
"Is he a great Wizard or is he...more like you?" Gandalf looks slightly offended. I let out a small chuckle.
"I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East, and a good thing too, for always Evil will look to find a foothold in this world." Gandalf explained to Bilbo who nodded.
Hours later, we arrive at an old, abandoned farmhouse. I dismounted and unclipped the saddle from Drogon. I turned to see Gandalf and Thorin having an argument. I watched as the argument intensified.
"I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the Hidden Valley." Gandalf suggested (A/N: Unlike you people who hide in the shadows and refuse to write a review)
"I have told you already, I will not go near that place." Thorin nearly growled.
"Why not? The elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice." Gandalf countered.
"I do not need their advice." Thorin muttered.
"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us." Gandalf was close to shouting.
"Help? A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves? Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls, the Elves looked on and did nothing. You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grandfather and betrayed my father." Thorin explained to the wizard.
"You are neither of them. I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past." The wizard shouted.
"I did not know that they were yours to keep." Gandalf stomps off angrily, leaving the Company. I placed the saddle on a rock and sat down against it as Drogon sat down beside me, nuzzling up against me.
"Come on Bombur, we're hungry." Thorin snapped.
Night had fallen over the campsite and bowls of freshly made stew were being passed out. Thorin approached me and handed me one regular sized bowl full of stew and one larger one full of meat. He placed the larger bowl down in front of Drogon and handed me the other one. I had just began eating when Fili and Kili broke through the bushes, breathing heavily. Thorin turned, his eyes widened.
"What is wrong?" Thorin asked his nephews who were still trying to catch their breath.
"You lost the ponies, didn't you?" Thorin growled, walking over and picking up his sword. I placed the bowl on the ground and stood up, running toward Thorin as the others rushed into the bushes. He turned and stopped me, placing a hand on my chin and rubbing his thumb across it as a smile played across his face.
"I want you to remain here in camp."
"I could fight…"
"I can't lose you, not again." He whispered, placing a rather quick kiss on my nose before leaving. I stood there, frozen, as I asked myself: What just happened?
I sat there against the rock for what seemed like hours with Drogon's head in my lap. I gave up, too impatient to wait another second for their return. I saddled up Drogon and rode toward the site where the dwarves had run off to hours ago.
I arrived at the site to see nothing but trouble. The dwarves either lay on the ground tied up or were tied up over a fire.
"Afis (fly)." I ordered Drogon, holding on tightly to the reins as he thrust up into the morning sky. I urged him down toward the spit. He captured the dwarves in his mouth and began growling at the three trolls.
"Who is she?"
"No idea."
"Can we eat her too?"
"THE DAWN WILL TAKE YOU ALL!" Drogon dropped the dwarves from his mouth as he rushed to block the trolls from escaping.
"Dracarys (breathe fire)." Drogon took in a deep breathe before breathing out fire. Gandalf split the rock in two, revealing the sun to the three trolls. The trolls slowed as their skin turned to stone. Drogon lowered, standing in front of the dwarves in defense. I dismounted from Drogon and let him rest as I untied the dwarves. I reached Thorin and untied his sack.
"Thank you." He whispered, placing a hand on my cheek. I looked up at him for a moment before returning to Drogon. I patted him on the neck as he coughed out the last bit of fire. I watched as Thorin and Gandalf spoke to each other a few yards from me.
"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?" Thorin asked.
"Oh, not for an age, not since a darker power ruled these lands." Gandalf answered, looking down at the dwarf. The two look meaningfully at each other.
"They could not have moved in daylight." Gandalf knocked on a troll with his staff.
"There must be a cave nearby." Thorin rushed out of the site and began searching for a cave. I mounted Drogon and followed him.
I waited outside as the dwarves searched inside for weapons and most likely, gold. I heard something up ahead and held on tightly to the reins as Drogon shuffled into his defensive stance.
"Something's coming!" A dwarf yelled. The dwarves rushed back from the cave to see a man on a sled break through the bushes.
"THIEVES! FIRE! MURDER!" The man yelled, breathing heavily.
"Radagast! Radagast the Brown. Ah. What on earth are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong."
"Yes?"
Radagast opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it. He opens his mouth again, but closes it again. He has forgotten what he was going to say.
"Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I've lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue." He curls up his tongue, and looks surprised.
"Oh, it's not a thought at all; it's a silly old..." Gandalf pulls a stick insect out of Radagast's mouth.
"-stick insect!" The dwarves and Bilbo look flustered. Radagast and Gandalf go off a few paces and speak privately.
"Miss Daenerys…" A voice spoke from behind her. She turned to see Balin standing there, the all dwarves standing behind him except for Thorin and Dwalin.
"Balin, what brings you here?"
"I wanted to ask you as question if you don't mind."
"I don't, ask me."
"How do you know Thorin Oakenshield?"
"We were friends once…" I told them, turning back and patting Drogon on the neck.
"What happened?" One of the dwarves asked.
"I married him." I confessed.
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