Welcome back! I have returned from Atlanta, Georgia where I visited my sister and nephew. I went out to lunch earlier at the Lazy Donkey (Mexican Restaurant) and my older sister told the waiter is was my birthday tomorrow but she wanted to celebrate today since I wouldn't be there tomorrow (My b-day is January 1st.) We finish lunch, the whole group of people walked out with a sombrero and dessert and start singing Happy Birthday. I've never blushed like that in all my life. I hope you all have a Happy New Years! Reviews/Requests/Suggestions/Ideas are ALWAYS accepted!
3rd Person
The next morning, the Co. prepared to leave Rivendell. Thorin led the dwarves up the mountain pass until he reached the edge of the wild.
"Be on your guard; we're about to step over the edge of the Wild. Balin, you know these paths; lead on." Thorin called for the Royal Advisor.
"Aye." Balin nodded, taking lead of the group. Bilbo turned around and looks back at Rivendell, longingly.
"Master Baggins, I suggest you keep up." Thorin growled, turning to join the others up the mountain pass.
A fierce storm is in the air, with lightning and rain all around.
"Hold on!" As Bilbo walks, the stone beneath his feet gives away, and he starts falling into the chasm; Dwalin manages to pull him back in time.
"We must find shelter!"
"Watch out!" The Dwarves look up and see a massive boulder hurtling through the air; it hits the mountainside above them, causing rocks to fall all around them as they press themselves against the mountain.
"This is no thunderstorm; it's a thunder battle! Look!" Bofur points as a stone giant rears up from a nearby mountain; it rips off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain.
"Take cover: you'll fall!"
"What's happening?" Giant #1 throws the boulder far in the air; another stone giant, #2, appears from behind the Company, and it is hit in the head. The dwarves yell at each other to brace and hold on, and the rocks beneath their feet begin to give way from all the vibrations and from the impact of the falling rocks. The ground between some of the Company members splits; part of the group is on one side, and part on the other.
"Kili! Grab my hand! Ki..." As the two stone giants fight with their fists, the dwarves hold on tight as they are flung around. One of the groups manages to jump to a different spot. A third stone giant appears, and it throws a boulder at the head of one of the first two. That one falls over; as the first group watches, it appears to them that the other group of the Company has been smashed to bits. The hurt stone giant loses its footing and falls down the chasm.
"No! No! Kili!" The group rushes to the spot where the others appeared to have been crushed, but they are safe.
"We're all right! We're alive!"
"Where's Bilbo? Where's the Hobbit?"
"There!"
"Get him!"
Bilbo is seen hanging onto the edge of the cliff with just his fingertips. Ori dives onto the ground and tries to grab Bilbo's arm, but Bilbo slips and falls another few feet before he catches another handhold. As the dwarves try to pull him up unsuccessfully, Thorin swings down on the cliff next to Bilbo and boost him up, where the others pull him to safety. Dwalin tries to lift Thorin back up too, but Thorin loses his grip and begins falling too; however, Dwalin, with much effort, is able to pull him back up.
"I thought we'd lost our burglar." Dwalin breathed heavily.
"He's been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us. Dwalin!" Thorin growled, entering the cave.
"It looks safe enough." Dwalin observed.
"Search to the back; caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied." Thorin explained. Dwalin searches the cave with a lantern.
"There's nothing here." Gloin drops a bundle of wood on the floor and rubs his hands.
"Right then! Let's get a fire started."
"No, No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light."
"We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan."
"Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch."
The dwarves had fallen asleep in the night, Bofur watching over them in case anything were to go wrong. Bilbo and Bofur had shared a conversation when the floor began to cave in. The dwarves rolled and bumped before landing onto wooden boards. Goblins ran toward them and dragged them from the landing site.
Thorin's P.O.V
"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?" The Goblin-King asked the other goblin. .
"Dwarves, Your Malevolence."
"Dwarves?" The Goblin King asked.
"We found them on the front porch." The goblin explained.
"Well, don't just stand there; search them! Every crack, every crevice." The goblins search us thoroughly, throwing away whatever they find. Oin's hearing trumpet is thrown on the floor and crushed underfoot.
"What are you doing in these parts? Speak!" We look to each other but refuse to respond.
"Well then, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest." The Goblin King shouted. I notice something move inside a cage beside the Goblin King. Daenerys...
"Wait." I stepped forward.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain." The Great Goblin bows exaggeratedly to me. I noticed Daenerys sit up and fly toward the bars upon hearing my name.
"Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg." I look up in surprise and disbelief.
"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." I growled.
"So you think his defiling days are done, do you?" The Great Goblin laughs, then turns to a tiny goblin sitting in a basket and holding a slate.
"Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize." The tiny goblin writes down the message on his slate; cackling, he then pulls a lever, causing his basket to start sliding down a system of ropes and pulleys into the darkness.
"I'll make a deal with you." I spoke, glancing over to Daenerys.
"Alright, speak." The Goblin-King sat up in his throne.
"Let her go and take me instead." I nodded to Daenerys.
All of the sudden, Drogon appeared above us and blazed fire at the Goblins in front of us. I broke free and grabbed Orcrist, running toward Daenerys. I broke the cage open and pulled her into my arms. I mounted Drogon and placed her on my lap. The dwarves climbed on behind me and held onto each other as Drogon took off. We emerged into sunlight at the other end of the cave. Drogon hovered over the towered trees and I held onto Daenerys.
Drogon landed at the end of the hill, stretching his wings out one last time before settling. I remained on Drogon, holding onto Daenerys.
"Moon of my life…" I whispered as she placed a hand up to my stubble covered cheek.
"My sun and stars…" She sat up and smiled. I placed her back gently on the saddle as I walked over to Oin. I returned, picked her up and carried her behind a line of trees.
"I'm sorry for leaving." She apologized as I unrolled the roll of bandages.
"I couldn't stop you all those years ago and I couldn't stop you a few days ago." I muttered.
"I returned both times, didn't I?" She asked as I began wrapping the bandages around her midsection.
"Let me ask-why did you come back?" I asked, cutting off the bandage with a knife from my pocket and sealing it.
""I came back because- I needed you." She answered.
Howls erupted in the distance, loud and echoing. I looked up into Daenerys' eyes and frowned. Not again.
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