Chapter one

Alliances

Authors note. ; I want to apologize for those who read the prologue when it was first uploaded. Those who read after the author's note in the prologue- that was not supposed to be on there. It was supposed to be this chapter. So please ignore that- I've fixed it already. Sorry for that. Now here's chapter one. Enjoy.

Decades ago; fall

The alliance between the Shire and the Blue Mountains.

It was the middle of fall, the annual fall festival was in full swing, songs were sung, hobbits danced and drank to their heart's content. Lights were strung around trees illuminating a path towards the big party, fireworks were set off in the night sky as the fauntlings admired each and every one of them. Everything was going as it usually does in such parties, Bandobras Took, the brother of the Thain kept a watchful eye around the forest. Two nights ago they heard rumors of a band of orcs roaming their lands, only few knew of the threat but the thain proceeded with the festivities. He was certain they would not get near enough, not with the Rangers patrolling the area. Bandobras wanted to believe his brother but, there was nagging feeling telling him to keep a look out. The only consolation was that some of the soldiers were hidden in the trees, with their arrows at ready.

"You need to lighten up a bit, enjoy what's in front of you." Bandobras didn't turn back but he answered anyways, "How can I, when I know danger lurks in the shadows." There was a soft chuckle.

"You worry too much. We're in good hands, brother. Remember it was you who came up with an alternate plan incase things go bad."

"I know. I know. I just can't help it. But I will try." The Thain nodded before going back to the party, his guards following him.

The cold bite of the wind created goosebumps around the generals forearms, his curly brown hair blew in time with the wind. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and in that instant a pack of wargs descended upon the hobbits, their talons ripping them apart and cutting off their cries The hobbits perched in the trees fired their arrows as soon as they appeared, they had not noticed the wargs until they attacked. Those who knew how to fight quickly got into action, they helped get as many women and children to safety. Bandobras quickly unsheathed his sword, the silencer, then made his way to his brother side. The rest of the royal guard following his lead. "Get him out of here. The rest you know what to do." The Thain was about to protest but was taken away, Bandobras took control of the situation and began killing the wargs as they neared him. Knowing his brother would be fine he began seeking the rest of his kin.

It could have been minutes that passed by, but to Bandobras it felt like hours, corpses laid all around him both Orc and hobbit alike. Their blood staining the green hills. It was dead silent. The decorations were destroyed, barrels of sake spilled over. The general rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, he sighed before giving out orders.

"Get medical attention! We need to ro-

Bandobras got cut off as another wave of wargs appeared, this time with riders upon them, Orcs. The general has no time to give out orders as the orcs surrounded them, he knew most of them were wounded as was he. They knew what their job entitled, their families- what was left of them were safe. All they had to do was stand as long as possible if they wanted to see daylight again.

"Bandobras Took." The hobbit in question raised his eyes to the leader and looked at him with confusion. Unconsciously he raised his sword at the Orc.

"Don't look surprised, your victory against the goblin king is well known. I'm in luck to meet such a foe." The Orc grinned, it's tongue gliding over his pointed teeth. There was no more said, the Orc spoke in his language then the wargs jumped at them. The general watched as the warg jumped in the air, bearing it's crimson teeth. He rolled out the way, turned and slashed the creature across the face. It howled in pain. The Orc dismounted, two long broken and rusted blades were in his hands, he twirled them before attacking Bandobras. It was proving to be difficult, blocking two swords at the same time and with a wounded arm from the precious battle. The creature was relentless, each blow sent the hobbit back, "After I kill you, the rest of your kin will be next."

Bandobras grunted in pain as he was forced to his knees, to both his left and right the remaining hobbits were positioned the same. His hazel eyes looked upon the beauty of the Shire, he remembered the way the sun would shine upon the grass, the unique smell of the Shirelands and most of all the way it felt to be alive. This was it. He was going to die.

"Such a beautiful blade, elven made I presume. my uncle would love to add this to his collection, something more that the elves of mirkwood would want." The Orc inspected the blade, twirling it in his hand and slashing the air. His feet shuffled around the hobbits, his eyes always lingering on Bandobras. With a wicked gleam in his eyes he moved behind him, pulled the hobbits curls causing him to look up at the Orc.

What Bandobras saw was pure evil, his time had come and he was ready. He waited to feel the cold blade on his throat, feel the way his skin opened at the wound, yet it was placed elsewhere. The tip of the blade pressed against his back, each time he breathed it was deepened.

"Defeated by an Orc." Those were the orcs last words. A war cry erupted from behind them all, the orcs turned too late as a group of dwarves attacked them all. In a blink of an eye the orcs and their wargs were killed off. Bandobras blinked rapidly, he took a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Are you able to get up?" A dwarrow appeared in front of him, his hand outstretched towards him. He took the hand and from then on an alliance would be formed.

"I wish to apologize." The dwarrow began, "These orcs were in your land because of my squadron, they attacked our merchants and we believed we had killed every single one of them. We clearly did not. We tracked them, when we found out where they were heading, we tried to get here as soon as possible."

"Your people do not do this, these orcs would have fled anywhere and they would have killed whoever they came into contact. No apology needed."

Both studied each other, Bandobras needed to know if he could trust him. "I am Bandobras Took, brother to the Thain."

"O'vren, captain of the royal guard and cousin to one of the lords."

The sound of wings flapping captured the attention of both, they turned to the raven heading there way. O'vren let the raven land on his forearm, he looked at it then to Bandobras.

"My cousin wants to have a word with your Thain, he speaks of alliances between Ered Luin and the Shire.

Ered Luin would give weapons and soldiers to the Shire as means of protection against any threats. The Shire in return would give part of their crops. Soon after that, trading was made. Merchants from both kingdoms would travel back and forth, some hobbits stayed in the mountain in helping growing crops and other foods. This was the same with the dwarrows, they helped forge weapons but the most important was belong creating an underground kingdom for the hobbits. They could not risk another attack even with Ered Luin in their side.

Alliance between Erebor and The shire.

Arranged marriage between Bilbo and Frerin.

The king under the mountain, Thrain, had heard stories of a gentle race that stood in the face of danger and even made friends with Ered Luin. It was unheard of, and the king wanted to form a bond with those creatures. He needed their aid in the war against the invasion of their home, they would know how it felt to be in that position. He just hoped that his case would be heard and agreed upon. Following the map that was given to him by a wizard, Thrain stood in the middle of a field. A single tree stood in the open, he raised an eyebrow and looked around for the hobbit that would greet them. He wondered if he was in the correct place, surely the hobbit kingdom would be visible. Two of his children were present, the crown prince and the second, his daughter was in the safe hands of his cousin that was headed to the blue mountains with the rest of his people.

"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Bandobras Took." A hobbit like non other appeared out of nowhere, brown curly hair and hazel eyes. His round face and gentle features showed him to be weak but the scars running down his face told him otherwise. A sword was strapped behind his back, silencer.

"If you would follow me, I will show you to our kingdom."

"I see nothing." Frerin spoke up, Thorin sent his brother a glare and Thrain shook his head.

"That is because it's not above ground, prince. It's below." The crown prince started wide eyes at the hobbit, his curiosity peaking.

"Underground? How? Why?" Thorin asked, Bandobras laughed. "You will soon find out."

The kingdom was something that Thorin had never seen before, and he lived in a mountain. It was similar to his home but so different, the entrance was guarded by one hobbit and one dwarrow. Once inside a long tube like passage lead off to different section, they went straight and were met with more guards. Thorin wanted to explore each and every passage, find out what they all lead to. After being approved they continued and turned left after five minutes. Up ahead chatter could be heard, as they got closer the entry got bigger and bigger.

"This whole section is dedicated to the markets, there are nine ways to get in there. One of them leads to the markets of Ered Luin." Thorin looked around, his eyes bulged as he watched hobbits and dwarves going about their day, purchasing items. It reminded him so much of home. "We're going further down, follow me."

"How deep does it go?" Thrain asked instead.

"Five levels, it was made possible by Ered Luin, they helped us create this place."

Thorin could not help but feel like a child again, in front of him was princess belladonna, the mother of prince Bilbo. She did not like the idea of marrying her son to a stranger.

"He is only a child, I will not allow this father! There has the another way." Thorin squirmed when her eyes landed on him, he looked away and kept his gaze on the only thing that was not trying to kill him. Sitting by himself was Bilbo, the very person they were talking about. He had honey brown curls, a light tan glow and light green eyes. He cocked his head to the side, ignoring what was said around him. There was something about the hobbit that pulled him to him, he looked at his brother and father before silently going to Bilbo. Too busy watching Bilbo, Thorin missed the way Belladonna looked at him and her son.

"I only have one condition and I will agree to this."

King Thrain didn't hesitate, "Name it." The Thain, couldn't help but chuckle inside, the king under the mountain would not see what was to come with his daughter's condition.

The Shire, would aid the dwarves of Erebor in defeating the dragon, they would assist with food and medicine when it was required. They would make a safe haven for those who lost their home and in return Erebor wanted a deeper connection with the Shire. For helping them in defeating the dragon alongside the Elves of Mirkwood and the men of Dale, Thrain proposed a marriage arrangement between the two kingdoms. Prince Bilbo would not marry prince Frerin until he was of age.

Authors note; updates will be every week, either Monday or Tuesday. . Now that we got the history out of the way we can finally get to Bilbo and Thorin. I have a question, I have two ways to go about this. 1; Bilbo should meet Thorin when he reaches Erebor or 2 : should it be earlier? Until next update, adios.