Chapter two is finally here! Yay! For all of you wondering I got my 12 Hole Ocarina in the mail yesterday and totally forgot about this chapter. Anyways, sorry for the delay! Thanks for reading readers! Enjoy!

-WingedIceWolf

WARNING!:Contains Spoilers for the Battle Of The Five Armies

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TH


The halls of Erebor lingered with evil and greed as the Dwarf King, Thorin, strode through the gold. Days had passed since the dragon's death, and the spell was becoming stronger. The sound of footsteps at the entrance rang in Bilbo's ears, causing him to jerk away from the treasure he was hiding.

Bofur, Kili, and Fili all ran into the hall entrance and up the stairs. The three all marveled at the dwarves' work on the mountain. Pillars ran up and down the corridors, chiseled very neatly and skillfully. Erebor was lit with lamps that glittered off of the green walls as tunnels ran throughout the halls.

"Hello? Bifur, Bombur, anybody?" yelled Bofur, his voice echoing through the halls.

For several seconds there was silence until they heard footsteps running down the stairs.

"Wait! Wait!" said Fili, holding his arm out to halt them.

"It's Bilbo! He's alive!" cried Kili, pushing past his brother's restrains and smiling brightly.

The dirty-blonde haired hobbit ran to them quickly stopping a couple feet in front of them, catching his breath. "Stop! Stop! Stop. You need to leave!" he demanded.

All three of the dwarves had a puzzling look on their faces as Kili responded, smile fading, saying "We only just got here."

"I've tried talking, but he won't listen." Replied the hobbit quickly, sorrow twinkling in his green eyes.

"What do you mean laddie?" asked Bofur softly.

"Thorin!" Bilbo answered a little more sharply than intended. "Thorin. He doesn't sleep, he barely eats. He's not been himself. Not at all. It's this place. I think a sickness lies on it."

"Sickness?" asked Bofur calmly. "What kind of sickness?"

Fili walked past Bilbo and began to start down the stairs. "Fili." Bilbo called as he spun around.

"Fili!" Bilbo called again, but the dwarf proceeded down the stairs.

"Fili!"

All three of them caught up to the dwarf who looked horrified as he stared down at the Dwarf King in shock, blonde hair draping over his shoulders. Thorin strode through the millions of piles of gold that lay in the hall, a smile over his face that struck fear in Fili's heart to see his uncle in this condition.

"Gold…" Thorin spoke, voice heavy with darkness. "Gold beyond measure! Beyond sorrow…and grief. Behold, the great treasure hoard of Thror!"

The sentence "Beyond sorrow…and grief." came out like a hiss, causing Bilbo to cringe and cover his ears.

Suddenly a red shiny object was being hurled at Fili who barely caught it. He stared down at the Ruby that he held in his hands, the beauty of such an object a mystery to him.

"Welcome…my sister's sons…to the Kingdom…of Erebor!" yelled Thorin, a smile crossing his face that was full of evil.

The three dwarves ran to the eating halls where the rest of the dwarves sat.

"Balin!" Kili cried happily, running up to the old dwarf.

"Kili! Thank Durin you're alive!" Balin chimed, giving the dwarf a pat on the back. "How's your arrow wound?"

"Better. It has not fully healed, but the poison is gone."

"Bombur!" Bofur called, running up to the fat dwarf. "You're alive!"

Later that evening after the dwarves had eaten and much cheer had filled the halls Thorin called all of them to look for the precious Arkenstone that he had lost to Smaug, the dragon that had slept within the mountain. The Arkenstone was a beautiful white stone that claimed that the king's right to rule was divine. Without it, the king could not rightfully be called or set to be king.

For several hours the dwarves and Bilbo dug through gold with their bare hands, searching for the Arkenstone.

"Any sign of it?" asked Thorin, hands crossed behind his back as he bent over to examine the group.

"Nothing yet!" yelled Bofur.

"Nothing here!" called Gloin, leaning on a pillar.

"Keep searching! That jewel could be anywhere. The Arkenstone is in these halls. Find it!" Thorin demanded.

"You heard him! Keep Searching!" yelled one of the dwarves.

"No one rests until it is found!" Thorin said in a dark voice, striding away into the shadows.

Bilbo had left the gold search to sit at the balcony of Erebor. He sat in silence, hands resting under his chin, sorrowful of what his friend had become. The Thorin he knew was overrun with greed, and all hope of returning him had left Bilbo's normally cheerful self.

Tears threatened to spill and Bilbo's throat began to ache. Bilbo held them back, no matter what tried to prevent him. He couldn't let his guard down so easily. The hobbit took a deep breath than released slowly.

Bilbo looked around to make sure no one was watching before pulling something out of his dark blue robe. The object glittered in his hands, emitting a bright light. The Arkenstone. Bilbo stared at the stone, remembering the dragon's words that burnt into his memory like fire.

Bilbo reached for the Arkenstone as Smaug caught the motion and glared at the hobbit, spikes flaring. "I'm almost tempted to let you take it…" he spoke deeply, forked tongue dancing between his teeth. Bilbo looked up at the red and large dragon in surprise.

"If only…to see Oakenshield suffer…Watch it destroy him…Watch it corrupt him…and drive him mad!"

Those last words Smaug roared as his underbelly scales became fiery orange. Bilbo quickly slipped on the ring, turning him invisible, and grabbed the Arkenstone quickly, right before the dragon's breath burnt him to a crisp.


Thanks for reading, readers! This chapter i just sort of poured emotion into. Please leave reviews, they are greatly appreciated!

-WingedIceWolf