Hello readers. Another chapter is up. I apologize for the long wait, but onto the story! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
-WingedIceWolf
WARNING!: Contains spoilers for the BOTFA
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Hobbit nor any of its characters. They belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson.
"Come on." Encouraged Bard as the people of Laketown passed by him, trekking through cold snow. "Keep going."
"Sire!" yelled a familiar voice belonging to Alfrid. "Sire!"
Bard's brown eyed gaze fell upon the man who was standing at the top of an archway waving his hands frantically. "Up here!"
The dragon-slayer quickly ran up the archway to meet with Alfrid who pointed at the mountain. "Look, sire. The braziers are lit." It was true. At the entrance of the mountain two braziers were lit brightly, orange light spreading across the stone walls as the fire crackled.
"So," Bard began, a smile crossing his lips. "The company of Thorin Oakenshield survived."
"Survived?" asked Alfrid, annoyed, as Bard started down the bridge. "You mean there's a bunch of dwarves in there with all that gold?"
"You shouldn't worry, Alfrid." Bard said softly, turning towards the man. "There's gold enough in that mountain for all."
The bowman turned to the edge of the archway, and yelled "Make camp here tonight. Find what shelter you can. Get some fires going."
"Come on hurry along now."
"Alfrid." Bard began, turning to the man who looked pretty annoyed. "You take the night watch."
"Push!" commanded the Dwarf King as the company hauled stones to the entrance. "I want this fortress made safe by sun up. This mountain was hard won. I will not see it taken again."
"The people of Laketown have nothing!" Kili said angrily, dropping his heavy cart full of stones upon the floor in protest. The sound of metal hitting stone rang through the entrance, echoing throughout the mountain.
Fili tried to stop his brother, reaching out his hand, but he knew by now that it was not the time. Thorin turned grimly to his nephew who kept his face stern. "They came to us. In need. They have lost everything!"
"Do not tell me what they have lost. I know well their hardship!" snapped Thorin, turning to the ruined town of Dale. "Those who have lived through the dragon fire should rejoice! They have much to be grateful for."
There was a short silence until Thorin turned and yelled "More stone! Bring more stone to the gate!"
"These children are starving, we need food!" said one of the survivors.
"We won't last three days." Said another.
"Bard, we don't have enough." A man stated, tending to the wounded.
"Do what you can, Percy." Bard replied, walking up the stairs to the women and children, sound of footsteps upon cold stone filling the air. "It will be alright, don't worry."
"We need more water."
"The children, the wounded, and the women come first." Bard declared, coming upon Alfrid.
"Morning, Alfrid. What news from the night watch?"
The man sat, slumped on a pillar with his arms crossed and yawned replying sleepily "All quite, sire. Not much to report. Nothing gets past me."
"Accept an army of elves it would seem." Bard objected, gazing over the wall at the large army that stood in the snow, glistening in the sunlight in their golden armor. Leading the army was the great Elven King, Thranduil upon his graceful stag. The elves stood firm, holding their weapons in a resting position.
Bard quickly rushed down the stairs to meet with the king. "My lord, Thranduil. We did not expect to see you here."
The silver haired elf turned to the bowman. "I heard you needed aid."
"You have saved us." Bard thanked respectfully, beginning to pass out the wine and food that the Elven King had brought. "I do not know how to thank you."
"Your gratitude is misplaced." Thranduil went on as Bard's smile faded. "I did not come on your behalf. I came to reclaim something of mine."
The Elf King explained the white gems of starlight that belonged to his people. He had come to return them from the mountain with force. The Elf King turned away, trotting into the entrance of Dale, army following and armor clanking as they moved.
"Wait!" yelled Bard, rushing through the army carefully. "Please, wait!"
Thranduil halted, the army continuing to march, eyes never meeting the dragon-slayer. "You will go to war over a handful of gems?"
"The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken." The Elf King responded slowly.
"We are allies in this. My people also have a claim upon the riches in that mountain. Let me speak with Thorin."
"You would try to reason with the dwarf?" Thranduil asked, cold gaze falling upon the bowman who remained standing with courage and determiniation.
"To avoid war? Yes."
There you go! There is the cliffies! Muahahahahahahahaha!
Don't kill me...
Please read and review! Sorry the story is sort of dragging, but we are coming to the good part soon.
-WingedIceWolf
