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Bard sat in his mostly standing kitchen in the ruins of Dale as he listened to the news from the King Under the Mountain. He couldn't have be more relieved than he was at that moment. Bard was glad that Thorin was an honorable man who kept his word. He offered the princes a place to stay for the night stating that is was much too late and traveling to Erebor would be much safer in the morning.

Bard needed to consult with his people before deciding what action to take regarding the King's generous offer of sanctuary and protection inside the mountain. The sun was setting and the night's chill was rolling in on the wind. Winter's harsh touch was not far off and Bard hoped to be settled and rebuilding dale by then so that his people had shelter for the cold months ahead. He would have to call a meeting in the morning before the princes headed back to Erebor.

The kings offer changed things in a good way. Bard could feel the hypothetical weight of being the newly appoint leader of Laketown become a little bit less of a burden on his shoulders. He would not fear where their next meal would come from or where his children would be safe if they should indeed have to go to war now that the dragon was gone.

It was ironic really that the dragon who had been sleeping in the mountain was what kept people from attacking Laketown for fear of waking it up. Now it was gone and all that gold called to the senses of men, Ork and every foul creature in between alike. Bard feared if he were a lesser stubborn easily swayed man he too might have been enthralled by the lullaby of endless riches. In his mind however his children, his people, and their welfare came before anything else.

Erebor

The night settled as the sun went out of view finally retiring from middle earth. Fire were light so that the dwarfs and one gentle hobbit could make their way through the mountain. There was a feeling of unrest among the dwarfs of things yet to come but the company of dwarfs had faith in their kings resolved to do what was right for every party involved. The talk of the watch tower had gone so well that the dwarfs questioned why it hadn't been done before now. Thorin didn't have an answer for that but he was determined to progress beyond the false sense of security that the front gates to Erebor had gaven them.

They had learned the hard way through Smaug that even rock could be broken as easily as gold could be melted and shaped. Thorin only could hope for the best and plan for the worse. He could feel the wind carrying the smell of an impending battle upon it and had sent word ahead to his cousin in the Iron Hills to assist him in protecting the mountain and building his watchtower. When he would get here only time would tell.

Thorin hoped that the gods would grant him favor as his nephews went about their duty in the ruins of Dale and the messenger bird flew to the Iron Hills. He settled in with his fellow company men and one hobbit in a room close to the front gate of Erebor for a nights rest.

It had been decided early on that when the people of Laketown should arrive they would be near enough to open the gate and let them in. Thorin felt it deep in his gut that he was doing what needed to be done and he could slept peacefully knowing that.

Just Shy of the Misty Mountains

Azog fumed with anger his fellow orks dare not move wary of upsetting him even more. News had come a few hours earlier as the sun set of the death of the dragon and the dwarf's victory in reclaiming the mountain. The pale ork smiled a nasty smile as his brethren looked at each other in twisted hope. Someone was going to die soon for that was the only reason Azog would be smiling in such a way.

"My fellow orks as I am sure you've heard the dwarf scum have reclaimed their mountain and the dragon is died. I can tell you they won't be victorious for long. We shall take the mountain and hang their filthy bearded heads on spikes outside the gate as a warning to the rest of their kind." Azog spoke to the crowd of Ork.

A cheer rung out as Orks stomp their feet and bang their weapons upon the ground.

"We should gather ever Ork and we shall wake the worms from their slumber. For we will last waste to the kingdom of Erebor and take the riches for ourselves."

The Orks rallied at their leader's words. Soon they would be rich and kill any and all who opposed them with vigor. The poor bearded runts would even see it coming.

In the dark tunnels of a Mountain

To say the goblins were mad would be an understatement. They were out for blood and they weren't feeling very merciful. Mind you goblins never were but when a company of dwarfs kills their king they were especially furious and out for dwarf blood. It had been a few months since the dwarfs and their wizards had passed through and the unrest among the goblins had grown.

So naturally when news found its way into their dark and damp tunnels and holes of the death of the dragon and the reclaiming of Erebor it was only natural that the goblins wanted their just dues. The goblins felt that the untold riches should be theirs, after all the dwarf spawns had killed their king. The goblins would take nothing less than their heads cut off and their flesh eaten to appease the loss of their king.

No time was to be wasted as the goblins made ready with weapons. Sending world to their goblins cousins and brethren to come to arms. They would be taking Erebor and it gold for their own.

Only God Knows Where

Gandalf the Grey sighed in relief as he heard news that the company of dwarfs and one Hobbit had made it to the mountain and defeated the dragon. He had been worried when he left them a few months back to take care of something but everything had seemed to work out without him. He would still need to finish his task quickly for he had a feeling that a great war would be waged over such a bounty of riches and the strong foothold that was the mountain the held the kingdom of Erebor. Gandalf just prayed he didn't arrive too late.

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