Author's Note: Yes its been...Geez two almost three years. I do apologize IRL is killer and my job was sucking the muse out of me. Here it is though chapter five enjoy.
Chapter Five
The thud of a heavy wooden door hitting the stone wall to the room that held three kings and a hobbit vibrated in a wave of sound as Gandalf made his grand entrance. Bilbo was equal parts glad and annoyed to see the great Gray wizard. Thorin was back to his usual grumpy self and Thranduil's face was its perfect mask of indifference. Bard just looked annoyed again on not being in on the joke.
Thorin held up his hand stopping Gandalf from whatever vague monologue he was prepped to tell them.
"Please sit, he gestures to an open sit, we have to catch you up on what's been discussed."
Gandalf sat, his brain running a million ways this could have gone bad never giving an ounce of thought to the one way it could go right. Hearing the way Thorin broke away from the gold sickness and the steps being taken to prepare for the war against the forces of evil had Gandalf puffing his pipe in joy.
There was change on the horizon and whether the three kings knew it or not they were craving out a place in history for the second to last alliance between men, elves, and dwarfs. Those things however were far off from the present moment. One thing was certain Gandalf would help just enough to say he was there while actively not interfering to much with the course of history. It was a precocious balancing act being tasked as the one of the great wizards of Middle Earth.
Elsewhere the forces of all evil in Middle Earth was gathering for the siege of Erebor. Some higher up in ranks knew who was calling the shots while the lower level orcs were just elated at the chance to cause mayhem and death. The last they'd heard the dwarfs numbered thirteen and one hobbit. Taken the mountain would be an easy task.
However due to the proximity to the wood elves territory bringing a full army was just smart war tactics. To take both Erebor and kill off the wood elves who had been a thorn in their side for centuries would be the ultimate victory.
The cheers of the fowl and disgusting darkened the sky. They rallied around the inactive volcano of Mordor with cruel desires swirling like a boiling cauldron in their blackened hearts. The heavy march of their feet towards Erebor and the lands of Elf and men shaking the very ground with an ominous beat .
The old sounds of the mountain lulled the children to sleep as men ill equipped to fight a war trained under the comfort of the moon and stars. Thoughts of protecting their families and their city from invasion spurring them on, even when their muscles ached to quit.
Once the talks were done Thorin was left with his thoughts and the phantom voice of Smaug trying to tempt him to fall. If he were a lesser man …or a man to begin with this would break him. He was however a dwarf of a noble line and the son and grandson of great dwarfs. He would not let this drag him down on the cusp of a war for the ages.
He had preparations to make and men to train. Smaug's haunting presence would be put where his body was, at the bottom of the Great Black Lake.
End Note: Yes, it is a bit short, but I am getting back into the groove of writing. I have no Beta so bear with my grammar and punctuation mistakes. Grammer has been updated. More chapters to come soon. I have a new laptop so I'm determined to get this finished. I will also be working on cross posting my works on AO3 under the same user name if anyone is interested in any other works written by me.