Alteran Seraphimian Aliance

by anothokuro

An action to free Arceus will bring an ancient alliance back to life. The hunt for the stars has begun. Voldemort will soon find out what true power means. And Dumbledore runs against a wall with his manipulations, as Harry frees himself from his grip and starts his true inheritance. Begins in the Pokemon universe and then changes over. Translation of the Original Story.

8. Chapter 8 - The training begins Erebor?

Chapter 8 - The training begins. Erebor?

Disclaimer: I own neither Pokémon nor Stargate or Harry Potter or High School DxD or any other copyrighted works used here. This story I write here only for my personal pleasure, written without any profit.

"Bla" speeches

Bla thinking

# Bla # Seraphim language

'Bla' telepathy

$ Bla $ Discussions with the shadow layer

/ Bla / Old Draconian

Ϩ Bla Ϩ Parsons tongue

₱ Bla ₱ Translated Pokémon language

[Bla] Pokédex entries

" Bla " Bijuu and other beings

Bla Bijuu talk to their host

"b̶̧̺̟̞̭̘̒̈̊̐l̡̙͕͚̭̠͙̼͌̐̽̽͘͜͝a̘͙͓̩͉͚̰̭̔͊͛̇͛̋̌͘" distorted voice

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A portal opened on an uninhabited island somewhere in the ocean. More precisely, a few kilometers above the island. Anoth was the last one to come through the portal, and when he realized that he had come out a few kilometers above the island, he instantly took on his beast form and unfolded his wings.

Naruto did the same. He, too, changed and unfolded his wings. Then they chased after their friends in free fall. Anoth let a few of his dragons come out of his shadow plane. Immediately afterwards, they skillfully caught each one of them and carried them on their backs.

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Not far from the island

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A small unarmed wooden merchant ship was not far off the island when the crew watched this spectacle.

"DRAGON" cried the lookout from his post high in the mast down to the deck. "DRAGONS ON THE ISLAND!"

The captain rushed to the bow of the ship and looked at the island. or more precisely, what was circling above it at the moment. Then he ran back and took over the wheel to drive around the island. And to pray that the dragons did not notice them.

When the ship entered the harbor a few days later, together with several other ships that had also passed the island, the island was known as the Dragon Island.

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On the island

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Anoth and Naruto had meanwhile landed on the beach of the island. One of the few places where there was enough space to land. Most of the island was littered with woods and palm trees. There was also a smaller mountain range on the island.

"That was something." Daphne said with relief as she stood on solid ground again.

"Again!" Harry exclaimed happily and promptly received a blow on the back of his head from Hermione, who was a little green around the nose.

"Never again." said Hermione, who was still a little sick of what she had just experienced.

"Well, what now?" Tonks asked, standing on a nearby piece of driftwood.

"Now," began Anoth, who had landed, having regained his human form, and whose dragons were again in his shadow-plane, "Let us find a beautiful spot in the interior of the island."

"What about the volcano in the center of the island?" Hermione asked, "I saw it on the way down."

"He's extinguished."

"Are you sure." asked Hermione. "There have been cases in which a volcano was considered extinguished, which then suddenly broke out again."

"I can well imagine that this mistake was made, but this one is really extinguished. Several centuries ago, an earthquake occurred that severed the magma channel that supplied magma to the volcano many miles below us it's really extinguished."

Half an hour later, they had reached a sufficiently large clearing that was fairly far in the middle of the island. And less than an hour later, the statues of eleven monstrous creatures stood in the clearing. Arranged in a circle. And they would be there for the next thousand years. Unchanged. Immobile. Indestructible. Or at least that was how it was planned.

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In the mental dimension

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Their bodies were frozen and immobile. But their minds were highly active. As for the fossilization, that was only at first glance one.

If one would observe the statues via time-lapse, then one would notice that they grew. More muscle mass was produced, etc. The petrifying effect was mainly used to protect their bodies, as they were unable to defend themselves while in this shared mental dimension.

Little by little Anoth gave them the knowledge that was in the repository of the Stardale and kept nothing back. In between, he performed exercises with them, with which they learned to control their massive forces.

Not infrequently, the forces were out of control and would have destroyed entire areas in the real world. However, because the exercises were done in a mental world, there was no harm in the real world.

Flight exercises were also on the agenda. First, of course, just learning to take off with your wings. Later then maneuvers as they are flown in combat situations.

Battle simulations against each other and then, of course, they again found themselves as captains of simulated spaceships in the fight against simulated enemies of various kinds. Including Goa'uld ships, complete invasion fleets of Goa'uld, Combine and Harvester Battleships and so much more. Anoth always made the enemy ships 50% to 100% stronger than they were in the real world. Or in the case of the Goa'uld ships even up to 400%.

That made it a lot harder than it would be in real life. In addition, the enemy fighter squadrons were faster and more maneuverable than in the real and in reality some of those had no shields or only weak ones in the simulations they all got shields.

Same with the mother ships. Some of them were larger than real and equipped with far stronger weapons and shields.

Then came simulated ground attacks on fortified positions, as well as various tactics to bring an enemy to its knees. This included the fast movement war, siege attacks and much more.

But that was just one side of the coin.

Because often you could also defeat your enemies on another type of battlefield. The battlefield of diplomacy.

And so much more that it's too much to list here.

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A little over a thousand years later.

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The Island of the Dragons was avoided by just about everyone. Until a few centuries ago, only a few corsair ships from Umbar came close to the island, which was now inhabited by the Outcasts of Middle-earth and the surviving dragons of the Ages. Among them also their leader.

Ancalagon.

She was not killed at the Battle of Angband. The Silmaril had freed her from the control of Morgoth. She could not remember how long she lay on the ruins of Angband, but she still remembered when she felt the urge to come to this island.

Even today many believe that it was Morgoth who created the dragons. The truth was different. Morgoth had never created the dragons. He had found and enslaved them and subjected them to his will.

With the fall of Angband and the banishment of Morgoth into the void, most of the dragons broke this curse and they searched for places where they could live undisturbed. Far away from elves, humans or dwarfs.

Over time, many of the dragons had learned to change their form so that they could take on human form, which greatly helped many of them and left them undiscovered.

Ancalagon herself had built a small house on the island and had lived there for several hundred years. At some point, some elven ships came to the island and settled down here. They were outcasts and those who had managed to escape the captivity of Sauron and his subordinates. Dark elves, blood elves and so-called dragon elves had settled here.

Humans had also settled on the island, and over time, a thriving community emerged on this island, which was slightly larger than the old Númenor.

On the island was also the only city in Middle-earth whose population was over two million.

Dras'kuldr.

The city of gold.

It was not only the largest city, but also the most technologically advanced of all Middle-earth.

Ancalagon was at the moment in charge of the city in the center of which were the statues. At the moment Gandalf was visiting and they were both in the center of the circular statues. Somehow, both sensed that the awakening of the great guardians was near.

The guardians.

A title that the inhabitants of the island gave to the statues.

But above all the elves, because they could feel that these statues are not real statues. But beings with enormous power. Creatures who, even in their current state, could direct the destinies of those who surround them. That's why they were technologically superior to the rest of Middle-earth.

A superiority that they could feel they would need if this world wants a chance to survive.

For Sauron set about mastering powers he never should have had.

Gandalf stood in front of the massive statue of which he knew it was not really one, and pondered something about this very interesting island.

Not even a month ago, a dragon had visited Erebor and driven the dwarves out of their Underground City, destroying the nearby city of Dale. When Gandalf told the people of the island about Smaug, most of them only laughed. For the dragons, Smaug was just a wyvern. A lesser dragon, who was after something as useless as gold, like a thieving magpie.

They would drive him out of Erebor, that would not be so difficult.

Unfortunately there was a small problem.

A passing magician had surrounded the mountain with a spell that made it impossible to get inside of it. At least for the next decades. Therefore, they were forced to wait until the spell had lost its power.

Even the creatures who called this island home were impressive. Wargs ran around freely. They were referred to here as Fenrirwargs. However, these were not a like the Wargs from Gundabad or Mordor.

They looked much more like a current wolf, but they were much larger than a Warg. With a shoulder height of up to 3.2 meters, they were massive animals. They could with ease break the neck of a simple Gundabad with a single bite.

Also, a small orc tribe had settled here. Right orcs, not those creatures that Morgoth and Sauron created. These orcs called themselves Orsimer and they hated the orcs of Sauron and Morgoth with passion. Because these creatures were an insult to any sincere orc.

Gandalf's attention was drawn back to the here and now as one of the statues began to crack and light began to shine through the cracks.

Shortly thereafter, the same happened with the other statues.

The first thing that was released was the wings of the creatures, which was because they had the strongest muscles. Shortly thereafter, the legs and claws were free and only a little later their protective wrapping had completely disappeared from them.

"Lord Anoth, it's nice you're back ." greeted him a voice that directed Anoth's attention to the figures in front of him.

"Olórin." Anoth greeted back. "The last time I saw you, you just came up to my knees, tell me, how is old Eru? "

"Based on what I've heard recently, he's fine."

"Why are you still insisting on this ugly pointed hat?" He plucked this pointed hat directly with his claws from Gandalf's head.

"Hey!" Gandalf complained and plucked his hat out of Anoth's claws. "I got it when it was sent to Middle-earth!" then he added quietly. "Besides, it's my only hat."

"Good enough." Anoth's face became serious. "Why are we here? The last time I looked, the island was uninhabited."

"That would be my fault." Ancalagon admitted, moving closer to the creature, which could crush her as if she had just hatched from the egg.

Meanwhile, the other creatures had taken the places to the right and left of Anoth. With Naruto and Harry right next to Anoth.

"And?" Anoth asked as Ancalagon did not continue.

Ancalagon began to tell how she had destroyed the Angband in the ruins of Angband, which had come to life several months after the battle. She continued to tell how the dragons retreated to the remote corners of Middle-earth, hoping to be left alone there.

Unfortunately, it was not like that. As the humans and dwarfs spread further, they inevitably stumbled over their clutches. So they were hunted again.

Finally, they felt the urge to come to this island. For now more than 1,000 years, they had no longer any problems with persecution. Here they were safe.

Then, realizing that Sauron had continued with Morgoth's experiments and the suffering was getting worse and worse, she thought she could provide an island of refuge for those who had escaped from Sauron. Which, in parallel, caused that on this island Sauron and Morgoth were hated like nowhere else, as well as all the creatures that were created by them and continued to be loyal to them.

The city gradually developed.

With the open support of research on new technologies, the city was not only the largest of Middle-earth but technologically the most developed.

Steam engines drove various things. There were cannons on the walls and the soldiers possessed revolvers and rifles. Also, mortars and the first artillery pieces were in use.

It was this technological and military superiority that kept the enemies from attacking them. In addition, they were on an island. Any attacking fleet would long be seen by them in advance. Also, the whole coast was monitored and secured with fortresses. So fast nobody came to this island unnoticed.

The last ones that tried it was a fleet from Umbar. However, it ran into a fleet of several warships from the Dragon Island on their way. Against four frigates, two battleships and a dreadnought only a fraction of the fleet of Umbar reached the coast. Where they were then wiped out by the army. That was more than 100 years ago.

Here Anoth interrupted. "What ships are we talking about here?"

"The ships that dealed with the Umbar fleet?"

"Yes, exactly them."

"The frigates are about 50 meters long, have three masts and two decks, armed with 50 cannons and two mortars and fire barrels, their sides are protected by metal plates and they have steam engines.

"The battleships are about the same, except that they are 80m long and have three decks, they are armed with 120 cannons, 4 mortars, 8 forward-looking guns and fire barrels.

"The dreadnoughts are the biggest, but we only have two of them, each 120m long, with four masts and five decks and 200 cannons, and like the liners, an additional steam engine.

"Then there are many smaller ships." Ancalagon finished. "Did not you want to ask something else, Gandalf?"

"Yes." confirmed Gandalf. "A dragon recently attacked Erebor, a dwarf city."

"None of us." Ancalagon interjected. "All dragons are accounted for."

"What type of dragon?" Anoth knew from experience that many tended to merge the various types of dragons into one, calling them kites.

Gandalf just looked at him questioningly.

"Did he walk on two or four legs, did he use his wings as a second pair of legs, was he more serpentine or did he have a different physique, was it a he or is it a she?

"The name of the dragon is Smaug and he is male and he was walking on two legs with his wings as forelegs."

"A wyvern, then." Anoth muttered. "But why would a male wyvern attack a dwarf city?"

"Erebor has a huge pot of gold in his treasury." Gandalf answers with a tone that clearly states that he considered it the reason why Erebor had been attacked.

"That makes no sense." Anoth said thoughtfully. "Was gold found outside the gates of Erebor, or in front of the mountain or its entrance?"

"As far as I know, not."

"That does not fit." Anoth mumbled thoughtfully.

"Can you explain?"

"Only a female wyvern would be interested in gold, but only because it shines." Explained Ancalagon, "And even a Greater Wyvern is not stupid enough to attack a city, they all know that if they do that, they're as good as dead.

"A female wyvern is attracted to things that shine, it does not necessarily have to be gold, shiny metal would do too, they scatter that in front of the entrance to their burrows to attract a male. " Anoth added.

"And I do not think the treasure was lying around outside so it was seen from there." Hermione added.

"No, the treasure was deep inside Erebor." confirmed Gandalf.

"What do you think?" Kuroka asked.

"That the dragon is just a tool and someone deliberately send him to Erebor." Anoth answered. "The question is, why, and who has the means to command a dragon?"

"Only very few." muttered Gandalf. "And I hope you're wrong, if not ..."

"Sauron." Ancalagon growled.

"Yes."

"Morgoth's little snot nosed apprentice?" Anoth asked. "Was he not killed at the Battle of the Last Alliance in Mordor?"

"His body yes, but not his ring." replied Gandalf. "Isildur had the ring in his hands at that time, but instead of destroying it, he took it for himself, and Isildur was later killed in an ambush where the ring fell into the river, 2,500 years later it was found by the creature Gollum and where he is now nobody knows. As long as this ring exists, so does Sauron. "

"An soul anchor, then." Concept Anoth. "And as an apprentice to Morgoth, of course, he also knows how to subdue dragons to let them do what he wants them to do."

"But why would he order a dragon to attack the Erebor?" Daphne asked.

"The rings of power." Gandalf understood now. "He's after the Ring of the Dwarfs, the last of the seven, so he gets to it more easily and with it he would get his strength back faster."

"The rings of power?" Anoth asked.

"Sauron forged twenty rings at the time." Sauron explained. "Three for the elves, seven for the dwarves, and nine for the human kings, but the last one he kept for himself. Sauron made the last ring for only one reason. To enslave all other rings."

"So he could enslave the people." Anoth understood

"However, he managed to enslave only the new leaders of the humans, they are now the Nazgûl, his ring wraiths. "

"Interesting." said Anoth. "I think we'll delay our further history lesson, so how about you show us the city Ancalagon?"

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Seventy years later.

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Dras'kuldr was as beautiful as ever. And with the takeover of power by Anoth, the city had even gained in beauty. At the moment, Ancalagon was sitting on the throne as steward, while Anoth and the other traveled all over Middle Earth.

Anoth was mostly traveling with Harry and Kuroka.

On his travels he also came to the realms of the elves. The first elven kingdom he visited was the house of Elrond in Rivendell. What struck him first was that there were no children. Everywhere else he saw children. With the dwarves, with the humans as well as with the hobbits. Only not with the elves.

As he discussed this issue with Elrond, he learned that the birth rates in all elven kingdoms had been declining for a long time. The last child was born several hundred years ago. Since then, there was no more offspring. And that was not for the lack of trying. The strange thing was that it was only when elf and elf teamed up. They could get no offspring no matter what they did. If an elf teamed up with another breed, they would have offspring.

That was a puzzle that was entirely to Anoth's liking.

So he spent the first two years in Rivendell and examined this phenomenon. Finally he found the reason behind it. It was a curse. Anchored in the ring Elrond wore on his hand. The reason nobody had noticed was that the curse was very weak and took centuries before it had its full strength.

Anoth needed a good two months to fully understand the curse in its full extent and develop a counter curse. Although Harry and Kuroka helped diligently.

Whatever Sauron had done there. It was good work. So much he had to give Sauron.

Eventually, however, they had cracked the curse and Elrond had invited Thranduil and Galadriel to come to Rivendell.

After a brief explanation, they also checked the rings Galadriel and Thranduil carried with them and they were not a bit surprised when they found the same curse on their rings aswell. As a result, the curse was also removed on the two rings and instead another spell was spoken on them, which lifted the impact of Sauron's curse on the population.

It took scarcely two years before all three Elven kingdoms could welcome several newborn Elflings in their midst. This sometimes prevented an elf from leaving for the Gray Havens. because for the first time in several hundred years their numbers grew again. A reason to celebrate for all the Elven kingdoms.

A few years later, in the year 2799 of the third age, Anoth, this time with Naruto, Tonks, and Yugito, were near the east gates of Moria in the valley of Azanulbizar, or Nanduhirion in Sindarin, for having heard rumors, that the dwarfs from the iron mountains wanted to reclaim Moria.

They were watching the battle as it took place there.

"Should we get involved?" Yugito asked.

"Let's wait a bit, see who leads them?" Anoth asked.

"Yes, over there, on the rocks!" Tonks shouted, pointing to the rock. There a Dwarf and what looked like an Albino Orc were fighting against each other.

Anoth grinned.

Anyone who had ever heard the roar of a seraphim never forgets that. And so it was not surprising that the battle suddenly came to a standstill when they heard not only one roar, but four.

Their roars echoed from the nearby forest, where all eyes were now turned to. The dwarves with hope and the orcs with fear and terror. Then all four broke out of the forest. They were led by a seraphim more than twice the size of the other three. He had a shoulder height of a good eight meters while the others came to just under four feet.

With a tremendous leap, all four leaped across the ranks of the dwarves and landed in the middle of the ranks of the orcs, where they immediately began to send each orc that came too close to them to hell. In pieces.

Their razor-sharp claws easily cut through the orcs' simple metal armor. Others were trampled from them, and again others had the misfortune to come within reach of their scorpion claws, which literally cut them to pieces.

Others were grabbed by their tentacles and thrown around like a piece of garbage. Others were impaled by them and then thrown into more orcs.

The dwarves watched as swords, axes, and arrows just bounced off them without causing any damage.

Thorin, who was watching them, could only describe it one way. War machines. And they fought on their side. With this thought in mind, he threw himself into battle again. Followed by the other dwarves who struck their enemies with renewed energy.

The sense of time was completely lost in most fights. So here too. Anoth had no idea how much time had gone by as he slaughtered one orc after the other, but as the ranks of the orcs dissolved, his implants told him that he had sent nearly 3,000 orcs into the afterlife.

The others' counters said that there orc kill count was lying between 2,100 and 2,600 each. So they had eliminated a good 11,000 orcs together. They now looked accordingly. Somewhere in the course of the battle, they had all changed to their human form. And they were now all bathed in Orcblood. Large parts of their bodies were covered with this black sticky substance.

"I need a bath." Tonks said as she came over to Anoth, who had just severed the head from an injured orc with his sword.

Anoth laughed. "We all need that."

"Lord Anoth, good that you could join us, even if your help comes unexpected." Thorin said as he came over and bowed to Anoth. "But it came in the right time."

"We heard rumors, so we were around here, Thorin son of Thráin son of Thrór."

"Then I should go back to the rumor mill, right?" Thorin grinned. The battle had been far better than they had supposed. If the seraphim did not turn up when they had appeared, it would have resulted in total destruction for both sides. Nevertheless, they had to give up the attack on Moria itself. they were too few to protect Moria. Unfortunately. Maybe it was better that way. The answer to that can only show the time. Then he remembered something else.

"Have you seen Thráin?" Thorin asked. "My father has led an attack on the Shadow Bay Gate, but we have not heard from him since."

"No." Yugito answered him. "I was at the Shadow Bay Gate, but he was not among the dead there, but the strange thing was that I could feel the signature of his ring and could follow it to the edge of the battlefield, unfortunately the track is blurring there." she shrugged her shoulders. "I cannot say what happened to him."

"I was hoping you knew more." Thorin sounded downcast. "Do you think he's still alive?"

"Let's say it like this." Anoth answered. "It's within the realm of possibility."

"I hope you are right."

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Many years later

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Anoth, along with everyone else was near Rivendell. They were on a plain dotted with rocks. Remains of a glacier that disappeared a long time ago.

They held a meeting there to share the results they had gathered in their explorations in the remotest corners of Middle-earth. Including Mordor and the old fortress, which was only used by orcs at that time, Barad-dûr.

In fact, Fuu found ancient scriptures written in the language of Mordor. The inhabitants of Middle-earth did not like the black language of Mordor at all. For the Seraphim, it was just one language among many and a means of communication.

Naruto had been to the ruins of Angband and had been able to retrieve ancient writings there as well.

Kuroka had looked around in the capital of the ruined kingdom of Angmar and had also found something. There were many of the most interesting writings. After all, Angmar had been the witch king's old home. And here in Carn Dûm had been his seat of power.

Writings about the most different spells. Veiling spells, control spells on various Middle-earth pets, wards and so much more.

Yugito had sneaked into Gundabad and had recovered writings that she had found in that mountain fortress. She had come across so much data and knowledge that the other people had simply ignored. A true gold mine of knowledge long forgotten.

Harry had gone to Dol-Guldur but had not entered the ruins. Something was going on there and that had stopped him from entering the ruins. In parallel, he felt that something was going on in the forest. He could feel traces of necromancy in the air. That was the reason why they were here now.

"Necromancy, you say?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I could feel the forest being deprived of power, and all the energy being channeled to Dol-Guldur, and I saw hundreds of dead animals, none of them showing any injuries or the like I also talked to the big spiders of the forest, they were complaining that they are finding less and less to eat so they are wandering in the direction of the woodland elves to find something to eat, something is going on there. "

"Did they notice you?"

"No." Harry answered. "They did not see me at all. What does someone need so much life energy for?"

"I only know one answer." Anoth's expression had darkened significantly. "To create an army, but for what?"

"The Lonely Mountain." Yugito mumbled.

"The mountain cannot be entered by anyone, why would anyone raise an army for it?" Naruto asked.

"For the gold?" suspected Tonks.

"That must be over 10,000 tons of gold, jewelry and gems down there." Anoth shook her head. "It would take years to transport it off, not to mention that gold would be worthless if it were to be spent by all."

"What if they're after the mountain itself?" Neville asked. "It's near Gundabad, and Dol-Guldur is not too far away either."

"And it would be an ideal position to rekindle the lost kingdom of Angmar." Daphne added.

"It can be." Anoth agreed. "Wait a minute, I remember something, I ran into a band of robbers two days ago, they had this with them." With these words he reached under his leather armor, which he was currently wearing in his human form, and pulled out a leathery rag and showed it to them.

"So they want Thorin Oakenshield?" Harry asked as he read the text on the shred.

"Thorin, did we not meet him at the battle for Moria, the Thorin?"

"I think so, yes." Anoth replied after a moment's thought. "But I think he's now known as Thorin Oakenshield."

More discussion was stopped as the most curious sled of all of Middle-earth raced at high speed over the hill. It was pulled by rabbits.

The Seraphim did not need to guess who the sled belonged to. All over Middle-earth there was only one person who used such a sled.

"Radagast." all mumbled at the same time.

"Where does he want to go ?!" Hermione asked, watching as Radagast headed for a small forest. He was shouting something incomprehensible all the way.

"Shall we follow him?" Yugito asked.

"Yes, there is something going on there." Anoth answered. "I've never seen him that way."

Within a short time they had set out and now followed Radagast at high speed.

A few minutes later they reached the edge of a small grove in the Radagast with his sled disappeared.

Only a short time later, Anoth and the others had also reached the grove. What they found, however, made Anoth raise his eyebrows. It was Gandalf, who was accompanied by 13 dwarfs and a hobbit.

They had not noticed their presence when Anoth raised his voice.

"Olórin, I did not expect you here."

The first reaction of the Dwarfs and the others was to direct their weapons at him, only to lower them shortly thereafter when Thorin ordered them to. The veterans of the Battle of Moria recognized him very quickly and knew what he was capable of doing. Even a few of his companions were quickly recognized by them. Meanwhile, the group of Anoth was known everywhere among the dwarves.

"Lord Anoth, that's a surprise!" Gandalf shouted happily, causing the two of them to hug each other briefly. The same happened just seconds later with Radagast and Thorin the leader of the dwarves.

"What's going on Radagast? You're racing across the plain as if the entire underworld was after you."

"I found something." Radagast replied, indicating Anoth's approach. Gandalf came over, because Anoth was just arriving when Radagast also wanted to show him his find.

When Anoth carefully opened the leathery cloth he immediately realized that it was a weapon. Shortly afterwards, he also realized what it was, and even worse, who it once belonged to.

It was a Morgul blade. And not some blade. A name had been engraved on the blade. Er Murazor. It was the blade of the Witch King himself. Anoth's expression turned suddenly serious.

"Naruto, grab Yugito, Fuu, Hermione, and Tonks and head straight to Rhudaur and check out the tombs of the nine!"

Naruto nodded, walked over to the other four, and seconds later they were on their way.

More entertainment was stopped when they heard a howl.

"What are they? Wolves?" the hobbit asked.

"No." Anoth answered. "Wargs, leave that to me."

"Why?" Thorin asked a little suspiciously.

"Because the wargs are my creation and they will recognize me, even in their defaced form." was Anoth's brief answer.

Immediately afterward, the wargs broke through the undergrowth, only to skid to a stop as Anoth called out something that sounded like a bark to the others. Even if none of them understood what he had called, with the exception of Radagast and Anoth's apprentices, the Wargs had understood it very well, and as soon as they had come to a standstill, they lay down.

"I am the Wargpatriarch, so effectively the king of the Wargs, the wargmatriarchs answer to me, and with them their packs, and there is only one patriarch." Anoth walked over to the two lying wargs and put his hand on their foreheads.

The result was instantly visible as the two changed. They grew bigger and much fluffier. They soon resembled more bigger wolves than what they looked like before.

As soon as the transformation was complete, the two Wargladys thanked him by slurping Anoth's face. "And now these two belong to my personal pack." Anoth stroked the two. "Nevertheless, we should disappear, about 20 more are approaching us and they are being ridden by orcs."

"What's happening?" Thorin asked.

"Who else but your clan did you tell about these plans?" Gandalf asked, this question sounding more like a command demanding an answer.

"Nobody." Thorin replied.

"Who knows ?!"

I swear it! What in Durin's name is going on here? "

"Somebody put a bounty on your head Thorin, you're being hunted." was Anoth's surprisingly calm response.

"We have to get out of here." Dwalin stated.

"We cannot! We do not have ponies anymore! They've gone through!" came the call from one of the other dwarfs.

"I will lure them away!" said Radagast.

"These are Gundabad Wargs! They will catch up with you!" warned Gandalf.

"And these are Rhosgobel rabbits, they are welcome to try it." was Radagast's answer to Gandalf's warning.

"Lure them to the open plains and once we get there, we'll take care of the riders and I get some new pack members. " Anoth agreed.

"What do you think?" Harry asked.

"A round of high-speed combat."

"They have no chance." Daphne was happy. That was her favorite discipline.

Shortly thereafter, Radagast shot on his sled out from the undergrowth, closely followed by Anoth's group, which to the naked eye were little more than blurry afterimages as they took intercepting positions in the field.

Now they only had to wait until Radagast had led the orcs directly into the midst of the hornet's nest.

Unknowingly, the orcs entered this hornet's nest barely a minute later.

Then everything went very fast.

One thing had all orcs in common in the end.

They were dead before they could understand what was happening to them.

Only the Wargs remained untouched.

And, much to Anoth's annoyance, once again they were all females.

"You know," Harry began, "some would be happy about it, your own harem."

"If they all want just one thing at the same time, then you talk differently, I promise you that. " was Anoth's answer before he went over to the cowering wargs and began breaking the curse on them.

He had just cleared the last Warg of the curse, and once again had his face licked when a group of riders approached. However, when they discovered the presence of Anoth's people, they stopped at some distance.

Anoth did not have time for the elves until several minutes later when he finally managed to break away from the wargs, who had thanked him for the dissolution of their curse in much the same way as the other two already did.

"Sit!" was the command when Anoth finally managed to stand. What he got to see made Anoth shoot several photos.

There they sat and lay. 20 Wargs. The back row had sat down while the front had laid down on their stomachs.

And they all pretended they could not tarnish any water.

The only thing missing was the halo of a saint.

Devil horns, however, would fit better in Anoth's opinion.

Shortly afterwards, one of the arrived riders came to a standstill right next to him.

"Elrond, I should have guessed that this does not escape you, especially since we are so close to Imladris."

"Our scouts have discovered the orcs, but not you."

After a short chat the two separated again. Elrond returned to Imladris. Anoth would follow him later, as soon as he settled things here.

It should be about three hours before he had taken all the Wargs as shadows, It was surprising to see how quickly they all learned to change shape. Now he had twenty Anthromorphic Warg girls running around on his shadow plane, curiously examining everything they found there.

They enjoyed the chance of a fresh start. From the orcs of Middle-earth, they had learned only one thing. Cruelty and obeying their riders unconditionally. Otherwise, they learned only that disobeying means pain. Boredom was the order of the day. This inevitably led to tension among themselves, which then discharged in the form of fighting against each other.

With Anoth, they learned very quickly that their curiosity was not only promoted but also expected to a degree by Anoth. They had so much catching up to do, which they would never have been able to do among the orcs.

Including how good it felt to be scratched and not to run around with disheveled fur.

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Sometime later

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Anoth had followed the path that Elrond had taken, simply because it was better than the Cave Passage.

A short time later, they had a clear view of Imladris that was right below them.

"I always like to see that." Harry said.

"Yes, it is always nice to be here." confirmed Anoth. "Let's go." Anoth gave a quick whistle and the two Wargs in there animal forms, who were out at the moment, came running up to him and were just ahead of him.

The elves who sent guard first raised their bows when they saw the Wargs but then lowered them when they saw who was accompanying them. It was also obvious that these wargs looked different than the normal Wargs. Somehow healthier.

A few minutes later, they reached the yard just behind the bridge.

There they were already expected by Lindir. He was a confidant of Lord Elrond.

"Lindir, nice to see you." Anoth greeted him. "Sit!" he ordered the two wargs, who lay directly on the ground. "Where is Elrond?"

"He's holding a feast with the dwarfs."

"With the dwarfs, does he know what he's getting into?" Harry asked.

"He still hopes that they have changed." Was Lindir's answer. That got him several raised eyebrows, which made Lindir shrug helplessly. Not my fault.

"Well, that'll be fun." Anoth muttered. "Take us to them."

A short time later, they were at the festival.

"Green stuff is not exactly your taste what?" Anoth asked amused, when he saw how the dwarfs were poking into their food.

"Lord Anoth!" sounded a joyous Thorin.

"Do you have something better than this green stuff?" came the question from one of the other dwarfs.

"Oh, I have that." Anoth answered. "Harry's work."

With that, all eyes were on Anoth. Harry's cooking was now widely known. He was the best chef of Middle Earth. Better even than the cooks of the elves, who regularly asked him for recipes.

Moments later, Anoth's Warg girls came in their human form to them. Between them they carried several large trays laden with steaming and deliciously smelling food. Anoth still could not believe how quickly they had learned to adopt this form.

Less than two hours later, all the dwarfs were completely fed and had retired to sleep.

"As I said Elrond, when the dwarfs are full of meat and mead, they do not make trouble any more, but lie down to sleep."

Elrond sighed at Anoth's comment. "Somehow I still have not learned this lesson."

"But you are learning." laughed Anoth

It was not until the next evening when Gandalf and Thorin came to talk about why they were here. Elrond and Anoth were present too.

Thorin handed the card to Anoth, who was holding it and examining it. Thorin still did not fully trust the elves. The Seraphim for that matter was something else entirely. Gandalf suspected a hidden text on the map and as it turned out, he was right.

"Cirth ithil." Anoth murmured as he held the map at an angle to the moonlight that fell into the room.

"Moon runes." Gandalf explained.

"Right, Elrond, we need your reading stone."

A short time later, they were on their way there.

"The special feature of moon runes is that they can only be read when several factors are right, these runes were written in the light of a rising moon at the summer solstice over 200 years ago and we are lucky. The same Moon shines tonight. "

Then they stood by the stone and Anoth laid the map on the crystal table, which focused the light of the moon and then directed upward. And right enough, the runes became legible on the paper.

"Stand by the gray stone when the throttle hits and the setting sun falls on the keyhole with the last light of Durin's day."

Anoth thought for a moment. "Nice trick." Anoth mumbled amused. "The last light from Durin's day does not come directly from the sun but from the moon, it is reflected by the moon, which means the light of the moon will show you the way."

"Durin's day?" asked Bilbo.

"The first day of the New Year of the Dwarfs." Explained Gandalf. "When the last autumn moon and the first winter sun are together in the sky."

"Bad news." Thorin's worried voice sounded. "Summer is running out, Durin's day will be here soon."

Now Balin intervened. "We still have time."

"Time for what?" asked Bilbo.

"Finding the entrance." Balin continued, pointing at Bilbo in silence. "We have to be in exactly at the right place, at the right time, then, and only then, the door can be opened."

"So that's your intention." Elrond's voice sounded. "You want to go into the mountain." Obviously he was not enthusiastic about what the dwarfs were up to.

"And if it were so?" Thorin asked him.

"Some would not consider as wise." Elrond replied.

"Are you concerned about the wyvern sitting down there in the mountain?" Anoth asked.

"Wyvern?" Elrond asked, a little surprised.

"A male wyvern has settled there, but they are a weak subspecies of dragons. The behavior of these wyvern is very strange, wyvern are attracted to shiny things, that's undeniable, but it's the females that collect the shiny things and then spread them out in front of their nest or cave to attract a male, not the other way around, and the wyvern are not stupid, they know that if they attack an intelligent species, they will only be in trouble. Therefore, they avoid such settlements, the only thing they do is to steal shiny metal or similar if they get away with it unseen. "

"I did not mean that, but that's still interesting and worrying." Elrond said. "Because if I understand correctly, does anyone have the dragon ..."

"Quite right, we just do not know for sure who it was and for what. "

In the days that followed, the Seraphim were eager to keep the Dwarves busy so they would not mess around too much.

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A few days later

Day of the meeting of the White Council

Late evening hours

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Gandalf and Elrond were on their way to the council meeting place while arguing if it was wise to enter the mountain. Especially in the face of the story of Thorin's family. Thráin and Thrór both succumbed to a disease that made gold the most important thing in the world for them. There was reason to believe that the same disease had also affected Thorin. Although it gave no real evidence for that theory.

Anoth, who was already sitting high on one of the pillars at the meeting place, heard only fragments of the conversation. Then they came up the stairs.

"Thorin is not accountable to anyone." Gandalf argued. "By the way, I too am not. "

"You do not have to answer to me." Elrond replied calmly, pointing forward. Gandalf followed the hand and saw what Elrond had pointed out.

"Lady Galadriel." Gandalf bowed.

"Mithrandir." Galadriel greeted him back and the two exchanged a few words for Elf.

"I had no idea that Mr. Elrond sent for you."

"He does not have that either, but me." another voice replied.

"Saruman." Gandalf said as he recognized the speaker.

"You are quite busy my friend."

Shortly thereafter, the session of the Council began.

Anoth sat on his pillar and listened to them as they talked. When Elrond declared that they were living in peace for more than 400 years, Anoth interfered.

"Peace?!" his voice thundered through the council. "You are blind!" Anoth jumped down from his pillar, dropping his cover. "The four most powerful beings of Middle-earth are gathered here and you are all blind!"

"The sword that Gandalf put on the table is not from a bygone age, the magic that lies on the Morgul weapon is eating away a weapon within 20 years, this weapon is more recent." Anoth explained. "You should feel it, take off the blinders and feel the magic of the weapon."

Everyone stared at Anoth. Were they really that blind?

When they did exactly what Anoth wanted them to do, they had no choice but to agree with Anoth. The weapon was forged only a few years ago. Radagast had not hallucinated.

"Only the nine have such weapons." Galadriel stated.

"And that's why one of my students is now on his way to their tomb. "

"But the tombs are sealed, there are powerful spells on them, they cannot be opened."

"At least not from the outside." Anoth replied to Elrond's thrown in argument. "The spells prevent someone from breaking in. Not that someone breaks out, those who buried them in those tombs never expected them to ever be resurrected, but they forgot a detail, their souls are bound to Sauron. As long as he and his ring exists, they too exist, and destroying them is next to impossible. " Anoth closed his eyes for a moment. Then he opened them again with the words: "They have arrived."

Saruman opened his mouth to ask a question, but closed it again when a large hovering ball appeared in front of him, showing the face of Naruto.

"Naruto, I let the council see what you see with your eyes, understand?" Anoth asked.

"I understand." This changed the picture on the ball to that of a hilly landscape with many bare rocky turns. "I'm at the very beginning of the stairs to the tomb of the nine, then let's take a look. "

Naruto's gaze swung around and now they could see the staircase that ran along a perfectly flat vertical rock wall. The staircase itself consisted of stone slabs embedded in the stone. Some of them were broken over time. But most were still intact. Shortly thereafter, Naruto stood at the entrance to the tombs.

"The grille at the entrance has been broken open - from the inside, it looks like the broken pieces are all rusty - judging from the degree of rusting, it's been several years since that happened." They could see Naruto's hand stroking the side of the wall. "The runes look like they are burned out, Hermione?"

Naruto walked into the open doorway as Hermione moved in, glancing at the runes herself.

"They were not burned out, they exploded, there was a cascading failure as the metal of the grid broke, the runes were designed so that no one could enter the tomb, but they did not stop something from breaking out of the grave. "

"We'll look further inside." Naruto answered back and walked the short corridor. For a short while he slid into the slippery downhill tunnel, stopping the slide by slamming his claws into the rock to the right and left of him. "Careful, the way is damn slippery." He called to the others. "I now see a deep shaft at the edge of which there is a path, I also see the first burial chamber, and it too looks like someone has broken out from the inside, judging by the grid, and the runes around the tomb are the same as at the entrance. I'm now entering the chamber itself. " They could clearly see the grid and also the edge of the burial chamber, because the seraphim have a very good night vision. Even in the deepest dark. "The sarcophagus is destroyed."Naruto realized as he glimpsed the ruined sarcophagus. "And it is empty." Naruto turned and looked down into the shaft. This time he created a light source, which he used like a flashlight, shining down into the shaft. "They are all open, all nine." he finally said as he saw the other open grave chambers lying deeper in the shaft.

"Thanks Naruto, I saw enough, stop there and come to Imladris." ordered Anoth.

"We'll stop here and set off, see you then. " With that, Anoth ended the connection and the ball disappeared.

Saruman sat at the table, his head in his hands. And he had turned chalk pale. The others fared no better. Galadriel had sat down on one of the stone benches. just like Elrond did.

"Judging by your behavior, you know what that means." said Anoth who was the only one still standing.

"Sauron is back." Saruman finally said in a small voice.

"Never mind, Sauron was never really gone, as long as his ring exists, so does he, and he has found ways and means to rebuild his power without the ring."

The others were silent.

"The condition of the woods from Mirkwood are no coincidence, the plants and animals are deprived of life energy and all this energy is gathered in Dol-Guldur, Sauron sets up an army and his eyes rest on the Erebor. " Anoth explained. "When Erebor falls, Sauron takes control of the entire north of Middle-earth.

"War is coming."

"Can we attack Dol-Guldur?"

"At the moment, no." Anoth answered. "My Shadows have told me that very strong wards have been pulled up around Dol-Guldur to prevent anyone from going in or out, very few can enter and leave Dol-Guldur at the moment. Sauron has to drop those wards so he can send his army out. Only then will he be vulnerable. He cannot these wards very fast. They take years to load to full strength."

"Could you not just tear down the wards?"

"If I could do that, then I would have already done so, but the wards are so constructed that if I knocked them down an explosion would take place that would destroy half of Middle Earth, we cannot get to him right now. "

"But we can attack him when he sends his armies off, and to do that he has to drop his wards, as I said before, because he wants the Erebor because there is something in it that he wants, so we'll take care of that the dwarves succeed in their mission, and we drive the dragon out of the Erebor, and as soon as Sauron learns about it, he will have his armies march to Erebor, and that opens us a passage to attack that useless filth. "

The discussion went on for a few more minutes, but it was clear to everyone present that the Erebor had secondary priority only. The main focus was on Sauron. Sauron posed a far greater danger than a single wyvern.

If the dwarves got the mountain back, good. If not, not too bad. But Sauron was not allowed to have the mountain at all. They all agreed on that point.

And if the dwarves got back the mountain, they would defend it with their own forces. Anoth would bet on that, otherwise he would eat the mountain in person.

Just then Lindir came to them.

"Mr. Elrond, the dwarfs, they are gone."

"And so it begins." Anoth muttered.

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Several days later

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Anoth just flew over the ground as he approached a village in his Beast form. Or rather what was left of it. No sooner had he reached the edge of the village than a wide stream of fire shot out of his mouth, which instantly set fire to a strip over 100 meters wide below him, as well as the creatures limping through the village. Next to him Naruto and Neville did the same. Harry and Daphne flew circles above their heads, watching the village from above. The rest had taken positions around the village and prevented anyone from escaping.

A few minutes later, they landed several hundred yards from the village, which was now almost completely ashes.

"That was the second village in less than four days." growled Neville who had sat on a stone and was back in his human form. just like the others.

"And we still have no idea where they are coming from?" Tonks asked.

"No, every necromancer we found made suicide." Harry answered. "We have to find their damn base if we want these attacks to stop."

"It's easier said than done, at least this time we saved a few dozen villagers from death." Anoth said.

"At least a little bit of positive in this whole crap." said Luna.

Anoth spread out a map in front of him on the ground, which he marked with a circle and then an X in the middle for the destruction of the village. On the map itself were several smaller crosses marking smaller groups of undead that had been destroyed, as well as the marker for another ruined village. What attracted their attention, they were all relatively close together.

"One thing I noticed about the undead, more than 80% of them are elves. " said Anoth. "And here," he pointed to a point on the map that was only a good 10km from their current position. "There was a great battle a long time ago." The location of the place also matched the marked points on the map. Because they were all around this point.

"Yes, but they should only be skeletons after that much time had passed. The battle took place over 200 years ago." Hermione pointed out.

"Not necessarily." Anoth replied. "The battle took place on this plain, at that time it was grassland with only a few trees, but today it is a wetland."

"And the elves bury their dead in the earth." Tonks muttered.

"Precisely, the landslide that dammed the river and turned the area into a bog took place just months after the battle."

"I think we found them." Harry confirmed. That bog is a wet dream of every necromancer. " He got up. "Let's make sure that this was the last village they destroyed."

Shortly thereafter, each of them was back in their beast forms and were heading straight for the old battlefield.

As they approached, each of them could feel the presence of spells aimed at keeping the curious away from the place. When they were finally over the area, they could feel protective spells, if not very strong ones. As well as large amounts of necromantic magic.

They had found them.

"Found you, you degenerated assholes." Anoth growled and went into a dive. In the dive he fired from his mouth a powerful ray of energy on the barrier of protective magic. The protective spell held for less than a second before collapsing. The beam shot through to the ground, where a massive explosion erased everything within a radius of 100 yards.

Anoth turned back to human form and crashed into the middle of the area cleared by the explosion. No sooner had he landed than the others landed right next to him and the ground combat began.

The necromancers responded by sending their undead minions forward. However, these were little more than a nuisance to Anoth's group.

The fight itself, if it could be described as such, lasted only thirty minutes. After that, all the necromancers and undead were destroyed.

"Good riddance." Harry said as he put away his sword again. "We only to disinfect the whole area, then we're through here."

"Will you do that?" Anoth asked.

"With pleasure."

The disinfection was basically very simple. A highly magical fire was unleashed on the area which destroyed everything in this area. The remnants of the undead, the bodies of the necromancers as well as all not yet awakened corpses were thereby destroyed. As well as the remnants of the necromantic energies. Here would no necromancer be able to make a base again so quickly.

Now, a few hours later, they looked down at the former bog. The fire had destroyed everything and the bog will probably become a new lake in the next few years. There was no sign of the necromancers' former base.

Mission accomplished.

They were about to leave when a moth landed on the middle of Anoth's nose.

He was about to scare her away when he realized that it was not a normal moth sitting on his nose. She had a message. And not a good one.

"What is it?" Hermione asked as the moth lifted from Anoth's nose and circled around the group.

"Gandalf is in trouble." That was all they needed to hear. "Lead us."

It took only a few minutes before they reached the cliffs where Gandalf and the rest of the group were stuck.

And it did not look good.

Gandalf and the dwarves were sitting on a tree that had fallen over and was now threateningly over the cliff. Only the roots of the tree still held the tree up there, but that would not last forever.

Fires blazed on the cliff, keeping Azog and his wargs at bay. No doubt. That was Gandalf's work.

Then Anoth spotted something that immediately had his interest. He immediately landed in his human form right between Azog and the wounded Thorin lying on the ground. That he landed on another orc and crushed him was just a nice bonus.

"Azog." Anoth growled as he got up. "I cannot say that I'm pleased to see your ugly pale visage again." Then Anoth noticed what Azog was doing. "But it looks like I have to thank you, if only for your arrogance or stupidity or both."

The next thing Azog felt was a fist in his stomach as he was send flying from his Warg in a high arc and slammed very roughly against the rock face. Right after, the other orcs attacked Anoth just to find there end through Anoth's sword or claws.

Some of the orcs tried to move their wargs to attack only to find that the wargs did not obey their orders any longer or to be grabbed by any of the flying creatures, only to fall into the depths right afterwards.

Eventually, the surviving orcs fled as fast as they could. They could not hope to win this fight, especially since the Eagles had arrived. Among the orcs who were fleeing was also Azog.

"Gwaihir, nice to see you." Anoth greeted the big eagle who had landed next to him while he was just looking at the white Wargmatriarch who looked at him a little anxiously. Because she knew he could kill her in seconds if he wanted it.

Then she felt Anoth place his hand on her forehead. Immediately afterwards, an energy pulse rushed through her body and she could sense how senses came back to her that she remembered darkly when she was a little puppy.

When the transformation was complete, she thanked him just as so many had done before her. Anoth got an involuntary facial wash.

Anoth could hear Gwaihir behind him giving him the eagle equivalent of a giggle.

"Yes, yes, laugh it up, you old feather duster." Anoth growled as he wiped the spit out of his face. Said Warg had lain down beside him and was just panting. However, you could see her in the eyes how amused she was.

"Hey!" Gwaihir complained. "If somebody's old here, that's you!"

Gwaihir and Anoth stared at each other for a moment, as if they were going to fight each other, but then both laughed. And hugged themselves shortly thereafter, with Anoth disappearing under Gwaihir's wings.

"The last time I saw you, you had just taken control of the Eagles."

"And I am not welcomed?" a voice came from behind Anoth.

"Landroval!" Anoth greeted him and hugged him shortly thereafter. "I see you two understand each other again."

"Do you still remember that?" Landroval asked in disbelief. "The dispute was thousands of years ago, we've been reconciled for a long time."

"I see you were faster than us." Gwaihir said to come to the topic.

"We were the closest, why did Gandalf contact you too?"

"Yes, he has." confirmed Landroval. "I was on the hunt when his moth reached me, I immediately notified my brother and we left immediately, not fast enough as it seems."

They talked for a few minutes, then Gandalf came over.

The dwarfs needed a way down the mountain and Gwaihir agreed to take them to Carrock. That would save them several days marching.

Meanwhile, Anoth would first take care of the new Wargs for his pack and then destroy Goblin City. So they could make sure that these creatures would no longer pose a threat to anyone in this region.

Thorin was back on his feet in the meantime, thanking Hermione for the help he really needed. Because for a time he thought that he would never see his former home again and that the whole project had been a really stupid idea.

However, he was not very excited about flying. He was a dwarf. And dwarfs loved the ground under their feet. However, he also had to keep in mind that the section where they were now was very difficult to pass and would cost them at least a week to overcome it. With the eagles they came to Carrock in less than an hour.

If he then calculated the fact in that he was under time pressure, the decision was not difficult.

And so they set off a short time later with the eagles on the way.

Meanwhile, Anoth and his group took the opposite direction. Back in the direction of Goblin City.

There they were already expected by a few hundred goblins who had taken the exit through which Gandalf and Co. had fled from them just minutes before.

The sight of so many ... practice targets made the Seraphim grin.

The goblins were not very big. Most came just over 1.3m. They wore no armor and their weapons were more scrap than anything else. The only advantage they had over Anoth's group was their sheer number.

Kuroka licked her claws. Finally something to do.

Naruto had taken out two kunai. he doubted he would need more.

Harry decided to cast spells. Just like Neville, Daphne, Tonks and Hermione.

Yugito and Fu had drawn their swords.

Anoth had turned his hands into dragon claws.

Only Luna was off-ground and would give them clues from a bird's eye view. her abilities allowed her to look through the rock into the interior of the mountain. Also, she would kill those goblins who are trying to escape from the mountain. For if they escaped from them, they would become a serious danger to the nearby settlements. That was not allowed to happen.

In order to cover additional territory, she had also released her shadows, which together with her now encircled the area.

Seconds later, the fight was in full swing. Lightning, fireballs, ice storms and various other destructive spells thundered down into the goblin horde. Chain lightning sprang from one target to the next, destroying several dozen at once. That was only possible because the goblins were so close to each other.

Then the melee hit the goblin horde and the slaughter began. None of the goblins could really harm them and so the huge horde of over 1,000 goblins was completely destroyed in just a few minutes.

But those were only the ones who came outside. in the mountain were much more.

However, he now got a very interesting message from Luna. Their shadows had found and sealed all other entrances. There was only one way in and out.

Anoth's eyes met Harry's and both grinned. Luna's work would spare them a fight underground.

Hellfire.

That's the name of the solution.

As soon as they reached the one remaining entrance, they released the destructive fire. It would destroy everything that was still down there, and as soon as there was nothing down there, it would automatically go out. It could not be extinguished by any other means.

But just to be on the safe side, they also sealed this last entrance by letting it collapse in on itself.

What they had not noticed was that while they were still dealing with the dwarves, a creature had rushed out of the mountain and disappeared.

"So much for Goblin City." said Kuroka, who now appeared next to Anoth.

"Yes, there is no danger coming from them any longer." Harry agreed. "Horrible creatures."

"Then we'll clean up." Anoth brought her back here and now.

Several hours passed before all the dead goblins, wargs and orcs had been thrown together and finally set on fire. This also applied to several dozen of them who were lying at the foot of the mountain below.

By then it was dark and the whole group had made themselves comfortable under a large ledge.

"What do you think," Tonks asked. "Where will we see the dwarfs again?"

"Esgaroth." Anoth responded after a moment's thought. "It's close to the mountain and they can get all the supplies they need."

"The human city?" Hermione asked. "Is not the woodland kingdom nearer?"

"I doubt that Thranduil will help the Dwarves." Anoth answered. "Especially when you look at his story with the dragons, he still wears the scars of those days on his face."

I did not think about that at the moment. " Hermione agreed. "Then Esgaroth, but do they not have a prophecy?"

"What prophecy?"

"I think I remember." said Luna.

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" The Lord of Silver Fountains,

the King of Carven Stone,

the King Beneath the Mountain,

shall come into his own.

.

And the bells shall ring in gladness,

at the Mountain King's return,

But all shall fail in sadness,

and the Lake will shine and burn."

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"Smaug." Anoth summed up the prophecy in a single word.

"Sure, of course." Neville agreed. "When the dwarves conquer the mountain, they chase the dragon out, and he will take revenge on what lies next, and that would be Esgaroth."

"But that does not need to necessarily happen, we can intercept the dragon easily before he can reach Esgaroth, and maybe Anoth's theory turns out to be right, and there's a lot more behind this dragon." Luna intervened.

"So we'll go to Esgaroth and wait there for the dwarfs." summed Anoth.

The others agreed.

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A few days later.

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Anoth's group had made themselves comfortable near the ruins of Old Esgaroth. The city was a human city even then. However, it was abandoned several hundred years ago when the level of the lake rose and the city was flooded and sank for the most part into the waters of the lake.

At that time the population moved to the newly founded city of Dale. Which was only a few kilometers from there. And now the people were back at the lake. Or rather on the lake.

New Esgaroth was a wooden town built in the middle of the lake. That made it nearly unreachable for a ground attack. But also had many disadvantages. The permanent dampness as a example.

Kuroka was sitting on the edge of the river, washing her face as she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

"What the-?" she wondered. "Are these ... barrels?"

The first barrels they saw were empty. But the following ones were definitely loaded. With a rather unusual cargo.

"Now dwarfs are already delivered in barrels." she muttered. " She turned around putting two fingers in her mouth and whistled once aloud.

Seconds later, the others were with her and helped the dwarves ashore.

"You have chosen a very unusual means of transportation there." commented Anoth as he grabbed Thorin and Bilbo with his hands and effortlessly lifted them ashore. The rest was freed from their barrels by the others.

Kili had just been heaved ashore by Kuroka when she noticed the arrow wound. "Hermione!" called her. "He is wounded!"

Hermione came to her and Kuroka put Kili on a rock. A look at the pulled out arrowhead was enough. The smell also spoke volumes. "This is a Morgul arrow, Anoth!"

Anoth was shortly after with Kili and looked at the wound itself.

"How long have you had this?" asked he. When Kili did not answer, Anoth asked again. This time with much more pressure behind it. "How long?" he demanded.

"About an hour." Kili finally answers.

"Good." said Anoth. "It is not too old yet." Anoth reached into his pocket and took out two vials and a bowl. Then he uncorked the two vials and poured their contents into the bowl, mixing them together. The two liquids, previously almost transparent, mixed into a tough grayish mass.

"That will hurt now." Anoth warned. But there was no time for Kili to say something, as he brushed the gray paste on the wound that had been cleaned by Kuroka and Hermione in the meantime. Kili gritted his teeth as Anoth stroked the paste on the wound. "The paste will extract the poison that is still in the wound and drink this." Anoth handed Kili a vial of reddish liquid. "It will neutralize the poison that has already spread throughout your body."

Kili looked at the phial in one hand for a while, only to drink it and grimace at the taste.

"I know, it does not taste very good, but it helps." Anoth answered, taking the empty vial again. "The paste will discolor and harden over the next few hours and eventually just fall off, but before it does that, it'll have pulled all the poison out of the wound, and the contents of the vial will have destroyed the poison that was in your body. Do not be surprised if your urine has a strange color the next time you urinate. " Anoth was still bandaging his leg, then he was done. Because before one could heal the wound the poison must go out. Before that was healing unthinkable.

But then they were interrupted.

Not by orcs and such, but by a single archer who had appeared. The arrow aimed straight at the group. That caused Anoth's people to only raise their eyebrows then they proceeded with completely ignoring him. He could not harm them with a simple iron arrow.

So too did Anoth. He simple went over to the river and washed the remains of the mixture from his hand with which he had just supplied Kili.

"If you fire this arrow, your head will roll to the ground before your arrow hits." Anoth said in a tone as if he was talking about the weather. "Who are you and what do you want?" Anoth asked while he washed himself.

The archer lowered his bow. He sensed that this threat was not an empty one and that he was able to implement it. "My name is Bard, I'm here to collect the barrels."

Anoth had risen again and turned to face him. "Bard, hmm, the name seems familiar to me, was your ancestor a certain Girion, the Lord of Dale?"

"My great-grandfather." confirmed Bard Anoth's guess.

The descendant of the rightful King of Dale is now a simple bargeman. Thought Anoth. "I knew your father, a good man, someone who deserved my respect." Anoth's eyes fell on the moored boat not far from them. "I assume that's your boat there?" Anoth asked. "Ah, and here is someone who is happy to see you again."

Next to Anoth appeared a woman with eleven fox tails and raven hair with two fox ears on her head. Her name was Ahri. She was the chief instructor on Anoth's Shadow Plain for all Canine Shadowbeasts. And she had been traveling with Anoth for many millions of years.

At the beginning she was a simple nine-tailed vixen. A Kyuubi. Now she was one of Anoth's most powerful and ancient shadows. She had at the time when Anoth had found her the misfortune almost leased to herself.

In her home dimension, she had attacked a highly dangerous demon who was about to wipe out all life. She had defeated him, but she had been seriously injured in this fight, and the demon had one last laugh before he was reduced to dust. He opened a portal and threw her through just before he died.

She found herself in a dimension where all supernatural beings were relentlessly hunted. And to make matters worse, much of her power did not work in this dimension. She only had her physical powers to rely on.

When Anoth found her, she was pursued by several groups of hunters who had tracked her down after years of cat and mouse play. They had just cornered her when Anoth appeared. Within seconds, the tide turned and the hunters were the hunted and only seconds later they all were facing their Creator.

Ahri herself had been wounded in the fighting before it. When Anoth introduced himself she realized what he was. And when he openly asked her if she wanted to become one of his shadows, she said yes. She had nothing left to lose. Only to win.

She never regretted that decision.

She saw things and could do things that others could only dream about. It has always been interesting to immerse yourself in the story of a completely different world. Sometimes they intervened. Sometimes they were just there to visit and learn. Other times they only need to give some pointers to get the desired effect.

Ahri looked at Bard. "Do you recognize me?" she finally asked.

Bard blinked as he looked at Ahri. Then he thought he remembered her. "... Aunt Ahwi?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes, that's what you called me back then." confirmed Ahri grinning. "Four years. Yes, you were four back then. Your mother had just brought you to bed but you did not want to stop crying. At some point, when your mother looked why you were no longer screaming she found out that you had vanished from the bed. I still do not know how you did it without me noticing, but you somehow snuck on my tails and slept there. "

"The best place to sleep I've ever had." Bard replied as the two hugged.

"How are you, married already?" Ahri asked curiously.

"I have three children, but unfortunately my wife has been very ill lately and nobody can help her."

"If you do not mind, let's take a look." offered Ahri. An offer which Bard gladly accepted.

After a brief agreement was clarified that the dwarves could come with him to Esgaroth. But only if they helped him to load the barrels.

Less than half an hour later, they were on their way.

"What are those ruins?" asked Bilbo.

"This is Old Esgaroth." answers Anoth, who had made himself comfortable on the railing. "The city was abandoned when the lake level rose, and what stands out from the water is the remains of the Royal Palace, the highest point from Old Esgaroth."

"Then most of the city is ..."

"Submerged in the waters of the lake and now deep beneath us. Up to 70m below us in fact, the people of Old Esgaroth founded Dale." Anoth continued. "Irony of history, from the lake to a hill and back to the lake, to which you never really wanted to return, actually, even in the middle of the lake. In Fact New Esgaroth stands on one of the old hills that surrounded Old Esgaroth."

"Anoth is right, the city was actually built on one of the old hills." confirmed Bard.

The dwarfs talked to each other about what they thought of Bard. Only their conversation was largely ignored by the Seraphim. Then in the middle of the lake Bard came to them and told the dwarfs that they would have to go into the barrels because there were guards up front.

Anoth's people did not need to hide. They were more than well known and they were treated with respect. So Anoth and Bard got together walked from the boat onto the wet footbridge that the fisher used to load there catch on bigger boats. Shortly thereafter, the barrels were filled with freshly caught and gutted fish, which Anoth's people would divide among themselves as soon as they were in town. At the moment it was mainly serving to hide the dwarfs in the barrels.

A short time later they had reached the toll gate.

There they were received a short time later by the customs officer.

"Halt!" You could clearly hear his good mood. "Papers please." then he realized who was steering the boat. "It's you Bard, and Lord Anoth, Lord Harry, the whole group is here, Welcome to Esgaroth."

"Nice to see you, too, Peridur." Harry greeted the customs officer.

"Morning Peridur." Bard greeted him.

"What to sign up?"

"Nothing, I'm just frozen and tired and want to go home." Bard replied.

"Then you are like me." The customs official said and went directly to his room and signed Bard's note that Bard had previously given him. "All right, everything's fine."

But before Bard could take the note another hand reached for it.

"Not so hasty." spoke the added person. "Delivery of empty barrels from the woodland kingdom." he read from the note. "Only they are not-"

"Hello Alfrid." Said a quite pleased Harry. Which made sure that said person froze and became quite pale. "How nice you that are already here, that saves me the time looking for you." Harry had risen to face Alfrid. "I hope for you, this is to pay for the debts that are still open to me. Ah, and I see Braga is also here."

The now named captain of the guard of Esgaroth took a step back and had to swallow. "So where is my pay?"

"Lord Harry, we um ..." Alfrid began.

"Yes?"

"We um ..."

They could see how Harry was getting angry. "Where. Is. My. Pay?" he growled. "Speech!"

"A- a-so w- w-we-"

"TALK! NOT SPLUTTER!" Harry shouted so loud that it could be heard at the other end of town.

"The mayor has ..." Alfrid tried to explain himself and yet he did not get beyond three words.

Harry's patience with these two jokers came to an end.

"Five months ago, you three idiot whistles, Alfrid, Braga and the mayor, gave me an offer for me to get rid of the river pirates, and you wanted to pay 5,000 coins when I did that, then you asked me for three months so that your trade relations get going again, after these three months you have asked for another month then another one, now it's been five months. " Harry's gaze and voice became as cold as death itself. "You'll have to pay me tomorrow at noon, if you cannot get it done, you'll find three new posts with your skulls on a spit at the beginning of the bridge."

Alfrid and Braga could only nod.

"And now out of my sight, I will not see you again until you pay me." Harry growled angrily.

They could not run away fast enough. They completely forgot about the fish.

"Did they really still not pay you?" the customs officer asked in disbelief.

"No, they still have not Peridur." Harry confirmed. "And my patience with these three idiots is running out."

"I know that our mayor is a greedy bastard, but I did not think he was stupid." muttered Peridur, opening the customs gate. Then he nodded to Bard, who now steered his boat into the city. Harry had jumped back onto the boat.

A short time later, they docked in the city and the dwarves climbed out of their fish-filled barrels.

"There are too many guards on the way, we will never reach your house undetected the normal way." Ahri told Bard, who wanted to lead the dwarfs to his house in the beginning. Then there was the fact that Bard had heard from his son that his house was being watched. "I hope you can swim." she told Thorin, who acknowledged that with a nod. "Good." With that Ahri jumped into the water. "Just follow me."

Bard, Anoth and the rest took the path across the pier. But not before they split the fish and gave away another part to the people of the town. The fish they split under themselves was directly thrown into their respective storage dimension under a stasis spell to keep the fish fresh.

The way to the house was easy to find, and for the people watching Bard... Conspicuously inconspicuous, was a pretty good description for them.

And so it was no wonder to anyone of the group when Bard took an apple and tossed it to the two observers, who were sitting in their boat and were trying to look a bit too inconspicuous, with the words that he was done for today and they tell that to the Mayor.

As soon as they were in the house Anoth gave Ahri the signal that they could come out of the water. They used the toilet as an entry point because it was invisible from three sides of the house and it was on the other side of the side the observers were still watching.

A short time later, the dwarfs were in the house. It was thanks to a spell from Ahri that once they left the water, they were dry again and did not look like doused poodles.

With now a good thirty people in the house it was a bit tight. But for one night they could manage.

Meanwhile, Anoth had entered the room where Bard's wife was lying in her bed. After a first examination, it was clear that she had a high fever and Anoth did not like her breathing. Anoth removed the blanket and outerwear and put his hand directly on her chest. So he could directly remove all the mucus that had accumulated in their lungs. But this solution brought only temporary relief. If he did not cure the illness, those respiratory problems would be back in a few hours.

He contacted his potions brewer on Shadow Plane. Unfortunately, she did not have the potions they needed, but she had everything she needed for this potion. Anoth needed the stronger versions of the standard potions. For, as he discovered, she had been sick for quite a while and now she had caught several illnesses at the same time.

Luckily, the needed potions were all brewed relatively quickly, so just under an hour later he had all of them together.

And now, an hour later, you could tell she was getting better by the minute. The potions were helping. Above all, the immune system booster had helped a lot.

Several more hours passed before Anoth left her room. By then it was dark and the others had spread out somewhere in the house and slept. Only Bard was still awake down at the table.

Bard looked up as he heard Anoth come down the stairs.

"How is she doing?" asked he.

"Better." Anoth answered a bard who was visibly relieved. "Significantly better." Barely had Anoth pronounced Bard was already up the stairs to be with his wife. Anoth sat down on the now vacant chair and began to doze a little.

The next morning came quickly and Anoth was awakened by the smell of fresh food. After stretching, he got up and went to where the food was prepared.

"Did something happen yesterday while I took care of Bard's wife?" he asked Ahri when he noticed her at the stove.

"Only that Thorin insisted on plundering the city's armory."

"Tell me, please, that you talked him out of the idea."

"I have." confirmed Ahri, who got a ready-baked bread out of the oven. "Instead, I persuaded him to wait until noon when Harry will take his pay or take Alfrid and the mayors head. Which should be interesting."

"I agree." said Anoth. "You finish the fish?"

"Why not?" Ahri explained. "Would not it be a pity if it turns bad, you know, so it has something good, that at the moment the temperature outside is -22 ° C. The fish is still fresh."

It was not long before the rest came to them and they all had breakfast together.

After breakfast, Anoth inspected Kili's wound again. The paste had fallen off during the night and the traces of the poison had been removed. Closing the wound was a trifle and shortly thereafter Kili was able to enjoy good health again. Hermione picked up the remains of the now rock-hard paste and threw them into the fire. That was the best way to dispose of these leftovers. They contained a highly dangerous poison.

However, Kili was pretty weak at the moment and will probably not be able to join Thorin, who wants to leave for the mountain today.

Although Kili did not like that, he would like to come along. However, that was still better than being dead.

Noon came quickly and Harry made his way, this time also accompanied by the dwarfs and the others, on the direct way to the town hall. The fact that he was going ahead and did not look happy, as well as the fact that the small group of guards who had tried to stop them only to take an involuntary flight out of the city made them head over the path with almost no problem.

"MAYOR!" Harry roared. "THE TIME HAS EXPIRED!" There was no external reaction. "EITHER YOU ARE COMING TO US OR I WILL BE COMING TO YOU. WHERE IS MY PAYMENT!"

Harry knew that the mayor as well as Alfrid and Braga were in the building. However, none of the three did come outside.

"As you wish." Harry growled. "Time for a home visit."

Harry marched over to the two large double doors of the house. "Knock Knock." he said, slamming his fist into the door. The blow was so strong that both doors were torn from their hinges and flew into the house. Harry growled as he realized that nobody was downstairs. A quick search with the aura view revealed that the three wanted had hidden over him, probably in the mayor's office.

A stairway climb later, including four other destroyed doors, made sure that Alfrid and Braga lay unconscious on the floor and the mayor, held by Harry at his ankle, hovered over the main square.

"I hope for you that you have a very good explanation for why you do not pay me even five months after the job, even though the treasury is about to burst."

What Harry said there was to be heard by everyone. And nobody was surprised. Everyone knew how greedy the mayor was. Just as everyone knew that Lord Harry had not been paid, so they were just waiting for the mayor to pay the bill.

"I-I- can explain that." stammered the dangling mayor.

"So you want to explain why you do not keep to your part of your own contracts ... Oh ... I'm all ears."

"So I uh-"

"-am too greedy to pay my contractors?"

When no answer came, Harry shook him slightly.

"W-w- We thought you would not come back and we could save ourselves the money." He finally admitted.

"Well, that's fine, we'll do the following: You pay me the 5,000 coins I'm entitled to and then you put something on top. "

"And what?"

"Weapons, for my dwarven friends."

"I cannot just-"

Harry released him briefly, only to catch him again immediately.

"Agreed."

"Nice that we could agree." Shortly thereafter, the mayor found himself swimming in the water. "Do not try to deceive us again." he heard the furious snarling as he was fished out of the water by the soldiers. Braga and Alfrid, still lying on the floor, were simply ignored by Harry. They just were not worth his attention.

A short time later, Harry had received his money from a still dripping wet mayor, who was furious at being wet but relieved that his head was still where it belonged. While Braga gave weapons to the dwarves. Meanwhile, Alfrid had discretely faded into the background so as not to attract any attention.

Less than an hour later Thorin was accompanied by Bilbo, Balin, Dwalin and a few more dwarves on their way to the mountain. Harry, Neville, Anoth, Kuroka, Yugito, Naruto and Fuu followed shortly thereafter, after saying goodbye to Bard. Hermione, Tonks, Daphne and Luna, however, stayed behind with the rest of the dwarves.

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The Lonely Mountain

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At the foot of the mountain, Anoth's group and Thorins met, searching for the entrance. In the end it was Bilbo who found the hidden staircase leading up to the door.

Once at the top they just needed to wait.

When the moon appeared in the night sky, exactly what Anoth had prophesied occurred. It was not the direct light of the sun that would show the keyhole. But the light from the moon.

Thorin hesitated to put the key in the lock. But then he did it anyway and after he had turned the key everyone heard how the lock of the door was reversed. A strong push against the door and she swung open.

"Bilbo and I will go in together Harry, you and the others are best placed on the raven mountain." If the dragon escapes from the mountain he must not reach Esgaroth, even if you have to kill him to make sure of that. "

Harry nodded and led the others on the spot to the old observation post on Ravenhill. from there they were in the best position to intercept the kite if necessary.

Meanwhile, Bilbo and Anoth sneaked into the mountain.

The first thing they had to find out was if the Wyvern was still in the mountain at all. Anoth's nose confirmed that only seconds later.

Then there was the little thing with the Arkenstone.

Balin had described it as a big white gem that they would recognize when they see it.

A look into the treasury told both of them that it would not be so easy.

"That must be 200 or 300,000 tons of gold and precious stones - several thousand cubic meters of material, that could take some time."

"A big white gemstone." muttered Bilbo. "Very helpful."

"A more detailed description could not have hurt." Anoth agreed. "Well then let's look for the proverbial needle in a haystack."

Basically, the Arkenstone would have been easy to find. Alone in its nature. It was a so called Ley-Line stone. There was only one small problem.

The whole Lonely Mountain stood on a Ley-Line Nexus. As a result, the mountain was flooded with the energy. This effectively made the stone invisible.

So only the old-fashioned way remained.

At the same time, the energy provided that Anoth would only be able to feel the presence of the Dragon or Wyvern when he was only a few feet away.

Anoth and Bilbo had been examining the chamber for over two hours. Bilbo at a corner. Anoth at another.

Bilbo pulled some gold thing out of the pile and set off an avalanche. That alone would not have been that bad. This gold avalanche would not have revealed a big dragon's eye under it.

Bilbo had not found the jewel.

But Smaug.

The sound of falling gold coins and a low growl made Anoth look in Bilbo's direction.

"Great." he muttered. "At least we found you."

Anoth knew he had to drive him out to defeat the Wyvern. There was simply not enough room here under the mountain for an open fight. In addition, Smaug was taller than Anoth expected.

He had to have a shoulder height of almost 20 meters. and a body length, above all, of nearly one hundred meters.

A wyvern of this size under the mountain to fight all-out would only cause the mountain to collapse over them.

And the dwarfs would certainly not like it when he would make the lonely mountain to the lonely gravel hill.

So he had to get out in the fresh air.

Anyway.

By now, Smaug had found Bilbo and Anoth had crept closer to listen and casually plan on getting the wyvern out of the mountain without destroying it completely.

"There you are, thief in the shadows." Smaug hardly said how he had seen how Bilbo had taken off the ring that had made him invisible.

"I did not mean to steal from you, oh Smaug you immeasurably ... wealthy." said Bilbo, flattering Smaug's ego by the way. "I just wanted to make sure of your glory to see if you're really as tall as the old stories tell, I did not believe it."

This had the effect that Smaug immediately went to a place nearby, where he could flaunt his whole body. "And do you believe it now?"

"Truly, all the songs and legends are far behind your monstrosity, oh Smaug you immeasurable."

"Do you think flattery will save your life?"

"No no." Bilbo had become very queasy now.

"No, indeed." confirmed Smaug. "You seem to know my name but I cannot remember being smelled by someone like you, who are you and where are you from?" Smaug approached closer and closer to Bilbo who stood there rooted at the moment. "If I may ask."

It was just then that Bilbo saw the Arkenstone lying in a heap of gold. As Balin had said. He would recognize it when he sees it. Anoth had noticed Bilbo's strange behavior and had discovered the Arkenstone shortly thereafter.

Only at the moment neither of them could grasp it.

"I uh ... I come from under the hill." Bilbo answered, squinting in the direction of the Arkenstone again and again.

"Under the hill?"

"Yes and my way has also led me over and under the mountains." confirmed Bilbo. "And through the air, too, I am the walking Invisible."

"Impressively." It sounded Smaug not really as if he would be impressed. Or rather, Smaug did not really believe what Bilbo was telling him. Although Bilbo was not lying. "What else do you claim to be?" Smaug's mouth was now less than a meter from Bilbo.

"A lucky charm." Bilbo waved his hand in front of his face. He stared not only in the middle of the mouth of the Wyvern he got his not just nice-smelling breath. "Puzzle solver."

"My dearest, go on."

"Barrel rider." Bilbo counted.

"Barrels?" Smaug sounded a little surprised. "That is interesting." Smaug had now gone a little more at a distance. "And what about your little dwarf friends?"

Damn it. Anoth thought. He must have smelled them.

"Where are they hiding?" Smaug continued.

"Dwarf friends? No - no dwarfs are not here." Bilbo denied. "You misunderstood that."

Technically, he is right. They are waiting outside the mountain. Anoth thought. Here in the mountain are none. At least no living. Anoth had found some bones of them.

"I do not think so, barrel rider, they sent you to leave the dangerous work to you as they sneak around out there!"

"Truly you are mistaken, oh Smaug the most venerable and horrific of all catastrophes."

Anoth just barely managed to stop snorting. A wyvern could never take on a dragon.

"You have good manners for a thief and a LIAR!" Apparently, Smaug did not believe him. "I know the smell and the taste of dwarfs, I know nothing BETTER! It's the GOLD! You're attracted to treasures like flies of dead meat!" Smaug was on the move. Unfortunately, he also ensures that the Arkenstone fell further down the Gold Hill. "Do you THINK I DID NOT KNOW THAT THAT DAY WAS COMING ?!" A pack of hypocritical dwarfs crawled back to the mountain ?! " Bilbo ran behind the rolling Arkenstone while Smaug knocked over one of the pillars causing a minor earthquake.

Anoth was sure that the inhabitants of the seaside city had to feel these shocks.

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In Esgaroth

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"What was that?" one of the dwarves asked.

"Smaug." Hermione replied. "He's awake."

"The city must be cleared immediately, if Harry and the others cannot stop it, this city will burn!" Luna warned, turning to Bard.

"And where?" That was a good question. "We cannot go anywhere."

"Will we die?" asked one of Bard's children. more precisely, the youngest of the two girls.

"No we will not." She immediately appeased her mother.

"Then let's hope that they will succeed."

"And if they fail?" Kili asked.

In response, Bard reached for the ceiling and pulled out the last of the black arrows. The only weapon capable of killing a dragon.

"Then I will kill him first."

"Let's hope we do not have to use it." Daphne said.

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treasury

Erebor

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"The king under the mountain is dead!" Smaug continued. "I took his throne and fed on his people like a wolf among sheep."

All the while, Bilbo darted after the tumbling Arkenstone.

"I kill where I want and when I want." boasted Smaug. "My skin is like iron!" Smaug sailed down the hill and came to a stone building, or whatever it was half buried as it was in the gold, to a halt. just below him was Bilbo. Together with the Arkenstone. "No blade can penetrate me!"

Don't be so sure of yourself, you little worm. Thought Anoth.

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Esgaroth.

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Bard, meanwhile, sneaked through the city with the black arrow in his hand. he was accompanied by his son and Tonks.

"Come on." Bard said after looking around the corner.

"A black arrow!" his son Bain whispered. "Why did you never tell me that?"

"Because you did not have to know." was Bard's answer.

A short time later, they were near the tower which carried the dwarven wind lance at the top. Bard was just about to explain to his son what he should do since they were discovered by the guards.

"Damn it." cussed Tonks. "Go on, I'll stop them."

"But-"

"Do not discuss, hide yourself." Bard and Bain watched as they did just that. "Is there a problem Braga." Tonks asked as she stepped out of the shadows right next to him.

"LL-Lady Tonks!" Braga shouted in surprise as he came to a stop in front of her. "We- er ... we were following a criminal, yes, we saw a criminal and wanted to arrest him."

"Is that so?" Tonks asked. "Why, then, did you call for the guards to arrest Bard, who did nothing to justify an arrested. Or wants the mayor just take revenge on him? "

"Well uh ..." Braga sigh. He was caught. Excuses no longer helped him here. "Yes, the mayor ordered his arrest."

"Now we want to attack innocent people, is that so?" Tonk's voice became darker and clearly hostile. "Tell the mayor that if he even tickles Bard his life is forfeit, just like the life of any guard who dares to arrest him, Bard is under our protection. Is that understandable enough for you unicellulars? "

Braga did not know what a unicellular was. But the threat was clear enough. And he had no doubt that she would implement them.

"Yes, we understand." With that he and his men walked away. But not without first blowing off the search for Bard. With the protection of the Seraphim, Bard had become untouchable for them.

Bard and Bain emerged behind her from a dark niche.

"You did not have to do that." said Bard, who was also grateful for what she had just done.

"Nonsense." Tonks said. "We have more important things to worry about than the ailing ego of the mayor." With that she pointed to the tower. "Then let's go up there."

"What if he takes on Sigrid, Tilda and my wife?" Bard worried.

"Daphne, Hermione and Luna will never allow that, but if he does that, then he has signed his own death warrant."

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The dwarfs

Outside the side door

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"Where is Bilbo?" the youngest of the dwarves asked Ori anxiously. They could see the flames from their point. Or at least the light of them.

"We'll leave him some time." Thorin replied.

"Time? For what? To be killed?" Balin checked.

"You are afraid." accused Thorin. And Balin had no problem admitting that he was right.

"Yes, I'm afraid." confirmed Balin. But then he approached Thorin and pointed at him. "I fear for you, this treasure has fallen ill with an illness that has driven your grandfather to madness."

"I am not my grandfather." Thorin denied. But he could not deny that the gold attracted him. And that was what worried him internally. He did not want to succumb to the same illness that had driven his grandfather crazy.

"You are not yourself." accused Balin. "The Thorin I know would not hesitate to go in and-"

"I do not risk this venture for the life of a thief." Thorin interrupted him.

"Bilbo." corrected Balin. "His name is Bilbo."

Thorin grabbed his head. He could feel the illness slowly taking him over. And that worried him more and more. Maybe this whole venture was not such a good idea.

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treasury

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"It's Oakenshield." Smaug kept venting his anger. He's sent you, he wants the Arkenstone, is he not? The filthy dwarf and the usurper." Smaug sounded a little bit crazy as he said the last sentence.

"No no." Bilbo denied while trying to reach just that. "I do not know what you're talking about."

"Do not try to deny it!" Smaug did not believe him. "I guessed his bad intentions long ago, but that is meaningless, Oakenshield's undertaking will fail, the darkness is breaking in. It is invading every corner of the country." he literally hissed out the last word.

Anoth could feel it, too. The wards of Dol-Guldur had fallen. His armies marched now.

At the same time Tonks, Hermione, Luna and Daphne felt it too. As well as every other Seraphim.

"Thief who walks in the shadows. You are nothing more than a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield weighed the value of your life and considered it worthless. "

"No, no, you lie!"

"What did he promise you, a share of the treasure, as if it belonged to him, I will not part with any coin, not a piece of it!"

Bilbo tried to get to the Arkenstone but Smaug had noticed him and sent him with his tail down from the pile of gold. Once at the bottom, Bilbo, slightly dazed but otherwise unhurt, was lying on a stone pillar.

"My teeth are swords My claws are spears My wing beat is a whirlwind!" Smaug came closer and closer, posing a bit to back up his claims. However, something else became visible.

Pretty arrogant. thought Anoth, who was now in position.

Bilbo had also discovered it. Smaug had a missing scale. Exactly where the legend said it would be missing. Girion had not failed. He really only needed one more arrow to kill Smaug.

"So it's true." whispered Bilbo. "The black arrow has found its target." Smaug must have heard him.

"What did you say?"

Bilbo had jumped up and was now running backwards from Smaug.

"I just said that the call is in front of you, oh Smaug the more tyrannical, no one's coming to you."

I have to leave him one thing. He is well-spoken. Anoth thought. The place is getting big enough. If I want to fight him then I need to do it here.

Then Bilbo noticed that he was standing next to the Arkenstone just next to him on the ground. Smaug had seen him, too.

"It almost tempts me to let you, if only to see how Oakenshield suffers, to see how it destroys him, to see how it infects his heart and drives him insane, but rather not, our little game ends here."

"Then you certainly do not mind playing with me, you meager little wannabe dragon!" Anoth's voice rang out, immediately attracting Smaug's attention.

Bilbo took the opportunity to put on the ring, to grab the Arkenstone and disappear as quickly as possible.

"Who are you who dares to challenge me?" Smaug shouted angrily. Instead of answering him, Smaug suddenly felt a mouth close around his neck and he flew around. A battle dragon against Wyvern had flared up.

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Esgaroth

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It was not only possible to feel the tremors of the mountain in Esgaroth, but also to hear that a massive fight had broken out in the mountain.

Bard, Bain, and Tonks sat on top of the tower, watching the mountain with concern. They could do nothing but wait.

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Bard's house

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Hermione had prevented Sigrid from going outside. Hermione Daphne and Luna felt orcs approaching them.

"What is it?" Kili asked.

"Orcs." was Daphne's answer. "They come over the roof."

"Under the table with you." Hermione ordered as she drew two daggers instead of her sword. In the cramped conditions of a house, these were simply the better weapons.

They did not have to wait long until the first orc appeared in the door just to be greeted by a stab in the throat.

More orcs burst through the roof and were killed in quick succession either by Anoth's apprentices or by the Dwarfs.

Then they got unexpected support.

An elf had appeared where the front door had once been and immediately began slaughtering the orcs around her.

Another elf came through one of the holes left by the orcs and then joined the fight.

The fight was over quickly. It did not even last two minutes. The orcs had not expected such fierce resistance. Also, the goal they were aiming for (Thorin) was not there.

As soon as they realized that, the orcs retreated again.

"Tauriel." Luna said as she recognized the female elf. "And Legolas, what brings you both here?"

"Sigrid, Tilda are you two all right?" Hermione asked the two girls under the table. They only nodded. They were physically unhurt but had a shock. "And what about you Begilda?"

"I am unhurt." Shortly afterwards, Bard's wife answered after sitting down on the stairs.

"They were after Thorin." growled Daphne.

"Yes." Confirmed Luna. "That was pretty clear."

Legolas, meanwhile, had left the house again, chasing after the fleeing orcs.

"We followed the orcs." Tauriel finally answered Luna's question. "They attacked us by the river, where is Kili?"

"Over here." came Kili's voice, which was a little out of breath from the previous fight and the aftermath poison that still lingered. A short time later, the two hugged.

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Erebor

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Thorin, meanwhile, could not stand it outside and so he stormed down the narrow corridor and into the mountain. He was closely followed by the other dwarfs. He came to rest on the edge of the massive treasury and saw Bilbo approaching him.

Thorin just wanted to ask him about the whereabouts of Arkenstone when they were both forced to jump aside. Anoth's massive tail thundered just above their heads, destroying a part of the stairs where they had just come from.

"Persistent worm." Anoth growled as he stood up again.

"You will burn!" came the angry roar from Smaug who immediately followed his words with actions and fired a flaming wall at Anoth.

"I think not!" Anoth did not even try to dodge it. Instead, he opened his massive mouth and sucked in Smaug's flames.

"You cannot beat me with fire, worm!" Immediately afterwards the two started to fight again with teeth and claws. The dwarves, however, were forced to flee. Thorin was not so lucky, because his cloak had caught fire. Luckily only the cape and that was easy to strip off.

A few minutes later, the Erebor had calmed down. The battle sounds between the two giants were silent for the moment.

"Anoth killed Smaug well." one of the dwarves said.

"No. We would have known if he was." Thorin replied. What he didn't*t know at that time was that a part of the structure over one of the many shafts had caved in under Anoth and cut him of from Smaug for a while.

"Where to now?" Bilbo whispered to Thorin. Because before them was a long wide open passage over the chamber.

"The Western Guard Chamber, there may be an exit." Thorin whispered.

"It's too high, we cannot do it." Balin had to consider.

"That's the only option, we have to try it."

So they slowly began to sneak across the wide open bridge. That was until suddenly a coin fell between them. At first, Bilbo thought it had fallen out of his clothes but as he glanced up it revealed that the coin had dropped from Smaug who was right above them at the moment.

"There you are!" Anoth shouted when he found Smaug after falling down a shaft from that there were quite a few here in Erebor. For the dwarves, this was a sign they should now run, which they did.

A short time later, the dwarves had reached the western guardroom just to see that, firstly, the exit had collapsed and, secondly, that there were a lot of bodies in the chamber. All have been dead for years and covered with cobwebs and dust.

"Here it ends." said Dwalin. "There is no way out of here."

"The last of our kin." Balin sounded dejected and sad at the sight. "They must have come here because they still had hope where there were none left."

"No, I will not die like that, cowering, gasping for breath." Thorin looked around the room for a while before he came up with an idea. "We're going to the blacksmiths, we'll help Anoth hunt down Smaug."

"Smaug will see us." Dwalin was one.

"Not if we split up." Thorin replied. "Hopefully Anoth understands what we're up to."

"We will never make it." said Balin.

"Some of us might already."

And with that, they started luring Smaug to where they wanted him to go.

It was not long before Anoth realized what the dwarfs were up to.

So you want to lure him to the smelting furnaces. I hope you know what you are doing Thorin. Anoth thought and attacked Smaug so that he was approaching exactly these ovens.

Anoth did not need much to make Smaug do exactly what Thorin wanted him to do. Thorin only needed Smaug's flames to rekindle the ovens. As soon as Smaug had done that, if not without a few well placed insults from Thorin, Anoth made sure that the fight between the two of them shifted to the Kings' ancestral hall. Where the shell of a statue waited for the liquid gold from the smelting furnaces.

The dwarfs did not need long to prepare what they wanted and so they were minutes later in the ancestral hall and the statue was filled to the brim with liquid gold.

No sooner had Anoth discovered that Thorin was so far away from Smaug he retreated slightly. Smaug wanted to follow Anoth but was prevented from it by Thorin. Smaug's hate against dwarfs was to strong and won out.

"Here, you simple-minded worm!" Thorin shouted as he stood on the head of the massive statue's shell, holding with one hand a chain hanging from the ceiling.

"You!" Smaug turned and looked closely at Thorin, then moved toward him.

"I'll get back what you stole."

"You will not, dwarf." Smaug said as he slowly approached Thorin. "I once struck down your warriors, I terrified the people, I am king under the mountain!"

"This is not your kingdom!" retorted Thorin. "This is dwarven Land. This is dwarven gold! And we will get our revenge! " Immediately he shouted something in Khuzdul and pulled on the rope next to him. As a result, the back of the stone statue flew open as the other dwarfs behind the statue took this as a sign and in turn pulled on chains pulling the other bolts from the holders of the statue, which held the shell in place.

Smaug looked a little confused for a while as the stone casing fell away, revealing a large golden dwarf statue.

Then everything went very fast.

Although the outer layer of the statue was solidified by the contact with the cold stone, the rest of the statue was still liquid. Such a statue would take weeks if not months to cool completely.

The cold edge stopped the liquid gold for a few seconds, then gave way and all the gold spilled over Smaug. He was overrun by a tidal wave of pure gold and disappeared under the liquid gold.

For a moment the Dwarves thought they had killed Smaug. This hope shattered as the dragon reappeared with angry roars from the gold mass.

"REVENGE? REVENGE?! I'll show you what revenge is! " Smaug ran out of the mountain and broke his way out through the ruined entrance. Barely outside, he swung himself into the air, hurling the gold that was still clinging to him from him, which then fell down in the form of golden rain on the floor. Immediately afterwards, he headed for Esgaroth.

"I am fire." Smaug spoke to himself. "I am ... -" He did not come further, he was hit by a massive paw that came from above and forced him down to the ground.

"On your was to the ground." growled Neville's voice from above, who had taken the form of a dragon that was over 50 meters big. He was almost three times as tall as Smaug. "This is where your tyranny ends." Immediately afterwards, Smaug crashed to the floor.

Smaug knew instantly that he was far out of his league and that he could not fly away from here. On impact, his left wing was broken. This made flying impossible.

A short time later, the others had landed and made sure that Smaug could not move at all.

A short time later, Anoth joined them. A few of his wings were injured as a result of the fight under the mountain but he was still able to fly.

Anoth made a turn over them, then landed only a few feet from Smaug. Anoth was now much taller than before. His shoulder height reached at least to the 70m. He made Smaug look like a dwarf.

"Hello Smaug." Anoth said calmly. "How nice that we can talk now in peace, now that you are out of the mountain."

Smaug could only growl. more was not possible.

"You know, I was wondering what a male wyvern is looking for under the mountain." Anoth continued, who had completely ignored Smaug's growl. "Is it the females of your species who build a nest and use shiny things to attract a male, now I know why, and do you know from where?"

Smaug just stared at him.

"During the fight between the two of us, I notice something that should not be there at all, let's see why there is another aura over your own." He put one of his front paws on Smaug's head which made him lose consciousness instantly.

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Smaug's mind

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Anoth looked around and saw only one thing.

Badland.

Badlands as far as the eye could see.

Anoth's eyes went up. The whole sky was thick with clouds.

"Strange."

Anoth let his wings appear and rose into the air. Something told him what he was looking for was above the clouds.

A short time later he saw it.

Barad-dûr.

No doubt.

He recognized the tower everywhere.

That could only mean one thing.

"Sauron." Anoth growled. "So I was right from the start. Time to show the uninvited guest where the door is." He took direct course to the tower.

It was not long before Anoth was noticed by the tower. It responded by firing an energy beam at Anoth, who answered with his own.

The two met in the middle and exploded.

"Do you really think that a youngster like you can beat me Sauron." roared Anoth. "You are not even 100,000 years old!" With that, Anoth started shooting at the tower. Sauron, realizing now that he was dealing with an adversary against that his old master looked like a bothersome little grub, tried to maintain his presence and at least to try to warn his main body. Because what was in Smaug was only a small part of Sauron himself who had no contact at the moment to his master.

And Anoth would not let him make that contact.

Seconds later it was over.

There was an unnatural shrill scream and a short while later the tower burst and disappeared.

The impact on the environment was evident.

The cloud cover disappeared and the wasteland quickly became rich grassland. But one question remained. Where was Smaug?

He was in Smaug's head. His mental embodiment had to be somewhere.

It was not long before he found it. However, it was not quite what Anoth expected. A very young dragon girl who looked like she had just hatched a few weeks ago. It meant that Smaug must have been under Sauron's control shortly after hatching.

This proved that Sauron was behind the attack on the Erebor. Smaug was just the tool. Nothing else.

It took a while to calm down the young dragoness. But in the end it was clear that she would accompany Anoth and join his shadows. He was effectively her father now.

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Real world

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When Anoth reappeared in the real world, Smaug lay dead under him. This wondered Anoth not at all. After all, he had only taken the soul of the dragoness. Not the body. Smaug was history. He was a construct that had been created by Sauron.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Smaug is in me now, or rather she's in me."

"In you?"

"Yes, Smaug was actually female." Anoth answered. "Sauron took her in at a very young age and then used her as a weapon."

Just at that moment Anoth got a message from Galadriel. And it was not good news. For some reason, Gandalf had gone to Dol-Guldur alone and had fallen into a trap there. And now he was stuck there and needed help.

Anoth wondered if Gandalf was getting Senile. He had explicitly warned that Dol-Guldur was the enemy's operational base. Why did he go there alone? Right into the open mouth.

"Senile old jerk." Anoth growled.

"What's happening?"

"Gandalf was captured in Dol-Guldur and needs help now." Anoth sighed. "I'm off, I'll leave this for you, I'll come back as soon as I can." With these words, Anoth spread his wings and took off.

It took almost two hours before he reached Dol-Guldur and he saw that they were already fighting. Anoth transformed his figure in the midst of the air and simply let himself fall right into the fray.

Anoth's arrival briefly stopped the fight. Then several of the spirits of the nine rushed at him, only to be defeated in mere seconds. Even though they were ghosts, their fighting power was still human.

The fight lasted only briefly. Then there was a sudden silence.

The peace did not stay long.

Sauron showed himself in person. Talked something in the black language that Anoth simply ignored.

"You have a pretty big mouth." growled Anoth, who was not impressed by Sauron's speech that the time of the orcs had come. "For a dark lord who is little more than a wretched shadow of himself."

"You will all die."

"Been there done that. Death is pretty overrated."

Meanwhile, Galadriel was back on her feet and she now showed her own powers. "You have no power here." It sounded like she was talking to more than one voice. "Servant of Morgoth, you are Nameless ... Faceless ... Formless, return to the void you once came from!" In the end, Sauron had no choice but to flee. Immediately after, Galadriel collapsed exhausted in Elrond's arms.

"The spirit of Sauron has survived, as Anoth had already said."

"Do you believe me now?" Anoth asked. "He'll flee to Mordor, that's for sure."

"Gondor must be warned." Elrond intervened. "They must set guards on the borders of Mordor."

"And Gondor will be warned." confirmed Anoth. "But the threat here has priority at the moment, as Sauron's army is marching and getting closer to the Erebor minute by minute, and Gondor will have to wait."

"Take care of Lady Galadriel, she has used up much of her power." said Saruman. "Her strength is dwindling, take her to Lothlorien."

"Sir Saruman, he must be hunted down and destroyed once and for all." Elrond said.

"Without the Ring of Power, Sauron can never regain control of Middle-earth." replied Saruman.

"He does not need the ring for that." Anoth intervened. "He just needs an army that is powerful enough, and if Sauron prevents us from entering Mordor, then he has all the time in the world to set up such an army, and he can still search for the ring afterwards."

Saruman did not really want to admit it. But if he thought about it, he had to agree with Anoth. No good prospects.

"If you excuse me now, I have to give a tongue-lashing to a certain person whose favorite color is gray."

All three really did not want to be in Gandalf's skin right now.

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Radagast's hut

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Radagast had just arrived when Gandalf jumped off his sled.

"I need a horse." said Gandalf. Radagast was about to answer him when another voice came before him.

"What you need is a new brain!"

Gandalf instantly froze when he heard that voice.

"What did you even think about it?" Anoth growled as he came into the clearing. "I'm Gandalf the Gray Sauron cannot hurt me even if I jump straight into his fortress and that all alone?"

Yes. Anoth was definitely not in a good mood.

"Did you really want to commit suicide or what would that be?"

"Lord Anoth, I can explain that."

"I'm hearing."

"I followed my feeling, something told me that I had to go there."

"Did you find something?"

"I found Thorin's father in the halls."

"His father?" Anoth asked. His anger had not gone completely, but Gandalf had his attention now. "Then Thráin was alive all the time?"

"Yeah, I do not know if he made it out of the fortress in my fight against Sauron."

"I'll send out some of my shadows, if he left the fortress alive then they'll find him."

"I have more, Moria Orks, thousands of them are now on their way to the mountain."

"We expected that."

"Yes, but they are supported by necromancers."

"That could be a problem." Anoth said thoughtfully. "Do they have undead with them?"

"Yes, at least a few thousand."

"Ok, that is a problem."

"What about Smaug?"

"Dead. At least his body is."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Smaug was practically taken over by Sauron just days after she hatched, and when I tried to break Sauron's influence on her, I took her in." Gandalf explained. "Smaug lives in me now, but she is very young and knows practically nothing, she cannot remember anything Sauron had made her do."

"We must go to the Erebor and warn them."

"You are not going anywhere."

"What? But we have to-"

"Sit down."

"But-"

"Sit." Reluctantly, Gandalf sat down on a log. "You just barely escaped your death and days of captivity and you will not help anyone if you break down in front of them."

Gandalf had to agree.

"Besides, you look like yourself are one of the undead."

Ouch. That hurt to hear.

Two hours, some strengthening potions and a much needed bath for Gandalf later, both were heading back to Erebor. And they had managed to collect the aimlessly wandering Thráin.

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Erebor

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Meanwhile, Harry had not been idle. Smaug's former body was disassembled. Dragon Scales and Dragon Bones were easily processed into very good weapons and armor. If you knew how.

The rest was burnt to ashes.

Then another problem developed.

Thorin.

He was obsessed with the Arkenstone. His obsession went so far that Harry had no choice but to beat Thorin unconscious to find out what was wrong with him and to prevent Thorin from killing Dwalin in his delusion.

What he found out was something that worried Harry. There was something in that mountain that had a tremendous impact on Durin's direct bloodline.

That which was responsible was not hard to find. The chest was still behind the throne. In it were the stones of Lasgalen. And in the largest of them was the stone that had been processed in the ring the dwarves of Sauron had received.

Harry also found Thrór's journal in the chest.

And now it became clear what was happening.

Thrór had never betrayed Thranduil. He had protected the elves.

Thrór was under Sauron's control and was forced by him to incorporate the stone of his ring into the stones of Lasgalen. These would then send out a signal which would give Sauron after a few hundred years complete control over the Mirkwood elves.

Thrór had no choice but to perform this order. But he still had an option to thwart Sauron's plan.

He screwed up the price of the stones so high that Thranduil would never be willing to pay for them. So the stones stayed in the mountain. Unfortunately, Sauron had also made preparations for this option. And so Smaug came into play.

Everything turned around this ring.

Sauron did not care about the gold at all.

He wanted to have this ring.

It was clear what Harry had to do. Seconds later, the stone was nothing but ashes.

With the influence over Thorin eliminated, he quickly returned to his old self and apologized clearly to Dwalin. He responded by hugging Thorin so tightly that Thorin felt like he was about to be crushed.

"... must ... breathe ..." came Thorin's very strained voice.

"Sorry." Immediately, Dwalin released him, and Thorin took a deep breath, now that he was able to.

"It's alright Dwalin." Thorin took the crown off his head and laid it on the throne. Followed directly by the heavy coat. At the moment he did not need both. "The Arkenstone can wait." he announced then. "We have more important things to do right now."

Thorin marched toward the main entrance to the mountain and stopped near the ruins.

We have the mountain back, but with only thirteen dwarfs and a few trainees from Anoth, we cannot hold it for long. " He turned to Balin. "Balin, write a letter, we need Dáin's support from the Iron Mountains."

"Will be done." Balin responded and immediately set about writing.

"Harry, do you think you can close this gap?" He pointed to where once the main gate had been.

"Yes, I can do it." but even before he could begin Harry's eyes became glassy. Seconds later, he was himself again. "That's not good, that's not good at all."

"What's happening?" asked several votes at once. They all had a bad feeling.

"We have to warn Esgaroth, several swarms of undead wyvern are on their way to here, Anoth just saw them."

"How many?" Naruto asked. He had a hunch that he would not like the answer.

"One thousand."

"A thousand ?!" Naruto exclaimed in horror. "We will not be able to hold Esgaroth, not against so many."

Thorin thought for a moment. then he made a decision.

"They shall come to here."

"What?"

"Smaug destroyed everything in the entrance area here, which is the only place they can hide from the Wyvern."

"What about the gold?" Dwalin asked.

"What about it?"

"If they steal it?"

"Steal? How many people live in Esgaroth? Scarce 800. Even if every inhabitant of Esgaroth grabs as much as he can carry, that would hardly make any dent in the treasure, so I'm not worried." Thorin replied. "On the contrary, if they promise to rebuild Dale, they can do that."

"That's roughly about 40 metric tons." calculated Neville Kuroka. "From how many, 500,000 metric tons. More gold has flowed into the statue, than they could carry out of the mountain. And if I look around that would have been about 5,000 tons of gold." By that she meant the now flooded hall with a lake of gold.

"Actually, even more." answered Balin, who came back with the finished letter. "Here's the letter."

Thorin read it briefly and signed it. Then Balin took it again to send it out with one of the ravens.

Meanwhile, Harry had forwarded Anoth's message.

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Esgaroth

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"EVACUATE THE CITY!" Thundered a voice over the city. "Take only the bare essentials, we'll go to Erebor!"

The evacuation was already in full swing. Bard's voice was clear and distinct from everyone. And everyone knew that was not a joke.

"What's happening?" Tauriel asked, sitting in a boat with Bard's children and still not knowing why they were all fled to the Erebor.

"A whole army of undead wyvern is approaching us - at least 1,000 strong - in a few hours they're here." Daphne replied succinctly. Tauriel knew immediately that they would not be able to defend the city against so many Wyvern. The Erebor was the only safe haven in the area. "And we're at least 100: 1 inferior in numbers."

"Esgaroth will burn." said Bard's wife.

"Unfortunately, that cannot be prevented." Hermione replied. "But we can save the inhabitants."

Just then, a huge shadow crossed Esgaroth and headed straight for the Erebor.

"That was Anoth!" Hermione exclaimed, pleased. "And he has Gandalf with him."

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Erebor

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Anoth landed just in front of the entrance to the mountain. As soon as Gandalf and Thráin were down, he turned back. The first refugees from Esgaroth could already be seen on the ridge.

"How much time do we have left?" Harry asked as Anoth had passed through the new door Harry had built.

"Two hours, maybe less."

Meanwhile Thorin had happily embraced his father, after whom he had looked after for so long.

"Send message to the Dragon Island. It's time the armed forces show what they can do." Ahri, standing next to Anoth, nodded briefly and teleported away. "For the fight against the Wyvern we are on our own, they will never be here in time, and unfortunately that's not all, two more swarms are approaching, but they will not arrive until after the first one."

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Two hours later.

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Harry and all of his students stood outside the magical-sealed entrance to the Erebor. The last refugees of the seaside city had entered the Erebor a few minutes ago.

"Here they come!" Naruto called, as he discovered a dark cloud on the horizon that was definitely not a normal cloud.

"Then let's welcome them." With these words Anoths let his shadow beasts that were capable of flying off the leash. Some of his shadow beasts had already moved into positions in the deserted Esgaroth. They knew that the place would be attacked. And so they had distributed themselves with ranged weapons and pretty effective anti-aircraft magic in Esgaroth.

They would not be able to prevent the city from being destroyed, but they would bring down as many wyvern as possible who were trying to attack Esgaroth.

And that was just the first of three swarms. The other two were also 50% larger than the first.

That brought the enemy numbers up to 4,000.

Against an opponent who even with the shadows on their side was still at least 10: 1 more in number.

Anoth was the first to welcome the approaching swarm. He had taken on his beast form and shot down a volley of aura spheres right into the swarm. He did not even need to aim. He just fired into the swarm.

The aura spheres flew right into the swarm and detonated when they were in the middle of it. The effect was clear and only possible because the swarm was very close together.

Over two hundred of the undead wyvern simply ceased to exist when the aura spheres exploded. Another one hundred fell to the ground, burning. With this one attack, the swarm strength decreased from 1,000 to 700.

These remaining 700 split. A group of nearly 400 continues to head for Anoth. The other 300 took a direct course to the deserted Esgaroth.

'You're about to get visitors.' Anoth telepathically sent the shadows entrenched in Esgaroth.

Let them come.' the answer came back. 'We already expecting them.'

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Esgaroth

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The Arcanine that Anoth had send stood in their Anthromorphic form on top of the roof of one of the houses. Right next to her was a Houndoom. And between them stood a Glaceon.

It was not long before the Wyvern were within reach.

They were greeted by ice-wrapped fireballs that flew towards them and then exploded in mid-air, sending dozens of ice shards in all directions. A pretty effective anti-air weapon.

The first of the 100 Wyvern that attacked fell victim to this trick, and so the number dropped quickly to almost 200. The remaining 200 broke through the wall of explosions and began their attack on Esgaroth. Minutes later, the city was a sea of flames and the number of attackers had been reduced to just under 80.

"We have to go-" the Glaceon did not get any further when the Houndoom grabbed her and jumped off the roof. Not even a second later, a killed wyvern crashed into the building and tore it apart.

"Everything OK?" The Houndoom asked the coughing Glaceon.

"Yes." she replied. "We have to go to Anoth, the city is lost."

Just then, another downed wyvern crashed through a building just a few yards from them.

In the meantime, not only was the city ablaze but also almost half of the city had sunk into the lake. The bridge to the city was completely destroyed and from the mayor's house stood only a burning skeleton. The wind lance had disappeared in the floods as well as the bell tower.

The Houndoom nodded in agreement and blew directly into her horn to tell the others to retreat and regroup in Dale.

A short time later, all shadows had teleported out of the sinking Esgaroth and took positions in Dale. In the ruined city were already the shadows from Harry and co.. They did not need to wait long. The swarms, which until then had ignored Dale, attacked the ruins shortly thereafter. Only this time the Wyvern did not just attack from the air. They also landed in the middle of the city ruins.

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At the gates of the Erebor

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By now, ranged combat had become close combat. And if that was not enough, the two missing swarms had now arrived. Although the number of opponents had shrunk significantly, there were still nearly 2,200 left.

Some of them had landed at the entrance to the Erebor, trying to break the wards. Without success.

Seraphimian spells were not easily broken.

Anoth, meanwhile, killed Wyvern after Wyvern. With his claws, various attacks and also by eating some. Not that these undead things tasted good. Rather the opposite. But eating them allowed Anoth to revive several killed wyvern and let them fight for himself. It was a form of necromancy. One of the most powerful. Because it allowed Anoth to give his temporary helpers much stronger powers. It had a disadvantage. The more powerfully he made one of his helpers, the faster they disintegrated.

Anoth made sure he always landed at a time that was around 60-120 seconds.

During this time, they were given a boost of energy that made them strong enough to be useful without falling too fast to ashes. Two minutes can be a damn long time in a battle.

The Wyvern were almost all focused on Anoth. They saw him as the most dangerous threat that had to be eliminated first at all costs. Not knowing that they flew directly into a trap.

Then the time came.

'ALL AWAY!' That's exactly what they had been waiting for. The whole time they were busy forcing the Wyvern closer to Anoth. No sooner were they where they wanted them to be and Anoth gave the command they teleport away to safety.

As soon as they were gone, Anoth unleashed an attack called Nova Explosion. The resulting glow was still visible in the more than 1,000 km away Minas Tirith. Even from the Harad Desert there were later stories about a very bright glow in the north.

When the huge cloud of fire fell apart, there was almost nothing left of the wyvern. At a core temperature of nearly 20,000 ° C, nothing was left of them. They simply evaporated. Even Anoth's resurrected Wyvern were not spared. Only his shadows did not mind this explosion. They were immune to heat from their association with Anoth.

The end result of the attack was a mushroom-shaped cloud that slowly dissolved and only about 400 surviving wyvern. Over 1,700 Wyvern had been destroyed with a single blow.

The few that were left were easy prey. And so the fight was over just 10 minutes later.

Esgaroth was destroyed. A few smaller fires burned in Dale, and a circular area of more than 500 meters in diameter, only a few hundred meters from the Erebor, had become glass.

Of the wyvern killed in Anoth's attack, there was nothing left. their bodies were completely vaporized. The other wyvern lying on the floor crumbled to dust as the spells they kept them alive left their bodies. Only a few bones remained and these also began to disintegrate shortly thereafter.

The resulting dust was carried away by the wind.

"Is it over?" Thorin asked as he came out of the Erebor and came over to Anoth, who landed at the gates and who had meanwhile returned to his human form.

"No. That was just the prelude."

That did not bode well.

Meanwhile, Legolas and Tauriel had left for Gundabad. The orcs that had previously invaded the city were wearing Gundabad's sign.

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A few days later.

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The last three days were quiet.

However, they all knew that it would not stay that way.

That was just the calm before the storm.

And everyone knew this.

And so they use the time they had to prepare for the upcoming battle as well as possible. Esgaroth was searched for supplies by Anoth's people. Some of the city's warehouses were miraculously spared from the sea of flames, and their contents were taken to Dale where the former inhabitants of Esgaroth had begun repairing the defenses as best they could. Harry and the others were an indispensable help.

It was the next day when Thranduil arrived in Dale with an army of elves and further supplies.

A few hours later found Anoth, Gandalf, Thranduil, and Thorin in Dale talking about the approaching battle. And Thorin was smart enough to take the stones from Lasgalen with him to the talking. Anoth himself had repaired it after Harry was forced to destroy one of the stones. Fortunately, there were enough diamonds in the treasury with the necessary degree of purity. Less than three hours later, the stones of Lasgalen sparkled in new splendor.

An old order was finally fulfilled after such a long time.

When Thranduil got the chest of stones from Thorin, he could not believe that the dwarves gave him the stones. When he was informed by Harry why Thrór had so exorbitantly increased the price of the work Thranduil was glad that he had done it. What would have happened if he had not done it? Better not to think about it. Thranduil ran at the thought of becoming a willing slave to Sauron, an icy shiver down his spine.

When Thranduil finally asked where those orcs are, Anoth answered the question with a counter question.

"Tell me Thranduil, what lives below these mountains?"

Thranduil blinked at Anoth for several seconds. Then he turned white. And not only he.

"Were-worms." Said Thranduil, Gandalf and Thorin at the same time.

"I agree." confirmed Anoth. "The wyvern that attacked us a few days ago were just a distraction, they prevented us from sending out scouts to find the army, instead we were busy with the aftermath of the attack, I do not know where the orcs are currently. But I am very sure that they are already underground and on the way here. "

As for the Arkenstone.

Bilbo proved his acting talent when he "found" the stone. Now it was again attached to the throne in an improvised frame. The original had to be repaired first. Only they had no time for that at the moment.

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The next day

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Anoth and his group were on the edge of the mountain range, listening to the floor. All of them had taken their beast forms simply because their sensing skills were significantly better in that shape. Meanwhile, the elves were stationed at the entrance to the Erebor and on the walls of Dale and waited. Some were also in the Erebor itself and have set up an emergency hospital there and other archers had taken up position on the battlements of the Erebor.

The orcs could arrive here at any moment.

However, those who arrived before the orcs was Dáin Ironfoot. Lord of the iron mountains. And he was not happy to find elves in front of the mountain. Thorin came to him and briefed him on what was going on. Dáin did not like what Thorin told him, but he agreed that the orcs were a far greater threat.

Dáin turned his gaze to the seraphim standing on the cliffs, and knew that he did not want to know what would happen should he turn against them. These were things you were better off never to know.

Thorin had just disappeared back into Erebor when the call they had all feared sounded.

"THEY COME! THEY COME!" Fu called as she rose into the air. Seconds later, the same call also came from Yugito and Neville, who had been to the right and left of Fu. Shortly thereafter, all the seraphim took off and split up. Anoth, Naruto, Yugito, Fu and Kuroka set course for the Erebor Harry, Neville, Hermione, Luna, Tonks and Daphne landed in Dale.

Barely a minute later, the first Were-worms burst to the surface only to immediately retreat back underground.

Then they came out.

Thousands upon thousands of orcs. A black flood spewed out of the caves dug by the worms.

"And that's where it starts." Anoth muttered. "Here the fate of Erebor and the North will be decided." 'Sauron will throw everything against us what he has. And we will answer accordingly. In just over an hour our own armies arrive. Until then we send as many of these creatures as we can back to Morgoth! ' This telepathic message was received by all.

Immediately, the Seraphim knelt down and began to speak a spell that would hopefully drastically reduce the losses on their side.

Seconds later, a powerful magical pulse sped from Anoth outward. Closely followed by the other seraphim.

A golden glow prevailed over the elves, dwarfs and humans. Everyone who felt the spell felt their fatigue evaporate. Also, their speed and recovery were significantly increased beyond the spell that prevented them from becoming tired for the next few hours.

The dwarfs were the ones who responded first.

They stormed ahead and formed a shield wall reinforced with spears halfway between the mountain and the onrushing orcs. The Elven soldiers used the dwarfs as an improvised ramp and jumped over them into the middle of the attacking orcs. Shortly thereafter, the dwarves stormed as they pushed the spears ahead into the orcs.

It was Azog, standing high on top of the Ravenhill and protected by protective spells, who shortly thereafter opened the second front and his troops marched against the ruined city of Dale.

At the moment the eleven Seraphim were still holding back. Azog knew next to nothing about their abilities and that was the only way that it would stay that way for the time being.

Because so far only orcs were here. The necromancers had not showed up. They probably would come later to revive the fallen orcs and thus strengthening their own army.

By now, some of the creatures that the orcs had brought with them were also on the battlefield. Some of them carried catapults on their backs, others were just dreadfully disfigured things.

One of these creatures carried a massive stone wedge and charged at full speed towards the city wall of Dale. Just to break its neck and fall dead against the still intact wall. That was only possible because the Seraphim had restored the walls of Dale as well as they could.

The spot against which the creature had crashed was previously a very thin spot in the wall. And if they had not filled and repaired that piece of the wall, it would certainly have given way. For the time being, the orcs were denied the direct route into the city and the archers on the walls began to send arrows down to them.

Then they were there.

'They are coming.' Hermione growled. 'At least 10,000 strong.'

'Then it's time we get involved.' came Anoth's answer. 'Do not let anyone of these abominations live! '

With this order, Harry, Neville, Hermione, Daphne, Tonks, and Luna took on their beast form and took off.

It was not long before they saw the force of the necromancer who had sided with Sauron. The name of him was unknown. Or he has not had one for a long time. It did not matter. He had come himself and the Seraphim would not let him leave this battlefield alive.

As soon as they were within range, the six seraphim were bathing the approaching undead in fire.

Fire has always been the weapon of choice against undead of any kind.

And it again showed very good effect against the undead creatures. About one hundred of them instantly disintegrated into ashes. Another two hundred fell lifeless into the dust as the necromancers who kept them alive were reduced to ashes by the super-heated seraphim fire.

While the six were busy literally vaporizing this army of undead, Anoth had his own problems.

Other wyvern. This time supported by man-sized bats.

"Ready for Round Two?" Yugito asked.

Anoth just grinned.

Kuroka showed her claws and Naruto and Fu let the bones crack in their hands.

Last time, they had been dealing with 4,000 Wyvern. This time it was not even a thousand. But they had almost 6,000 bats with them.

And so they too got involved in the fighting.

In the end, Anoth could not tell how long he had been fighting. At some point in the battle, his own troops had appeared and had begun to destroy what was left of the undead and Harry had defeated the leader in a duel. He only knew that Thorin was on his way up the Ravenhill right now, after he had taken an impressive ride with Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Balin with one of the Dwarven War Carriages.

When Wargs had killed too many of the rams that pulled the carriage, they had unceremoniously cut off the four surviving rams and rode up the Raven Mountain with them while Balin stayed behind in the coach and with the fast-paced crossbows shot down the pursuing Wargs. Anoth had sworn that he heard Balin muttering that he was too old for it.

When Anoth discovered Thorin on the Ravenhill, he landed there shortly thereafter. Just in time to see how Bilbo apparently emerged out of nowhere and announced that they would be approached by another army from the north.

It was not long before Thorin, Dwalin and Anoth realized that they had fallen into a trap.

"Where are Fili and Kili?" Anoth asked. He knew he had seen them when Thorin ran up the mountain.

Even before Thorin could recall them from the corridors in the Ravenhill, where he had sent them to scout, Anoth's question was answered.

Drums came from the corridors and the light of torches was visible. And only a short time later, Azog appeared from one of the slightly higher points. Kili and Fili were caught by him. Fili was held by Azog and Kili by one of Azog's orcs.

"Crap." Anoth's curse found its echo in the mind of Thorin and Dwalin as well as in Bilbo's mind.

"This one dies first." Azog said, lifting Fili across the abyss. "Then the brother." Kili was pushed forward by the orc who held him. "Then you, Oakenshield, you will die last."

The next thing Azog saw was a fist of one of Anoth's shadow-beasts, who had jumped out of the shadows right between him and Fili, colliding with his nose. Immediately afterwards the now visible Kavat reached for Fili and Ahri, who had appeared with her up there and had send the other orc that held Kili flying, grabbed Kili and both disappeared as fast as they had come back into the shadows.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED THEM AS YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO THAT, AZOG THE INEPT!" Anoth laughed as the Kavat and Ahri reappeared beside him along with Fili and Kili who were immediately hugged by Thorin and also Dwalin with relief.

'Slept long enough Kirira?' Anoth asked telepathically his Kavat. The said Kavat was in her human form and answered with a wry grin.

Anoth found Kirira in an drifting wreck of a spaceship more than 3 million years ago. She was the only thing left alive on the floating scrap heap and was about to suffocate when she was rescued. Since that day she is with him and sleeps most of the time.

Azog was not thrilled with the insult.

"KILL THEM ALL!" Azog roared angrily.

"You can try it." Thorin growled.

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30 minutes earlier

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Ahri had appeared on Dragon Island a few days ago, and had got the armies ready for marching.

Since the army on the Dragon Island was a standing army and thus always in readiness it did not take long until the troops were loaded on ships and were on the way to the Ice Bay. From there they traveled at high speed - this was only possible through certain spells - towards the Erebor, where they had just arrived.

Both Ahri and Ancalagon had risen into the air. One in the form of a fox-dragon and the other in a much smaller dragon shape and watch from above what was happening down below.

In short, it did not look good. The orcs had managed to break through the walls of Dale and had overran the ruins. Although the defenders persistently resisted. Every meter of the city, the orcs had to buy with countless dead.

Also, they could see Anoth's group fighting in the air with Undead Wyvern and the warbats of the orcs. In the air, Anoth slowly gained the upper hand, but on the ground the dwarves were pushed back to the entrance to the Erebor.

"We'll free the city first." said Ancalagon. "I've seen heavy defensive machines on the battlements of the Erebor, which will last for a while."

"The earth dragons will rummage through to the given points and when they are ready, hell will break over these creatures." confirmed Ahri.

Shortly thereafter, both had landed and the army marched the last few hundred yards and were then visible above the hill. Shortly thereafter, the horns were blown, which drew the attention of the orcs as well as the defenders on the advancing army.

No sooner had the last notes of the horns faded, the earth dragons broke out of the ground in the middle of the enemy troops and sent the Ors army into chaos. then the Air Units of Dragon Island joined in, causing even more chaos among the enemy's orcs and air units.

Some of the air units flew in the direction of Dale, tearing a huge number of orcs apart as they attacked the orcs in the streets whenever the road was wide enough.

Then arrow volleys flew into the orcs. The earth dragon were not disturb the arrows. none of the arrows was strong enough to even hurt them. Immediately thereafter, the cavalry broke into the orcs and at the latest from this point on one could no longer speak of an orderly enemy army.

When the heavy weapons from the Erebor opened the fire, it was completely over with the order in the enemy lines.

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to Anoth, Thorin and Co.

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It was not long before the first orcs reached the small group. However, they were hardly worth more than cannon fodder and were killed off accordingly fast.

"Let's kill this rat!" the Kavat growled and with that started the hunt for Azog.

Anoth had once again strengthened the spells on the little group before they left. A factor that Thorin was very happy about when he was hit by Azog's morning star and flew through the air. Because the spell took most of the damage and not he himself.

Shortly thereafter, another flock of war bats thundered over the mountain. That could only mean that Azog's son Bolg had arrived with his army. It also meant that none of them could now help Thorin, they themselves had enough to do.

Granted the orcs that were coming were hardly better than the previous ones, but they were significantly more numerous.

It was the Kavat that had reached Thorin first and she saw him on the frozen lake on top of the Ravenhill. Where he walked slowly over the ice.

"What does he do?" Her question was answered as suddenly a blade through the ice and right through Thorins foot. Shortly thereafter, Azog broke through the ice and pinned Thorin under him. Thorin had just so managed to stop Azog's blade-arm with his sword. "Oh no, you don't." The Kavat stormed over and rammed Azog down from Thorin. However, Azog rammed his blade into her stomach.

Kirira pushed Azog down with all her might. Whatever had happened, Azog flew several yards and crashed hard on the ice and started skidding over it, which ended with a cliff face.

Kirira stood up and held her already healing abdominal wound. Her dark growl said more than enough that she was angry. "I am over three million years old and have fought against opponents who were far more dangerous, I will not let a runaway mold kill me."

Her wound was healed by now as she approached the fallen Azog, who slowly rose to his feet again. On the way to him she collected two ors swords. She actually preferred to fight with her claws whenever possible. However, she was also trained and experienced in dealing with all sorts of weapons.

She waited until Azog was on his feet again, then he quickly found himself on the defensive, as Kirira began to attack him.

In the end, it was Thorin who killed him. He had sneaked up on him and stabbed Azog his sword in the back. Kirira then quickly cut off his head. Just to make sure he was really dead this time.

As soon as that was done she dropped the two swords she had collected and took care of Thorin, who could barely stand on the wounded foot. She propped him up and set him down on a stone. Even if he was not excited about it.

"The mighty warrior limps into battle, with my sword as a crutch I spread fear in the hearts of my enemies." she said sarcastically.

Thorin then said nothing and was treated. That picture was far too embarrassing.

Though he had to admit that the idea of him, leaning on Orcrist limping into battle just to see the orcs fleeing in terror at his sight, was quite an amusing picture.

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A few minutes earlier

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Ahri scurried through the corridors, disassembling the one or the other orc who thought that he had to stand in her way. Apparently, a certain Tauriel had come to the Ravenhill and was looking for Kili. But there was someone else approaching them. And that was her target.

Bolg.

Azog's son.

It was not long before she found Bolg. He was about to ram his weapon into Tauriel's chest. Kili lay dazed on the ground and could only watch.

However, Bolg should not get that far. One of Ahri's tails wrapped around his neck and forced him backwards. Tauriel landed quite roughly on the ground and was busy for the first few seconds to get air into her lungs, which had not been possible while Bolg had held her.

Bolg flew down the hill for quite a while, and Legolas, who was also on the mountain, making a makeshift bridge with one of the creatures from one of the old towers, took up the fight against him.

Ahri, who had looked shortly after Kili and Tauriel, joined Legolas for a moment. Together, Bolg was not a big challenge. Thus Bolg's body, together with the remains of the tower, fell down into the valley.

During the fight against Bolg, Legolas had noticed that Thorin lay above him at the edge of the frozen waterfall and had no weapon left. Legolas' eyes fell on the sword Orcrist he held in his hand. For a moment he remembered that Thorin had saved his life by throwing an axe at an orc as they were driven down the river in their barrels. It was time to pay the debt. And so, in turn, he sent Orcrist flying and hit the orc who was about to kill Thorin right in the middle of his chest. As the orc fell from the frozen waterfall, Thorin pulled the sword out of him. Shortly thereafter, the fight began Thorin vs.. Azog.

Now both Azog and Bolg were dead.

And not only that.

The Eagles, along with Radagast and Beorn, had also arrived and started to disassemble what was left of Bolg's army.

A short time later the fight for the mountain was over.

Sauron had lost.

And the losses among the elves, humans, and dwarves were not as high as expected the reason for that was the spell the seraphim had cast upon them.

There were nearly 300 injured and only about 70 dead. Without the magic it would have been ten times as many.

Compared to 5,000 destroyed Undead Wyvern, 7,000 war bats, 10,000 undead and nearly 30,000 orcs and 300 creatures of various kinds.

That was a very small price.

Anoth analyzed the remains of the Wyvern and realized some time later where the necromancers had got them from. It was Thranduil who brought him to the solution. An old Wyvern cemetery from the time of the Dragon Wars and the war against Morgoth. It also explained why none of the wyvern had been taller than eight meters. In fact, most did not even get to five.

With that, Ancalagon had a task until they came back.

Find all ancient dragons and wyvern cemeteries and destroy them. So that the necromancers could not revive any new ones from them.

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A few days later

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The Seraphim got ready to leave this world. If not in the long run. They were not finished yet but their presence was only needed again in a few years.

Such was the life of a Worldlord.

You never really knew when to go to another dimension to extinguish the fires that were inflamed there.

At the moment they were at the entrance to the Erebor to say goodbye.

"There will be a big party tonight, songs will be sung, stories told, and our new King Thorin Oakenshield will become a legend." Balin said to Bilbo, who was about to leave the mountain.

"And the wedding between Tauriel and Kili will also be celebrated." Thorin added, who had appeared directly behind Balin. "And we owe that to you, that would not have been possible without you."

After a brief farewell, Anoth's group made their way to the Shire together with Bilbo and Gandalf. somehow Anoth had the feeling that maybe they had to step in a bit.

It was a few days later when they reached the border of the Shire and Gandalf separated from the group and went his own way.

Barely a day later, they had reached Bilbo's house. Just to be surprised when they found by an auctioneer in front of the house trying to get into the house. But did not get in there.

"Is there a problems?" Bilbo asked the auctioneer.

"Who are you?" the auctioneer asked as he turned around.

"Bilbo Baggins, this is my house."

"More than thirteen months have passed since your disappearance, meanwhile you have been declared dead, so if you are really Bilbo Baggins and not dead, can they prove that?"

"What?"

"Well, some piece of writing with her name on it." And so Bilbo fished out the contract he signed at the beginning of his trip and held it out to the auctioneer. "Who is this Thorin Oakenshield who has used her services?"

"The new king of Erebor." was Bilbo's brief answer. "And a close friend of mine."

That was obviously enough to convince the auctioneer that this auction will not take place any time soon. He hastily packed his things and made himself rare.

Now it was time for Anoth's group to say goodbye. And so they set off shortly thereafter for the Dragon Island.

There they settled with Ancalagon a few details before they left.

Two days later, they left this dimension to return in a few years.