Me: Hey! I've been sick, and I've had free time, so I thought I would get another chapter or two out. Enjoy!
Bilbo: Tolkien owns the original hobbit, Movies directed by Peter Jackson, and our poor Demitrti here owns nothing but the slight changes in the plot.
Bilbo sighed in relief and held himself up, by leaning onto his knees. As everyone got out of thier sacks, and were untied, They rushed over to Bilbo. Oin rushed over first to check to se if there was any damage. The way the trolls held Bilbo, he could have easily gotten a dislocated shoulder.
Oin sat Bilbo down and said, "There ye are, let me check ya over."
Bilbo nodded, and winced when his arms were prodded at. Oin smiled some, and let Bilbo stand up again.
"It's just some bruising, he'll be fine." Oin assured.
All of the company gave sighs of relief, Thorin the most relieved of all.
Thorin walked over to Bilbo, "You must be careful hobbit, you could have gotten killed!"
Bilbo looked to him uncertain how to feel about the accousing tone, that was also filled with relief and concern.
Bilbo just nodded, "Sure..."
Bilbo was still just trying to calm himself down from the experience. Thorin noticed and hugged him. The rest of the company join in the hugging of thier precious burglar.
Bilbo was blushing a little at the utter care shown for him just now, adrenaline wearing off.
"We should regroup with Gandalf and look for thier lodgings. Im sure there's bound to be something useful in it." Thorin dictated once the hug was done.
Gandalf walked over and lead thorin away from the company. While to the side both noticed Bilbo being overwhelmed by, mainly Kili and Fili, the whole company.
"Thorin, it is worrying that mountain trolls came down from the mountain. Did you tell anyone else of your quest?" Gandalf questioned.
"No one else, I sware. I would not risk this company, nor Bilbo's lives more than it already is." Thorin told Gandalf.
Gandalf nodded, and walked back. "We are to look for the trolls residence, stay in pairs. Let's find it quickly."
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Not an hour later the cave was found and all of the company was inside, exploring the riches within. Three of the company was digging a hole to place a chest of gold, as Gandalf and thorin examined the swords.
Thorin picked up one sword examining it, "This wasn't made by any dwarf..."
Gandalf examined another one, "Nor any smith among men... This is an Elvish blade, from the first age." As Thorin was about to put the blade back Gandalf added, "You would not find a better blade to serve you."
Thorin unsheaths it, and grumbles to himself about it being elvish, but decent.
As everyone exits the cave, a rustling could be heard coming towards them. An elvish male came tumbling down with brown hair, blue eyes, an a pale enough complextion. He tumbles into a tree and shakes his head, trying to stop the dizziness.
Gandalf walks over cautiosly, "And who might you be!? A spy?"
The elf quickly stands up shaking his head, "No! no! I'm safe! I was running from some orcs and ended up tumbling down the hill! Actually. I've lost my way now. Could you help? The only thing I remember is that Im a wizard, and an elf. My hat I think had my name in it."
All the company looked to the poor elf confused.
Gandalf hummed. "You aren't a blue wizard are you?... Either way we should be going! You said orcs were chasing you!"
At that moment another voice and person come out of the forrest to the other side. Thorin and the company make a circle with Bilbo in the middle. The elf jumps behind Gandalf seemingly scared. Everyone pauses to look at him for a second, before Gandlaf walks over to the short male.
"Radaghast! Radaghast the brown!" Gandalf smiles in relief.
"Gandalf!..." The brown wizard exclaims.
As the two get closer They start to talk of a ghost and some sort of sword. Thorin looks to the elf who is slowly inching closer to the company.
"Who might you be, elf?" Thorin asks harshly.
The elf jumps, "I think... Im Faeron. Im 1,600 years old, nice to meet you!" He quickly explains.
Thorin jumped at the age, and name. "You aren't related to Elder the Fae, are you? A great dragon slayer of the north? "
Faeron tilts his head to the side, "Who?... I told you, I don't remember much... Last thing I remember is being with my Picklez, and somehow we got seperated. Now I'm being chased by orcs, and lost as can be. "
Bilbo looks to him, "I'm not familiar with a Picklez..."
Gandalf finished his conversation with Radaghast and turned to the Elf.
"My poor young one... You said your name was Faeron?... And hold old are you?" Gandalf questions.
"I'm 1,600 years old, yep." Faeron confirms.
Gandalf sighes, "no wonder your such a mess. You aren't nearly old enough to go on an adventure! Your barely an adult! And a wizard... who are your parents?"
Faeron shakes his head, "I don't remember... the only person I had who I considered family was a hobbit named Picklez."
Gandalf humms at the knowledge, before stopping at a high pitched howl.
"Are those wolves?" Bilbo asks frightened.
Kili and Fili hugged Bilbo, "Those aren't wolves..."
Gandalf gulps, and radaghast runs over. "I can distract them! Run!"
Gandalf returns with, "Those are gundabad worgs!They'll catch you."
Radaghast smirks, "these are ruskerbell rabbits. I'd like to see them try!"
With that radaghast hops onto his sled and catches thier attention, as the company runs.
As the chase ensues, the company hides behind rocks, and quickly moves when they can. One worg smelled thier scent and tracked to their location. Kili quickly shoots the orc with an arrow, and the company kills the worg and orc as fast as they can.
With that Gandalf quickly takes then to an entrance to a valley. Thorin looks to gandalf with a questioning look.
"Where are you taking us?" Thorin asks as they run.
Gandalf doesn't answer only, lead them and get everyone into the entrance.
Once everyon was safe, one dward called out, "Theres a path! Do we follow it?"
Another responded, "Follow it of course!"
With that everyone makes it down the path, and Gandalf introduces the city before them. "Welcome to the Vally of Imladris or in common tongue..."
Faeron, and Bilbo at the same time translate, "Rivendale."
Thorin looks at both of them oldly, Both Bilbo and Faeron blushed. Thorin shook his head muttering to himself, "I have my one. I rufuse to love an elf."
Gandalf said, "It is important to be tactful in our greetings. That's why I'll do the talking."
Everyone shrugged an alright at that.
As they walked up to the entrance, Lindir greeted them. "Welcome Gandalf, and company..."
As he saw Faeron, he blinked a frew times. "Um... Gandalf... Is... Elder the fae... You are aware of him yes?... How he went missing."
Gandalf looked to Lindir, "I am... I never saw him though... why?"
Lindir whispered to gandalf in elvish, "Whui na- ho traveling with cin? Ho should n- back in i an, ben even still lost. How did cin rad- hon?"
Gandalf looked confused. "He lost his memories. He believes his name is Faeron, and for now he is joining our company."
Lindir smiled turning back to the company, "My apoligies for the wait. Please come inside for food, while we discuss your travels."
Thorin nodded slowly. "Of course..." He barely got out as nice as possible.
As everyone walked by Faeron could hear Lindir speak to him in his mind, "Welcome brother, may your stay be pleasant."
Faeron smiled, still a little jumpy and awkward at his situation.
Me: Another chapter done! Whoo! Also~ You met the elf that's in the description! I own him! He's my OC! Same with his history! No stealing unless I get credit!
Thorin: R and R!
Bilbo: Enjoy!
Translations:
*Whui na- ho traveling with cin? Ho should n- back in i an, ben even still lost. How did cin rad- hon?
Why is he traveling with you? He should be back in the north, or even still lost. How did you find him?