I hope you like the story so far. I don't own The Hobbit or Assassins Creed. They belong to Tolkien and Ubisoft.
This is Black Speech
This is Elvish
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'I'm in for it this time.' Edward thought.
"Fear. Your Grandfather reeked of it." The strange wolf rider spoke in a language Edward didn't understand.
"It cannot be." One of the men said as he seemed to weep.
"As do you Thorin son of Thrain." The rider spoke again.
"That one is mine!" The rider spoke to his men, pointing at one of the men with his mace. "Kill the others!" It roared causing the wolves and their riders to attack the bases of the trees. The first trees to get attack started to creak and lean.
"Sorry, that's not happening." Edward said pulling out a pistol and keeping one hand on the tree. He aimed his pistol at the attacking wolves and fired. One wolf fell dead to another deadly projectile and the others momentarily halted but the damage was done. Edward pulled out another pistol but before he could fire the tree started to fall. He leaped to the one behind it and whirled around. He raised his pistol and shot another one but this time they attacked.
Soon the tree Edward was on started falling and he leapt to the last one grabbing onto the branch and pulling himself up. The tree sat on the very edge of the cliff and was starting to lean down over the valley below. Edward positioned himself on another branch. He started to reload his pistols as a hail of flaming pine cones flew down towards their attackers. The men cheered as the wolves pulled back away from the blaze, some very much on fire.
Then the tree started to collapse and was now almost horizontal over the valley. Edward pulled himself up into a crouching position on his branch. He heard one of the men shout.
"Mister Gandalf!" The man cried. He was gripping a branch as he precariously hung over the cliff with another man holding onto his leg. Edward looked back as the men fell from the branch they were holding onto. The man with the staff quickly brought his staff down and the upper man caught it.
Edward shifted his attention to the man running straight down the center of the weary tree. Right at the white wolf rider. The man brought up his sword and arm shield ready to fight but the wolf pounced on him knocking him to the ground. The determined man got up but before he could do anything the wolf passed by and the rider slammed him in the chest with his mace. The wolf stopped and turned around. The rider sighed in a wicked grin as his wolf sunk his teeth into the brave but foolish man. His companions started shouting and tried to climb up onto the tree but the man slammed his swords handguard into the wolf's face causing it to throw him towards the cliff.
"Bring me his head." The rider ordered one of his men. The man, if you could call it that, dismounted and drew his scimitar and walked over towards the man. Edward reached for his blow gun but was brushed by the little man who impaled the wolf, who ran down the trunk of the tree, short sword drawn. He ran at the creature who was about to behead the dwarf and yelled, crashing into the thing he over powered it and plunged his sword into its chest. Edward quickly got up onto the center of the tree and drew his swords and started running. The little man stood protectively over the other, sword raised. Edward raised his swords and impaled two of the advancing attackers. Another ran forward, sword raised high but Edward parried and put his blade into the creature's chest. Edward recovered into his fighting stance and several of the men stormed in from the tree. The rider on the white wolf then urged his beast towards Kenway.
Edward ran towards the wolf and just before they met, Edward leapt towards and untouched tree. He propelled himself sideways and soared over the wolf. He parried the riders attack with one sword and slit the throat of the wolf with the other. Edward landed on his feet and looked up to see the rider tumble off the carcass of his white wolf.
The hideous creature, Azog, stood to his full height. Easily a foot taller than Edward. He was covered in pink scars resembling claw marks all over his chest. His right forearm was gone and had been replaced by a metal claw which bore a battle mace. The creature roared its disapproval and charged towards the pirate. Edward brought his sword up to meet a viscous swing.
Edward quickly realized his error when his sword went flying out of his hand and he followed suit. Edward hit the ground and tumbled towards the cliff edge. He caught the root of a tree and pulled himself up. Azog was walking towards Kenway with a malicious smile. Edward picked up his fallen sword and prepared to fight again. Azog charged again and made a horizontal swipe. Edward ducked and rolled to Azog's left. He came up and split Azog's thigh with a quick swipe of his blade. Azog roared in pain and rage as Edward hopped to his feet and backed up.
The cry of an eagle split the air and both factions looked to the sky as massive eagles descended. They were brown in color but carried an air of majesty as they descended in the representation of guardian angels. They attacked the wolf riders, taking many in their large, sharp talons and tossing them to their death in the valley far below. Some eagles fanned the fires of the small battlefield like a massive bellows that grew into a roaring firestorm and killed yet more of the riders
"How in the seven seas?!" Edward said utterly dumbfounded by what he saw. He turned to see Azog charge at him again but his vision was then jolted to the side as he was enveloped in the claws of an eagle. The massive bird carried him away from the blazing battle field. Edward then felt the grip of the eagle loosen.
"Jaysus!" Edward cried before he fell. The bird dropped him and Edward started cursing the bird but then he fell with a thud onto the back of another eagle. He looked around and saw the other dwarves and the man with the pointy hat and staff were flying with him.
Edward looked around the area he was currently over.
"I must be dreaming." He said to himself.
"Why is that?" Edward jumped with a yelp of surprise.
"Who said that?" He looked around but none of the other people looked at him. The eagle then looked back at its rider.
"I did my friend." Edward went slack-jawed.
"You…can talk?" He thought he was dreaming.
"No, I can't. I speak." The bird quipped in reply.
"Hilarious, who are you?" Edward asked, somewhat regaining his stability.
"I am Belaram. I serve Gwaihir, The Windlord. You are most welcome for you rescue." Belaram declared.
"I didn't say thank you." Edward replied.
"I know you meant it." Belaram quipped.
"Who is the old man in the grey?" Edward asked.
"That is Gandalf the Grey. Do be careful in your appraisal of him. He is not the man he appears to be." Belaram answered.
"Great, I am killed, brought back, attacked by giant wolves and ugly men…"
"Wargs and Orcs." Belaram corrected.
"Whatever, and now I am taking advice from a giant, talking eagle. What the…" Edward was about to release a flow of curse words but he was jerked to his left, almost falling off.
"It would not do to curse in the presence of eagles." Belaram warned.
"How…" Edward then quickly shut his mouth.
"Thank you." Belaram then jovially replied.
"Where are you taking us?" Edward asked.
"To Carrock, a stone outcropping on this side of the Misty Mountains. The stairs were built by the skin changer himself. You will be safe there." Belaram replied.
Edward tried not to think about these 'Misty Mountains' or 'Skin Changer' all that did was make him think he was insane.
Eventually Belaram brought him down to a strange stone tower. It sat in the center of a forest as a massive pedestal. Edward noticed the large staircase that Belaram mentioned. He slid off of Belaram's back and expressed his thanks. The great eagle gave Edward a regal nod and took to the sky once more.
Another eagle then dropped a man down and took off again. The man was limp and his large sword clattered to the ground. Edward recognized him. He was the one who attacked Azog and the white warg.
"Thorin!" Gandalf yelled running to the man who got mauled by the white rider. He put his hands over the man's expressionless and unconscious face and started murmuring. 'Thorin' awoke with a start and the other men who had been dropped off by the eagles began to cheer.
'These men are rather short compared to this Gandalf and even me.' Edward thought. He then noticed another man apart from the group. He was shorter than the rest of them.
"You." Thorin said in anger looking at the little one. "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed. Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would have no placed amongst us." The accused man flinched at the last part. "I have never been so wrong." Thorin said pulling the other into a hug.
"I'm sorry I doubted you." He said.
"No, no I would have doubted me too. I'm not a warrior. I'm just a hobbit" The other replied.
"But you." Thorin said looking at Edward causing the whole company to look at the pirate.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I feel like that question is a shared thought." Edward replied.
"Come on my boy give us your name, you were quite a help." The tall man asked.
"My name is Edward Kenway." Edward said rubbing his head.
"So you decided to go pleasure walking on a goblin infested mountain?" Thorin said incredulously.
"It doesn't matter we should be glad he helped." The tall man said.
"I am Gandalf the Grey." He said with a bow.
"This here is Thorin." He said gesturing to Thorin. "And this is Bilbo." He said putting a hand on the 'hobbit'.
"This is all very nice but what the hell are you?!" Edward exclaimed.
"We are Dwarves!" Thorin spat defensively. "Say what you want about our stature boy!"
Edward reached for his sword. "Stop!" Gandalf boomed.
"Thorin, you are a king. This is not how you treat an ally. And you." Gandalf glared at Kenway.
"Keep your tongue under control. Taking it is more than within my power to do." Gandalf threatened.
Edward gave a glare to Thorin but release his grip of his blade.
"We are not here to be your enemy master Kenway." Gandalf explained. "These dwarves are travelling to reclaim their homeland. A quest to slay a dragon."
"That's all good and nice but I think the more important question is why those things tried to kill you back there." Edward snapped.
"Well why don't you-"
"Silence!" Gandalf shouted. "I believe that, considering the circumstances, Master Kenway has more to explain."
"Your quest nearly got me killed! Now I am the one that has to explain?" Edward looked at the old man.
"I am assuming that your actions put you on that mountain, and considering your more than advanced weaponry you are not from Middle Earth-"
"Wait!" Edward cut off. "Middle Earth?"
"Yes, the very ground you stand on." Gandalf replied with a quizzical expression.
Edward turned and kicked the stone pile near him.
"Damn you Roberts! Damn you to the deepest circle of Hell!"
"What has happened to you?" He asked.
"I'm still figuring that out." Edward said smacking himself on the head.
"Breaking your skull over the matter will not help. Unless you wish to kill yourself and with your sorry attitude and demeanor I find that a not entirely negative concept." Gandalf rebuked.
"Sit down." Gandalf ordered as if he was bossing around a child. "Explain yourself."
Edward was rather shocked at the demeanor of this elderly man.
"I was trying to find a place of riches and glory. I got there with the help of Bartholomew Roberts. I was betrayed by him and he stabbed me. We are both pirates, we pillage and burn but he was a traitor pure and simple."
The dwarves had turned to their own business as Gandalf talked through the last few hours of Kenway's experiences.
"So Roberts is now lying dead in a cave somewhere and here I am." Edward finished.
Gandalf straightened himself and looked at the pirate.
"So you are telling me that you are a murderous pirate who found a powerful object beyond your control and killed a man over it and now came to Middle Earth from another realm?"
"Yes, I know it is crazy but it is the truth." Edward finished.
"It is not crazy." Gandalf replied. "When you have walked as many lifetimes as I have, you see crazy as a point of view more than a description."
Edward didn't reply but looked at the dwarves. They were looking off into the distance.
"Birds are returning to the mountain." One of the dwarves spoke with a deep Scottish accent. As he noticed a small airborne form flying towards a single mountain in the distance.
"That is a thrush." Gandalf pointed out.
"We'll take is as a sign, a good omen." Throrin said looking at Bilbo.
"Yes, I do believe the worst is behind us." Bilbo said.
"So you say you are a pirate." Thorin turned to Kenway.
"That is one thing you can call me." Edward replied.
"How did you get here? Those things that shoot fire are not from Middle Earth." Thorin inquired.
"I assure you he is trustworthy. He is from a realm beyond Middle Earth." Gandalf intervened.
"You don't need to speak for me. I don't know how I got here, but I am not going back anytime soon and I get bored very fast.
"Thorin, he is a more than capable warrior. With his weapons there may be a better chance against the dragon." Gandalf pleaded.
Thorin was about to reply but Edward cut him off.
"You mean there is a real dragon? I thought you meant that as a figure of speech."
"No, no, the dragon is real, and it's huge." Another dwarf piped up.
"If you're too scared we can just kill it on our own then." Thorin challenged.
"I will come along on the merry quest then." Edward spoke, accepting the dwarf's dare. "But what can be offered to me?"
"Treasure, a sea of gold." Thorin answered. Gandalf was somewhat perturbed by the tone that Thorin used.
"Done." Edward replied.
"Well then you need to sign this." A white haired dwarf spoke pulling out a quill and paper.
"The name is Balin, at your service." He said with a short bow after Edward signed.
"And this is." Balin said taking a deep breath. "Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Fili, Kili, Bifir, Bofur, Bombur, and my brother Dwalin." Balin said gesturing to each dwarf as he rattled off their names.
"I'll…try, to remember." Edward said.
"Now my friends, we all know each other now. Let us move on before Azog and his Orcs find us." Gandalf said in a rather creepily cheerful manner.
"His what?" Edward said.
"Here in Middle Earth, Orcs die, men and elves cry and dwarves drink themselves dry. You'll learn laddy. Just try not to die along the way." Bofur happily chirped.
"Alright then." Edward said. 'What have I gotten myself into?' He thought.
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Please review. Anyone notice the 'War in the North' cameo?