The Meet Of Men In The City Of Dale
The day was overcast as it reached the end of September; the grass and soil were moist from morning dew as Bilbo trotted along the forest to reach Dale, he wouldn't go through the lake due to not trying to draw attention to himself. Instead, he trotted along merrily with a soft smile as the birds greeted him in song and the insects tickled underneath the Earth to the soles of the bottom of his large feet. His blue eyes scanned the forest area as he searched for any sign of anyone, but he knew they were there watching him now. It was the presence of an Elf, a male. Bilbo sniffed the air and continued trotting along with his hands resting behind his head as he whistled to the birds who whistled back before vanishing.
"Why do you follow me?"Bilbo questioned as he came to a stop in the middle of the forest, he could see Dale not too far away just a few more kilometers away and he'd get there within the next hour or so. He felt the Elf stiffen at his voice and Bilbo turned around to wait for the Elf to pop up out of where he was hiding: the trees. Bilbo did not look up just yet, but instead kept walking slowly this time.
"I can hear you."Bilbo said as he touched a tree to his left and a bolt of energy was sent through it which caused the roots that were connected to all the trees to glow, even the ones that were even many kilometers away from where he stood in the forest. He twitched a branch which sent a rush of leaves falling in the distance behind him and he heard light steps grab and stand onto a further branch before Bilbo released his hand from the tree giving it a light pat before continuing on with the Elf following behind.
"You are not obeying the contract, you know? But I won't tell."Bilbo said as he trotted once more and he felt the Elf stop in his tracks. The Elf was walking away, back to The Woodland Realm and Bilbo could feel a familiar presence and now knew who it was that was following him.
"Master Baggins, I am sorry for not further introducing myself yesterday and please excuse Thranduil and Thorin. As you can see...they are very, thick-headed."Bard smiled sweetly as he pulled open a chair for Bilbo to be seated on which Bilbo obliged and blushed in embarrassment as his feet dangled due to the height of the chair.
Bilbo had reached Dale, he was guided to Lord Bards halls which was it's own building in the center of Dale, everything was very beautiful. There were many people, men, dwarves, and even some elves. No Hobbits. Bilbo watched the many people and had took in all of there faces and garments that adorned them. He was in truly in awe.
To think this place was every desolated by Smaug Bilbo heard Mehrunes speak after long silence.
Bilbo only hushed him which earned a stare from the two knights that were guiding him to the Great Hall which was a large building connected to several others, it was the building which Bard had found the army of Elves waiting outside as King Thranduil had come to help for a price of course. Bilbo stared at how beautiful it was, the steps were repaired and polished, the walls of the building were clean and not in shambles, the courtyard had two fountains with pristine water flowing through them from a water system connect through the city which fed off the clean lake. It was truly amazing as Bilbo looked to the knights that were lined up against the grand hallways where several scholars walked discussing debates on production and trade in such. Bilbo was led inside where he was led to the upper levels, there were around 5 different levels that served different purposes. Bilbo stood on the 4th level as he began to speak with Lord Bard in the Hall Of Kings just like Erebor, but it was smaller in size due to the Desolation Of Smaug.
Bilbo and Bard sat near a window in the room that looked over Dale and Erebor. In front of them was a medium sized polished table with tea mugs put on them and a plate of blueberry muffins which Bilbo wanted to eat but waited for Bard to allow him to. It would be rude if he just grabbed it and stuffed his face, but he eyed it before looked at Bard who began to explain.
"Alright, so in a meeting you will have word in what the Dwarves and what the Elves do, do not be intimidated by them. You can disagree with them if you wish to which you should or else it'll become very awkward. I will give you papers on the meetings to come, also when festivals that are to come, you will be in charge of the guest list and decorating and such, and finally when you go to meet the races, bring about the files that are assigned to them. Also, I will give you a form that will go over the details of what to report from each part of the Kingdoms. I wish to speak with you about Lord Elrond, mostly."Bilbo shuddered nervously at the last part and he turned his attention to the window before sipping the large cup of honey tea, his eyebrows scrunched together in mock confusion as he waited for Bard.
"Lord Elrond seems very intent on your success in the endeavor of bringing the two races together, he speaks of war to come to all the land and not war between Men, Dwarf, or Elf, but a war made up of darkness and fiends not of this world. Do you know of what he speaks of?"Bilbo grabbed a muffin and took a bite as it tasted slightly cold, but still delicious and he washed it down with some tea as he licked his lips and turned his direction back to the slightly aged Bard who's eyes squinted in question revealing his age marks.
"Yes, I do."Bilbo admitted as he placed the tea back on the table and moved his feet that dangled from the large chair, Bard gave a low sigh as he cocked his head to the right, earning a low crack of the muscle before he balled his hands together in a fist.
"This makes things, rather more uncomfortable. The two races are to not know of this as Lord Elrond stated which I am sure you are aware of?"Bard said as he looked deeply into the Hobbits deep blue eyes which looked into his own shade of blue with content.
"I am aware of the matter, but why did he discuss it with you? Are we to prepare if it is to come earlier than expected? Or...that is what we are doing. I see."Bilbo figured out the files and the vistings between each race, he and Bard were to build up the strength of both nations to bring them into the final act of unity to fight against this Evil which would come soon and plague the land, Bilbo could feel several faraway lands being drained of life as he sat speaking with Bard.
"You are clever, for such a young one you are,"Bilbo gave him a look of annoyance at the compliment which Bard chuckled lowly. "Yes, it is as you think it is. I and you are to work in bringing these King's to realization of the world around, not just the world within there kingdoms. I will build my men strong and mighty, all the while, venturing to far lands to recruit more Men, Elves, and Dwarves to unite in the Seal of Cosmos. You will be in charge here, in getting the King's to trust you and you word, which will take time, but I am quite sure you will succeed; also study the land around that fathers our Kingdoms beyond the Mirkwood even, to figure every point of direction which can be protected. Lord Elrond's determined that The Witch King is coming here directly for something in particular, but he says we need not know what it is for he cannot even harvest the power within nor destroy it, but he is not clear as to why The Witch King is to come for this. It does not matter for the time being anyway, we must focus at what is at hand, for all we know this could be something within Dol Guldur."Bard explained as Bilbo stilled at the mention of 'particular', he was coming for him and The Dune which he possessed deep inside of him, but it is impossible for anyone to extract it since he was sealed to it forever. No one could harness and yet live, but he was alive.
"You are right, I will scout about. I will bring these hard headed Races to see reason in the coming time, which is burning up rather quickly, but we must be patient on this particular task, if word was to slip to at least one of them...Eru only knows what matter of Chaos might ensue. We don't need that. I don't need that."Bilbo explained as he rolled his eyes at picturing the King's sloppy panicking to rally there men at a force they did not know, but had the pride enough to believe they knew. Bilbo shook his head in thought as Bard nodded and rubbed his beard as he pointed to several papers layed out on the table that were covered in Westron letters and some in Elvish which he explain further in detail before sliding up another file that had thick Khudzul letter over the brown leather case which was held together by leather strips bounding the sandy pages with bold Khudzul letters covering different sections.
"This is the Dwarven Decree Of Laws and this is what I could confiscate of Dwarven History between the Elves and War, but you will be able to find more specific information within their large Library known as the Hall of Books and Scripts. It sounds much more legendary when it is said in Khudzul, but only they would know and you, I suppose."Bard explained as he scanned through the few pages titled with different Decrees and he joked at the knowledge of Bilbo being aware of the language of Elves and Dwarves.
"It does sound better when said in Khudzul..,but anyway, the Elves do not seem to be as innocent as they seem, do they?"Bilbo inquired as he moved the brown leather bound of Dwarven Decrees to the right side of him where his Honey tea lay and he picked up a thin bound leather book where cursive Sindarin was imprinted into the red hard cover as Bilbo laced his fingers over the cover undoing the string from the circular wood that latched closed.
"No, they are not. The Elves have been in turmoil over regaining the Mirkwood from the plague that has haunted it for many years, but in the process, King Thranduil has done things that are beyond the line of right. His actions have been angering King Thorin and it is not the Mirkwood that is angering Thorin, but the fact of the alliance between them and the rights that are written between it. King Thranduil has ignored all invitations to Erebor, he has refused to trade with Thorin, and he has not shown up at any meeting between us; here in Dale. Not just that, but he ordered for several Dwarves to be executed that had passed through the Mirkwood and even came close to the Woodland Realm. I believe paranoia plagues him, but he is much to clever for that. I fear something far worst. King Thranduil may be trying to take complete domination as the superior race and since the Dwarves are back and growing strong in their race, Thranduil feels the worst may come. Such as..."Bard trailed of as he informed Bilbo of the Elves while rubbing his goatee as Bilbo only silently listened to Bard as his his small hands still rests on the open pages of the Sindarin writings in cursive.
"A dragon?"Bilbo stated dumbly as he shook his head at the thought only for him stop instantly still as he remembered Mehrunes was a dragon. Bilbo cleared his throat as he cocked his head quickly back to look to the window as he made a click with his tongue.
"The likely hood of that happening is impossible, I can guarantee that, don't ask me how but I can."Bilbo said with a laugh as he shifted in his seat and licked his dry lips before turning to look at Bard who looked at him incredulously. Bilbo was about to speak until Bard cut him off with a large hand as he nodded his head with the close of his eyes before looking once again with a warm smile.
"Are all you Hobbits as confident? I mean, you seem to be very mature for your age, Master Baggins."Bard admitted as he shook his head in apology after words before Bilbo only sighed.
"No, no,no, you see I am 19 but in an equivalent of that I've lived around 30 years, so I am 30 years old in a Humans life span, but in a Hobbit well, it's complicated, but I am not as young as I look."Bilbo stated as he admitted being 30 when he was actually near 40 now, but he couldn't say that because of the fact that The Dune is what kept him so young, so he'd usually say that he was 19 when in reality he is actually around 36 years old.
"So you've lived 30 years already?"Bard questioned in slight disbelief as Bilbo shook his head and clapped his hands together.
"That is not the point. I can guarantee, there will be no dragon. Not yet, anyway."Bilbo stated as he leaned back in the large cherry oak chair, Bard only stood up pushing back his own chair to the floor as he slammed his fist on the table which alarmed Bilbo as Bard wore a determined stare.
"What do you mean, yet?! I will not stand by and see another dragon desolate this city once again!"Bard raised his voice slightly as Bilbo stood back in his chair wincing at the change in character of Bard before he squeaked out.
"There will be no Dragon,"Bard ceased as his shoulders relaxed and Bilbo came forward in his chair as he rested his balled fists together onto the table and turned his head to look at them before looking at Bard with a steady gaze.
"Do as we discussed. Gather the men and build up the weaponry to be able to pierce through any armor."Bilbo said as Bard only stood there before picking up his chair and setting it back up before seating once more with a sigh as his bones slightly ached.
"I am sorry for that. I understand, then. How is it you know this, if I may ask?"Bard apologized before he nodded a few moments before asking Bilbo the question which he was not allowed to answer and Bilbo only drank his tea before sliding off the large chair as his feet made a silent touch with the carpet that lied under the table and chairs.
"Everything will be alright, there is no need to worry."Bilbo said to Bard with his hands on his hips as he bowed to Bard before taking his leave of Dale and back to The Shore of Esgaroth where in the forest his home awaited his arrival.
The Forest was a small patch that surrounded The Shore of Esgaroth that stretched around the Mirkwoods outer surface, it wasn't that large, but long as it stretched all the way near Dale before it ceased and the rocky terrain of the Lonely Mountain came in to play. The lighting of the forest was green and held some wildlife but due to Bilbo's arrival, many more animals ventured to where he rest. Many new plants stood about in the arrival of the new Bag-End which Bilbo had not given a name just yet since he hadn't finished it. He and Beorn had worked on it, of course Bilbo bended the dirt apart and dug into to make room for the wood that would be installed by him and Beorn. He had even lifted up the ground in the same way Bag-End sat inside a burrow with a large patch of dirt and grass over it, making it cozy and the warmth of Hobbit homes being built underground. This new home would be called something else, but Bilbo just couldn't think of a respectable name for it just yet as he walked through the forest as he held a finger to his lips in thought before he suddenly felt a presence not to far from him.
'Some one is here...'Bilbo thought as he walked on farther carefully as the large mound in the ground came into view with pale softwood supporting the mound, as it went in a curved shaped around the mounds opening all the way into the small crevice of the soils surface. It was to hold the mound up until they'd finish with the clay production to make the walling since his house was not made up of wood on the outside but of hard clay which he would mold the wall up together before putting a thin type of wood walling inside the home. The door was a bit more trickier to craft, but Beorn wouldn't be leaving him until a few more days, so he had enough help and Bilbo had his little branch tent which sat in a tree that surrounded his small mound in the ground which stood out like a sore thumb with in the narrow forests.
'Wait a minute...'Bilbo thought as he neared the entrance of the mounds opening where the two wood planks divided wide enough to fit a large man. Bilbo turned to look at the animals which surrounded the home, before he noticed a bunny and he turned fully to the entrance to find Beorn crouched down with several tools by his side as he worked on the parlour where Bilbo's fireplace would be. Several small rocks made of different ore stood about hims as he carved them out with a hot knife where in front of him stood a indent in the muddy wall where the chimney would exhale, he was already getting started on putting it together seeing as he had installed some of the flooring in for the entrance and parlour, the rest was still moist soil; mud.
"Beorn!"Bilbo exclaimed happily as he trotted over to him and Beorn dropped his tools to greet the Hobbit in a warm sweaty hug. Bilbo grimaced slightly at the scent of Beorn, but hugged him anyway seeing as Beorn had left him for three days now. Bilbo released himself from the embrace and looked to Beorn who wore a small smile on his stern features.
"Bunny,"Beorn started as Bilbo only made a snort in annoyance. "I have news from Lord Elrond, but it is not exactly good."Beorn said as he sat criss crossed now with his head forward not wanting to tilt his head as if his neck would touch the ceiling. Bilbo wore a worried expression now as his eyebrow's crunched together in confusion and his smile fell as his eyes only stared at Beorn with slight worry.
"W-What do you mean?"Bilbo questioned nervously as he moved slightly where he stood. Beorn stood dressed with his old garb about that hung over his shoulders and split down the middle stopping at his solar plexus, down below he wore his high waisted pants and his large feet were bare and crusted with dirt.
"Gandalf has received a rumor of some sort stating that The Dune holds more than we all might think, he says that far into the EntenMoors there lays something dormant related only to The Dune and can be found only by the holder, since it is blind to others who cross it. You must search it out, at this very moment..."Beorn trailed off as he let the Hobbit take in all that he had just said and Bilbo only swallowed dryly as he looked to his hands in question before he darted his eyes back and forth.
"What will happen here? The Dwarves? The Elves? What of them?"Bilbo questioned with slight concern as he thought of the two races who were hanging by a small thread; he had looked up from his hands to Beorn with his mouth a gape and his eyes full of question.
"They will be fine, Gandalf will be making his return in your absence, he will guide these two fools into reason in your temporary absence. But you must go...alone."Beorn said. Bilbo was slightly relieved before he heard the last part, the EntenMoors were filled with dangerous creatures: Trolls, Beasts, Monsters, Werewolves,and even the Undead that walked. The EntenMoors was not a place where Bilbo wanted to go at all, especially alone, but when didn't he have to go alone this whole journey so far he's been by himself. A bachelor with no friends, but a kind heart to all that he met, even those who did not accept him.
"The EntenMoors...what is it that lays there?"Bilbo questioned as he swallowed his fear, The Dune would protect him, there was no way he could die or else the two deity's would die with him and the cycle may stop or take another age to be reborn. Beorn only shook his head as he placed his right index finger on the dusted flooring and drew out a map of Middle Earth.
"He does not know, but you will...when you get there. He senses something is amiss with The Dune, something which Mehrunes and Ethenia are unaware of...you must go, quickly."Beorn said seriously as he pointed to a drawing of the EntenMoors and tapped it softly with his knuckle. Bilbo only looked to the drawing before closing his eyes and he reopened them to see the once more sad world.
It was full of silence, the air was chilling, it smelled of Death, and it felt of rage and sadness. Bilbo stood standing on ash, the ground was made up of dark ash mixed with grey, the trees were burnt to a crisp and had no leaves, the sky was darkened and out layed a full white moon which Bilbo hadn't noticed the first time he stood in this world of his Deity. It represented Mehrunes ability, his burden. It was a large world, he could make out large mountains, hills, and rivers, but Bilbo did not dare step in the water for it was black and smelled of Blood. Bilbo walked as a large cave came into view, it's outer surface was moist, but Bilbo couldn't imagine it raining in a world like this. He couldn't make out anything within it, but he knew there lay the Dragon.
"You come for answers, yet you do not guarantee the words of the Wizard?"Mehrunes echoed darkly from deep within, Bilbo could almost feel his breath as it blew toward him, barely knocking him a few steps back.
"T-That is not what I think..."Bilbo said hesitantly as he once more took a few steps forward only for the Dragon to shift and the ground shook as he did so which shook Bilbo who crouched down clutching to the ash below him.
"Do not come to me, you will know when you get there."Mehrunes said ruffly as he opened his eyes and Bilbo met his strong Sapphire that was full of rage and blazed with hate upon Bilbo who looked back at him with a blank look.
"You know then?"Bilbo questioned as he tilted his head to the right as he pieced together the Dragons intentions and Mehrunes only growled loudly and Bilbo only stood his ground in stubbornness of not knowing.
"You know, but you do not tell me."Bilbo stated as his voice grew and Mehrunes quickly shifted his head out of the cave and faced Bilbo, his large mouth twice the size of the Lake of Esgaroth and his head larger than the forest. Bilbo's air had been released from his lungs as he stood face to face with Mehrunes, the ancient Dragon from the First Age of War. His mouth opened to reveal large teeth, sharper than any sword.
"DO NOT TEST ME BOY!"He snarled into Bilbo's face who was pushed back from the force and tumbled over roots of burnt trees and landed on his back with a loud crack as he quickly looked to the Dark Dragon who arose from the cave where he had been asleep. Bilbo held his right arm in defense as Mehrunes walked slowly over to him with a dark gaze, before he stopped.
"I'd tell you if it weren't for these damned FOOLS!"He roared loudly as his belly grew hot with a blue hue and he spat blue flames which lit up the cold dark world and Bilbo took in the light which touched the land. It was a battlefield, carcasses, corpses, weapons, armor, and blood was soaked and littered about the land, large carcasses of beasts which were not of this world. Bilbo stared in horror as his curls blew about his face that was littered with cuts from the dangerous blow, his roar was the sound of a thousand blades crashing together, the sound of battle cries and screams, and the sound of Death itself.
"I will head out, then."Bilbo said as he reopened his eyes to Beorn who looked at him calmly before Bilbo put a hand to his knee and arose up from where he sat and held his hands over his suspenders as he bucked his stomach out.
"I shall go, please do tell Gandalf, hello, for me, will you?"Bilbo questioned and Beorn only nodded with a smile as Bilbo walked out of the construction site and climbed up the tree where his makeshift tent of branches stood; he opened the branch door and crouched inside and grabbed his pack and rolled up his blanket witch he burrowed himself each and every night he stood in the forest. It was made of sheeps wool and dyed in grey with white wool surrounding the hooded opening where his head would lay exposed. He looked about the small square box for anything else he needed and his eyes fell upon the small acorn which he picked up and put in his pocket before heading down the tree.
He saluted Beorn and grabbed a few seeds from the plants he grew about the mound, he grabbed a few fruits and nuts, he went to the fresh lake where he scooped up fresh water into his three water jugs which went over his neck and lay about the side of his waist in rope binding. He grabbed a long stick that lay on the shore and used it as a walking stick as he made his way through the forest once more. He'd have to cross the Grey Mountains and pass into the Misty Mountains where Goblins lurked about and Bilbo only shook his head in disgust as he kept walking. It would take about a two month period to finish what ever he'd find in the EntenMoors and he was hoping it wasn't anything drastic which would change...well, him.
"Here I come."Bilbo said to himself as he scrunched his face from the sunlight as he made his way out of the forest and onto the rough terrain, he could see The Lonely Mountain and barely make out Dale as he stood a far. He was going around the Mirkwood once again.
"What do you bring?"King Thranduil said with his back turned to his son who stood behind him. King Thranduil once more stood at his large balcony which looked over the Mirkwood and The Lonely Mountain, his eyes cold and emotionless as the pink sky bounced off the red leaves of the tree. The room was large and beautiful crafted of nature, the walls were that of the inside of a tree, the ground was that of smooth stone with designs of elegance for Elves, and furniture that of branches. King Thranduil stood dressed in his silken robes which were white and hung about his shoulders over his garments underneath which were hidden from sight; Legolas, his only son, stood in a soldiers garment which was green and hooded as he took off the hood and his features that of his fathers looked to his father with a hard gaze.
"He knew I was there."Legolas said in disbelief as King Thranduil only closed his eyes and then reopening them as he pursed his lips apart.
"Did he?"King Thranduil questioned awaiting his sons defense.
"I was not even within anywhere near him, I was high in the trees, there was no way he could see me or hear me, but yet he knew I was there."Legolas said in his defense as his father's eyes hardened before they relaxed as he sensed Tauriel's arrival.
"The Wizard known as Gandalf The Grey is requesting our presence in Dale, once again."Tauriel bowed to King Thranduil who turned around to face both Legolas and Tauriel who looked to him for a response.
"The Wizard...I do not like Wizards."King Thranduil whispered before his nostrils flared as his expression turned to anger as he turned away from the two elves who only looked to eachother before looking back to their King who kept his back once more to the two of them.
"Let us go then, we won't want to keep him waiting."King Thranduil said darkly as he stormed off to the left toward his chambers as Legolas and Tauriel only stared before retreating to there duties.
"My Kin will not suffer due to your meddling."King Thranduil said darkly as he walked calmly down the Elven Corridors which were beautiful, embossed with long swirled branches and several greens sprouting about in several high corners.
The halls of Erebor were large and grand with statues of Dwarven knights, the ceilings were high for such a small race, but the Mountain now hearty with many people. The Dwarves of Erebor once more was back to its strong name and impenetrable Kingdom.
"Thorin, Gandalf is here to see us."Balin announced as he walked into Thorin's study which was massive in size, filled with book cases that towered over, and a large hearth where two love seats sat with the company of a small stone table. Thorin turned from the papers he was looking through at a desk he sat at on a large deck further into the room where more cases of books stood much shorter than the others, they were made of a dark wood with metal put into the edges to not preserve it as they stood aligned with eachother on the walls surrounding the deck where the King sat.
"Gandalf..."Thorin said; his cerulean eyes in confusion before he stood from the desk and walked down the steps to meet Balin by the door where two knights stood out in front of it guarding both sides, they were dressed in dark plates with large helmets covering there faces, there beards resting against the hard dark plates as they held large war hammers in their hands.
The Hall of Kings was a grand room where Thorin had confronted the Dragon and attempted to burn him with Gold before it escaped to Lake Town where Bard The Bowman slayed the Dragon with a Black Arrow. Thorin had the gold which hardened into the floor removed for it disturbed him greatly, the room was now bright, the pillars high as they arched into eachother where more statues of Dwarves stood aligned and long threaded signs of Khudzul and embroidered Dwarven insignia.
The King and his company stood all in the room, aged by 10 years as they looked to eachother in question as they awaited the Wizards words, which would not be good knowing from previous experience.
"King Thorin, it is good to see you well."Gandalf spoke as he a small smile graced his bearded lips and aged face, his watery blue eyes looking into the cerulean stormed blue.
"As it is to you. Why have you come? I am sure it was not for a reunion."Thorin said as he wanted to get to the bottom of why the Wizard was asking for his company.
"I am afraid not."Gandalf said before he gave Thorin a look which Thorin knew all too well and Thorin said.
"Where is the Hobbit?"
Okay, this was finished for a long time, but I was going over a lot of notes I wrote for the story I plan on writing but I'm doing a lot of research and reading into several books which are related to what Tolkien derived from.
So it's going to take me a while before I publish the next few chapters seeing as I'm planning them out to be awesome and very detailed. Since I live in the States; in the schools I've attended they do not teach you much on the English vocabulary thoroughly. So now I've been diving into English tomes of old vocabulary and history and such. Anyway, I do enjoy writing these ideas of Bilbo as being the courageous Hobbit which Tolkien wrote about.
So I will develop there characters such as Tolkien did, the funny thing too about this, is that I've never read the book so I'm getting all this off the movie, but I do plan on reading the book so that I can get an even better understanding of the way he wrote and what he wanted to do with the characters.
So please bear with me if you like well written planned stories. Obviously as I said this story is for my own benefit to get better at writing, but if you like it, then it is flattering.
A review was questioned as to why I reduced Bilbo's age and I do understand where your coming from, so I decided to change it back to him being 50 but instead he's like close to 40, but he looks exactly the same. Just a bit more fresh in the face and slim, not saying Martin Freeman is fat. But if you like to picture Bilbo as portrayed by Martin Freeman than yeah he does look identical to him in the story. Sorry for the confusion.
People do Fuck up.
As for the concept art, I am currently working on the Forest of Esgaroth, so I will upload that on my deviant art as soon as I am done with that, so If you want to see my crappy imagination of what I am writing go ahead.
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