CHAPTER 4- Alliances or Grudges
The next day Dain sent out invitations to the kings of the races that we joined together with two years ago to defeat the orcs. The replies came quickly. All that were invited agreed to meet in a few days time. This included Bard from Laketown who was the killer of Smaug, Thranduil of the Wood Elves, and Gandalf (Though he was not the king of the wizards, he was a great help). There was still no certainty of an alliance, but Dain seemed to become a little more hopeful.
The days following the replies went quickly, even with the threat of dragon fire looming over us, as there was still much to do. The survivors were stable, but still not able to return home. They all began to get restless, especially the children, but there was not much we could do except try to entertain them as much as possible.
On the day of the meeting, each of the three men arrived one by one. Thranduil was exactly on time. He nodded as he passed me, but the speck of disrespect in his eyes was clear. Bard came next, greeting me by name. Gandalf was last, as usual. He smiled at me, but I could see that he was concerned. They all filed into Dain's throne room and disappeared as the big doors closed with a resounding thud.
Waiting for the meeting to end seemed to have taken a fortnight. I knew they had to make an alliance, but I was not fully convinced that Thranduil would agree to it. Finally, the men exited, showing no emotion. Once they had passed, I bolted into the throne room where Dain still remained. He looked grim and my heart fell to my feet.
"I hate that Thranduil," Dain said, seething.
"He wouldn't agree to it?" I asked sadly
"Oh, he agreed to make an alliance, but only because he fears that the dragon will attack his own, not because he cares about us."
"Did the others say yes as well?" My spirits flew.
"Yes. The people of Laketown and Gandalf will join us and the...elves," Dain spat out the word 'elves' as if it were dirt in his mouth.
"Not all the elves are like Thranduil and we would not have won the Battle of Five Armies without them beside us," I tried to explain, though I understood his rage.
"Maybe, but Thranduil does not have the right to show disrespect to me. Now, I must begin to plan for battle."
I took that as a signal for me to leave and went back to help care for the Norwall survivors. I hated waiting. Waiting to hear about Fili and Kili two years ago. Waiting like a worm on a hook for a dragon attack. But there was nothing I could do. I just hoped that the armies would come quickly, before the dragon.
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