Here we are folks, The Battle of Dale and the Siege of Erebor. I can't believe that I have now gotten to this point in my story. I am so thrilled that you all have stuck with me this long. Most of this part of the story I had to improvise on since I couldn't find much on the Battle itself. The research that myself and a few others did hadn't brought enough information for me to use. So please bear with me if I have changed a few things from canon to fit with part of the plot-lines.
Khuzdul.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hobbit or LOTR.
Just after Dusk, Erebor, Ramparts...
Standing at the top of the ramparts above the main gate of Erebor, the King Under the Mountain looks out at the valley between his kingdom and the city of Dale. Dressed in battle armor, Fili watches the people of Dale heading towards the safety of the Lonely Mountain. Their only source of light is the torches that both Men and Dwarves are using as a guide in the dark of the night.
"Adad?" A familiar voice speaks softly as footsteps move closer to Fili.
Turning to his head, Fili sees his oldest son standing before him in full armor as well. Deep in his heart, Fili can't help but wonder if anyone will survive the oncoming onslaught from the East. Just two days before, refugees from the Iron Hills had arrived, and with them news that the Iron Hills had fallen to the Easterlings armies of Sauron.
"It is quiet." Fili says as he looks back out into the night. His dark blonde hair and braids are blowing in the strong night breeze.
"The tension in the mountain is high. There are many dwarves wondering why you are allowing the people of Dale into the mountain."
Fili lets out a sigh before turning to face his son. "Balder. The Dwarves of Erebor know that we must band together when faced against the same foe. I received word from Kili that they are in Helm's Deep with an army from Isengard headed for them. My nadadith and his yâsith are fighting alongside the race of Men, and we shall do the same. All of us, whether we are Dwarves, Elves, or Men, are a part of this world. What affects one of us, affects us all."
Balder lets out a soft chuckle at Fili's little speech. "Now you are sounding like Irak'Amad, Inara."
"Well, she is very smart and has a good amount of common sense." Fili replies with a smirk on his face before letting it melt into a serious look. "Is there any news on Dain?"
"Freya says as long as an infection doesn't set in, he should survive. He was given a sedative and a pain tonic to help. She expects him to awaken sometime during the night or early morning hours." Balder answers. Taking a deep breath, Balder tries to calm his nerves. "How bad do you think this battle will be, Adad?"
"It isn't a battle, Balder. This is war. A war that has many different fronts, and this is where our front, our contribution to the war, will be." Fili places a hand on Balders' shoulder and looks at his sons' face. "I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but know this. I am proud to be your Adad, and I will always love you."
"Adad, I.."
"Promise me that you will be careful tomorrow on the battlefield. If I should fall, you are to get your namad, nadadith, and your cousins out of here. Take as many of our people as you can, and flee if the mountain is breached. Get as far away from here as you can. If you have to, seek refuge in Rivendell."
Balder, seeing how serious Fili is being, closes his eyes and nods his head in understanding of what his adad is asking of him. "I promise, adad." Balder whispers out, trying not to shed a tear.
Knowing that Balder will follow his orders, Fili pulls Balder to him and rests their foreheads together. He doesn't want to alarm his son, but Fili can't coddle him either. Balder is almost of age and is old enough to understand what will be happening tomorrow. 'Old enough to fight, but not old enough to make his way in the world yet.' Fili thinks to himself.
Fili releases Balder and watches his sons' face closely. He can see the distress, fear, and even anger warring upon it. Placing his hand against Balders' cheek, Fili gently strokes his thumb against the skin. This affectionate gesture causes Balder to open his eyes.
"You have my blessing, Balder." Fili states with a soft smile.
"What?" Balder asks in confusion as to what his adad is saying.
"Runila. Whatever happens, you both have my blessing." Fili replies before dropping his hand away from Balders' shoulder and cheek. Giving Balder a wink, Fili steps around his startled son and walks towards the steps that lead down from the ramparts. He is going to need to sleep if he is to function well on the battlefield.
'I wish you were here with me, Kili.' Fili thinks to himself as he heads to the Royal Halls for whatever rest he may get.
Erebor's Armory...
Dwalin and Nori are watching the steady stream of Dwarrow and Dam warriors move about the large room, searching for their armor and weapons. Neither dwarf is pleased to see so many young warriors, barely out of training, preparing for war.
"Half of them won't make it." Nori says with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"And those who do will not be the same." Dwalin says as he remembers a scene from the past that was very similar to this one. "Has Fili told the council who will rule if he perishes in battle?"
"Aye." Nori answers. "He has made a referendum that Rìka is to rule until Frerin returns. If Frerin doesn't, then till Durin returns. If neither of the lads return, then it is up to Rìka to rule."
"Poor lassie. She hasn't had the full extent of training that Frerin or Durin have received." Dwalin replies as he watches a certain dark-haired lad roaming around by the bows for the archers. 'Now what is that lad up to?' Dwalin thinks to himself.
"I am certain that Balder, being the next oldest besides Kelda, will watch out for his younger cousin who may become queen if things go bad in battle." Nori says just as he notices to where Dwalin's attention is focused. Letting out a chuckle, Nori slaps Dwalin on the upper back. "That one is as reckless as his adad. You best chase him off before he hurts himself, again."
The lad in question, who doesn't know he is being watched, is placing a bow over his shoulders and is now headed for the swords. There is already a quiver full of arrows attached to his hip thanks to a belt.
"Aye. Kili would never forgive me if I allowed his lad to fight." Dwalin says grumpily before moving away from Nori.
However, before Dwalin can reach young Kilian, someone else has come for the lad. The medium brown-haired, gray eyed lass moves swiftly through the mass of warriors with such easy. Her dark blue dress and skirts billowing out with her forceful movements. Her whole body language has the same powerful look to it as her adad.
Upon reaching Kilian, the lass takes hold of his upper arm and pulls with so much force that it almost looks as if she is dragging him across the floor. Leading them to the other side of structural pillar, the lass shoves Kilian up against the pillar. Out of sight of the others, but enough in sight for Dwalin to keep watch over them.
"Let me go, Rìka." Kilian growls out as he harshly brushes her hand from his arm. "The King needs every able-bodied dwarrow ready for battle."
"Were you dropped on your head as a babe, Kilian?" Rìka retorts in a harsh tone. "You aren't of age. No. I forbid you to go."
Kilian gets a grin on his face at watching Rìka trying to find ways to keep him from the fighting. Yet, deep down, Kilian wants to prove himself in battle. Not just to his parents and family, but to himself. That is why he must do this.
"You know that everyone will be needed. The Iron Hills fell, and they were supposed to be the best fighters." Kilian says detachedly, trying hard to hide just how nervous he was. Mustering his resolve, Kilian bows his head before reaching out to take hold of Rìka's hands with his own. The fingers of their joined hands lock together, and Kilian gives both hands a squeeze before raising his head slightly so that he can look into Rìka's gray eyes.
"I want you to promise me something, Bunnanunê." Kilian shyly whispers to Rìka while his thumbs caress the back of her hands.
"Anything, Hulwultarg."
"If I die tomorrow..." Kilian starts to say before being interrupted by Rìka.
"No. Please don't say that." Her gray eyes begin shine with unshed tears. "You won't be fighting tomorrow."
"Rìka, I must fight. I will not cower inside of this mountain as others fight in my place. It is my duty. Not just as a dwarrow, but as one of the many princes of Erebor. Now, please Rìka, promise me that if I perish that you will move on. Find someone who will love you." Kilian rests his forehead against Rìka's and draws her hands up so that they rest against his chest. Their hands still intertwined.
"I can't promise you that, Bâhzundushuh." Tears start to slowly roll down Rìka's cheeks. "I could never have another merlar. You are it for me, Kilian. You and no other."
Kilian gently chuckles before lifting his head so that he can press a kiss to Rìka's forehead. "As you are my merlar as well. I, too, will have no other."
"I will wait for your victorious return from battle, Bâhzundushuh. I will always wait for you."
Leaning up slightly, Rìka gives Kilian a passionate kiss that causes both of them to blush red as they kiss. Rìka sends up a silent prayer to Mahal for Kilian to return to her alive.
Dwalin who has watched their exchange from a distance, also blushes at the intensity of the kiss. Turning his eyes away, Dwalin lets out a sigh. 'Looks like those two will be needing to speak with their parents once this is all over. I don't think there has ever been a union between so close of cousins before.' Dwalin thinks to himself with some worry, forcing his eyebrows to furrow.
Erebor's Healing Halls...
There is a constant stream of movement throughout the healing halls in preparation for the upcoming battle. Several healers, assistants, and even a few young ones not old enough to fight are rushing about with materials. Already several injured refugees from the Iron Hills are lying on a few of the cots in one of the three large halls that make up the healing halls. Most of their injuries are superficial and easily treatable.
In one of the many private rooms in the healing halls, however, lays the gravely injured ruler of the Iron Hills. Dain Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills, had been carried to Erebor by his son and heir Thorin Stonehelm. It was during the fall of their kingdom, and leading those who were escaping, that Dain had been struck down and the lower part of his right leg was mangled. Thorin, who had witnessed the attack, rushed to Dain's side and defended him till the last of the royal guard were able to arrive. At the behest of the guards, Thorin had retreated with Dain as the last of the royal guards held the line for the escape. Thorin, while carrying Dain, had lead what remained of his people to Erebor. The Royal Guards of the Iron Hills stayed behind to hold the line and give the refugees time to flee. None of the Royal Guards survived.
Thorin is seated in a chair besides Dain's healing cot. His eyes still focusing on what is left of his King's right leg, which now stopped just above the knee. Thorin had not left his adad's side, even when Fili offered him a room to sleep in.
A shuffle of movement brings Thorin out of his watch, and he looks up to see two young dams enter the room. One with curly, golden brown hair, warm brown eyes, and the stature that blends those of dwarf and men. The other dam is shorter than the other, and has strawberry colored hair with hazel eyes that have a soft white film over the color. In one of her hands is a long staff with Khuzdul words carved in the wood. Both dams are wearing simple dresses of several different shades of brown.
"Sorry to disturb you, my lord." Freya says softly as she does a quick curtsy. "I came in to check on Lord Dain's leg for any sign of infection."
Thorin nods his head in understanding, and watches as Freya moves to the side of Dain's cot. He watches Freya as she carefully lifts the blanket from the lower half of Dain's body.
"You needn't worry, my lord. Freya is one of the best healers-in-training." The strawberry haired dam says from near the door way.
Thorin scowls at the dam as he speaks to her. "And just who are you?" His voice carries a harsh tone, as if one is scolding a child.
"I am Princess Maiti, daughter of King Thorin Oakenshield and Queen Inara." Maiti growls out in agitation. She isn't sure who this dwarrow thinks he is, but she has learned not to take any gruff from anyone.
Thorin's eyes become large at hearing this news. Like most dwarves from other lands, he was unaware that Oakenshield and his queen had produced another child. "I was unaware that there was another Princess born to Oakenshield." Thorin grumbles out as he looks over Maiti with heavy scrutiny. "Let alone one that has a weakness."
Maiti takes in a scathing breath before snapping back at heir of the Iron Hills. "At least I was taught some manners."
Thorin, already agitated from the lack of sleep and worry about his adad, rises up out of his chair with such force that it sends the chair screeching a few inches across the floor. "Are you questioning my honor, filth?" Thorin roars out as he moves towards Maiti. "Perhaps your parents should have rid themselves of such a useless and weak creature."
"My lord!" Freya shouts, stopping in the middle of cleansing the stump of Dain's leg.
Maiti puffs out her barely there chest and holds her head high. "Do you kiss your amad with that disgusting mouth of yours?"
Thorin comes to a stop just in front of the small dam, and glares down at her face. Yet before he can lean his face towards her, he finds a dagger being pressed against his pants and the top of the dam's staff just under his chin.
"It would do you well to keep your distance. Even though I am blind, I am not so weak. I've been trained by the best in Erebor." Maiti growls out, letting her temper show.
"Maiti." Freya calls from where she is now redressing Dain's leg. "It would not do to cause the heir of the Iron Hills to lose the ability to sire any bairns. I suggest you leave the room and go find Elleon or Vân."
"Very well." Maiti says as she withdraws the dagger and her staff. Slowly, but with expert hands, Maiti replaces the dagger from the hidden sheath along the inside of her lower arm. "Good evening, Freya."
As Maiti leaves the room, Thorin can't help but wonder how he missed the dam pulling out her blade. His attention, however, is pulled away by Freya approaching him.
"I apologize for my cousin's behavior. She has a hard time keeping her temper under control when people criticize her or her disability." Freya says as she pushes the now dirty bowl of water into Thorin's hands. "However, she was right."
Thorin scowls at Freya as he takes hold of the bowl. "About what?"
Freya walks to the door before turning around to face the heir of the Iron Hills. "That you are an ass that has no manners. My adad allowed your people refuge in his mountain, and yet you have not shown him or his people your gratitude."
"Your adad?" Thorin asks, wondering just who this dam's adad was.
"Yes. My adad is Fili, King Under the Mountain." Freya replies while pulling her body into a regal stance. "And you would do well to remember that."
Thorin watches, with some shock in his face, as this healer dam leaves the room. He now wishes he had not let his temper flare in front of not one, but two Princesses of Erebor.
"Nice goin', Inùdoy." Dain's rough voice says from where the Lord of the Iron Hills lying, having just woke up. "You have managed to anger two royal dams in such a short time."
Outside of the room, Freya walks towards the main doors of the Healing Halls where Maiti, Elleon, and Vân are standing. Elleon is trying to calm an angered Maiti, while Vân is pacing with a thunderous look upon his face.
Seeing Freya approach, Vân stops his pacing and hurries over to her with one of his hands on the hilt of his long sword.
"Where is that Rukhsul?" Vân growls out in anger.
"He is still with his lord. Do not worry, I reprimanded him myself." Freya answers. "It is getting late. You should all get some sleep. Where is Solen?"
Vân lets out a sigh before answering on where his cousin is. "He is comforting Yuri. She is worried about the outcome of the battle. Especially with Dori leaving with adad to go and retrieve amad."
"I see. Well, if you all are unable to sleep at home, you are welcome to stay with me here in the Healing Hall. Just stay out from under foot." Freya says before leaving her cousins to continue with her work.
Bofur and Aliena's rooms...
Sitting in a chair before the fireplace in the main room, Bofur stares into the flames. Uncertainty shines out from his eyes, and his hands shake slightly with nerves. Never before has Bofur felt scared before a battle, but the one coming in the morning doesn't feel right. He is so lost in his worries that he doesn't notice his yâsith taking a seat in the chair next to his.
"Tell me. What are you thinking about?" Aliena says softly as she reaches a wrinkled hand to place against his scruffy, gray-haired jaw.
Bofur closes his eyes and nuzzles against the hand on his jaw. Opening his eyes, he can see that Aliena is worried about him. Her brown eyes are still as dark as the day he first met her when she was a child. Her once brown hair has turned to a soft silver color with some dark gray tones mixed in. Age has caught up on her and now she looks close to his old age.
"Men lananubukhs menu, Mamahmarlûna." Bofur whispers against Aliena's palm before placing a kiss to it.
"You know that my Khuzdul is not as good as yours, love." Aliena chuckles out softly.
Bofur chuckles as well before taking Aliena's hand in his. He places a kiss to her knuckles before leaning towards her to kiss Aliena soundly. When their kiss ends, Bofur leans his forehead against hers and closes his eyes to try and memorize her features.
"You have not been this nervous since our wedding day and Tanis's birth." Aliena solemnly says to Bofur. "What are you thinking?"
"I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that the Iron Hills have fallen. What if we cannot hold the line tomorrow? What if Erebor falls as well?" Bofur replies before looking directly at Aliena. "What would happen to you and our bairns?"
Aliena chuckles at Bofur calling their three children bairns. The children are no longer babes, but young adults. Yet, Aliena understands why Bofur is concerned for them.
"Erebor will not fall, Bofur."
"Aliena, you cannot know that."
"Actually, I do. There are so many that live here that would lay down their lives to keep it from falling. You will not lose." Aliena says with a smile on her face.
"But if Erebor's gate is breached, I want you to take as many as you can, and escape through the hidden door. Tanis knows where it is, so he can lead you all there." Bofur says with surety. "Promise me this, Aliena."
"I promise, Bofur. If it will ease your conscious. But you must promise me something in return." Aliena says her eyes closed.
"What is it?" Bofur asks.
Opening her eyes, Aliena allows a few tears to trail down her face. "Promise me that you will come back to us. To me."
Bofur, seeing Aliena's distress shining from her eyes, pulls her off of her chair and into his lap. He holds her close as she weeps against his shoulder. "I promise lass. I will return to you and our family." Bofur says as he places kisses in her hair. Even though he has made this promise, he can't seem to quell the sinking feeling in his gut.
Unknown to the parents, the three children of Aliena and Bofur watch from a doorway. They had heard every word that was spoken between their parents, and each of them are too afraid to make their presence known. The youngest of the three, an exact replica of his adad in looks and personality, looks at his older two siblings.
"Will Adad come back from battle?" Bo asks them while not taking his eyes off of his parents.
"Of course he will." Raina replies. Her bright red hair is pulled back into a single, thick braid for sleeping in.
"You can't promise Bo that, Raina." Tanis growls out at his namad, his hazel eyes blazing with a held back temper. "No one knows what will happen in the morning. Now I suggest we get back to bed before adad and amad hear us."
"You three rascals better get over here and join us." Bofur calls out to the three children. He had heard them over Aliena's soft whimpers, and knows that this might be their last chance to be together.
The three children make their way to their parents, and at Bofur's gesturing wave, move together to create a group hug. The small family stays that way for a while, giving comfort to each other before heading back to bed.
The Hidden Door of Erebor...
"Balder, where are we going?" Runila asks as she holds the front of her skirts up slightly to keep from tripping.
"It's not too far now." Balder says as he looks up to the ceiling for a certain inscription that would show that they were near the hidden door.
Runila follows after Balder as he continues leading her somewhere important. He had pulled her away from one of weapons runs from the forge to the armory. Since Balder seemed to be anxious about her going with him, Runila had gone with him instead of returning to the forges. Willing to go with him, Runila has spent the last hour following Balder.
"Here we are. Runila, come quick." Balder says as he finally sees the inscription on the ceiling that Nori had told him about earlier. He turns and offers a hand to Runila as she comes closer to him.
"Where are you taking me?" Runila looks up to the ceiling before Balder pulls on her hand to lead her to a flat wall. "I don't understand. What is this?"
"Watch." Balder says before finding a secret, hidden switch that Thorin had installed in case of emergencies. Turning the switch causes the hidden door to open, which causes Runila to gasp and move closer to Balder. "Come."
Runila allows Balder to lead her out of the door and onto a small overlook on the mountain side. She is in awe of how a place a beautiful as this could be hidden away.
"Runila, promise me that if the battle turns for the worse you will lead my cousin Rìka, my family, and any others up here."
"Balder, there is no way to get down from here." Runila says as she gives his hand a squeeze.
Balder leads Runila to where, nearly sixty years earlier, Thorin and his company had climbed up to retake Erebor from the dragon.
"You can escape down if you follow the secret paths. From there, you can make your way to Mirkwood before making your way to Rivendell." Balder turns to look at Runila with a serious look upon his face. "If my adad falls, Rìka will lead our people till Frerin returns. So she must be protected at all costs."
Balder pulls out a dagger that he had made last week, which he was planning on using as a courting gift once he had Fili and Dwalin's consent. Fili gave his consent only two hours ago, but Balder has yet to ask Dwalin for his.
"Take this." Balder says as he hands the dagger to Runila.
Runila looks at the dagger with uncertainty in her eyes. She can see that the blade of the dagger is made of the last amounts of mithril. The pommel is of iron with silver wrapped on the handle with Khuzdul inscriptions of protection etched in the iron.
"Balder. I can't accept this." Runila replies hurriedly.
"This was meant to be my courting gift to you, but seeing as we will be seeing battle with a very strong foe, I wanted to give it to you now. Consider it a blade to use to protect my cousin." Balder says as he forces Runila's hand that he is holding, to take hold of the dagger. "My adad would sleep better knowing that he need not worry about Rìka's safety. It is considered a great honor to be asked this by your king."
"If that is what my king commands." Runila replies while trying hard not to weep at the thought of never seeing Balder again.
"It is. I, however, have a command for you." Balder says as he gently brushes a strand of her reddish brown hair. "If I don't make it, I want you to find someone."
"Balder. Don't talk like that." Runila says, locking her honey colored eyes to his blue ones. "There is only you in my heart. No other could ever take your place."
Balder chuckles before leaning his head towards her. He watches as Runila's eyes close, and then he closes the distance between them. He shyly places his lips to hers with barely any pressure at first. But as Runila lets out a gasp of surprise, Balder takes his chances and adds more pressure while trying to deepen the kiss. He feels Runila respond, and she adds more pressure to their kiss before having to break it to catch her breath.
Neither one opens their eyes, almost afraid to look at the other. So they kiss again, allowing themselves to become lost in their own little world. Runila wraps one arm under one of Balder's arms to grab the backside of his shoulder, while her other arm wraps around the back of his neck. Her hand taking hold of some of his blonde hair. Balder wraps one of his arms around Runila's lower back with the hand resting just above her bottom. His other arm stays close to Runila's shoulder as that hand dives into her hair, pulling her hair free from their braids.
They cling to each other while they kiss, until Balder feels one of Runila's hands wandering towards a certain place. He catches her wandering hand by gripping her wrist before having to break their kiss.
"We cannot, Zêzantê." Balder whispers against Runila's lips as he opens his eyes. "I would not bring you dishonor to you or your family. Not like this."
Runila, feeling the weight of Balder's words, flushes slightly before opening her eyes. "I understand."
"I don't think you do, Runila." Balder says before placing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "I would gladly have you, but not before we are married. Once the battle is won, will you wait for me?"
Runila nods her head gently before placing a kiss to the corner of Balder's mouth. "I will wait. Not only for your return, but for our wedding night. But I do have a request."
"Yes." Balder says as he tries to chase after Runila's fleeing lips with his.
Runila chuckles as Balder catches her lips for a quick kiss. "Will you lay with me tonight? Nothing that would dishonor me, but I would like to sleep in your arms for one night. Just in case if..." Runila looks down as she is afraid to end her sentence.
"Hey." Balder gently places a hand under her chin and lifts slightly so that he may look at her face. "I would be honored to, Runila. Nothing that would cause a scandal, but I would very much like to accept your request."
Giving Runila a smile, that is so like Fili's, Balder offers Runila his arm and leads her back inside of Erebor. It takes them an hour before they reach the Royal Halls, and Balder allows Runila to lead him to her own room. They sleep the rest of the night away. It isn't till first light that Balder rouses out of his sleep.
Morning...
Looking down, moving carefully not to wake Runila, Balder takes in the sight of a sleeping Runila. A small smile graces his face at seeing that Runila has an arm lying across his chest, while her head is resting against his collarbone. Being as slow as possible, as to not wake Runila up, Balder begins to run his right hand through her reddish brown hair. As he does this, Balder sends a silent prayer to Mahal, asking to be allowed to live so that he may wake every morning to this sight.
However, the tolling of the alarm bell pulls Balder out from his musings and he gently extradites himself from Runila's arms. Since he is still in full armor, he quietly leaves her room. Balder is unaware that as he is leaving, Runila is silently crying as she watches him leave.
This same scene plays out in nearly every home of every dwarrow and dam in Erebor. Wives watching their husbands leave for battle, a few husbands watching their wives leave for battle. Even children waking up to see one of their parents leave for battle.
For Bofur, Aliena and their three offspring walk with him to the main entrance before bidding him good luck in battle. Tanis, Raina, and Bo give Bofur quick hugs and Aliena tucks a small token, a ribbon with the color of Moria and his sigil stitched on it, into his wrist guards.
For Dwalin, he hands Karys Keeper and Grasper and gives her a nod. Then he turns to Fergys and hands him a sword that Balin used during the Battle of the Five Armies. Both of Dwalin's children understand the hidden meaning behind their adad giving them the weapons. Seeing that his children understand, Dwalin gives them a small smile before leaving them to stand with those who are not fighting, that are standing near the entrance to the Gallery of Kings.
For Nori, he is whispering into Yuri's ears while trying ease her sorrow. Being careful, Nori discreetly hands her a throwing knife that he had "borrowed" from Fili over thirty years earlier, and Ori's slingshot.
For Fili, he is standing silent with his cousins, children, and nephews surrounding him. Those who are not fighting are hugging those who are fighting. Out of all of the royal children Balder, Kilian, Vân, and Solen are fighting. Elleon, Maiti, Freya, and Rìka will be helping in the Healing Halls or helping keep those who can't fight safe.
So here is the set up for the battle of Dale and the Siege of Erebor. I decided on destroying the Iron Hills for a certain reason that will be explained after the events of Return of the King. Let me know what you all think.
If you have any questions, please ask them. I am always willing to answer them.
Reviews are welcomed, loved, and cherished.
Selene