No Place Like Home (Kili Fanfiction - Book 2) - SLOWLY EDITING!!

Chapter 12 - Getting Caught

The sun went down and Thorin quietly led us all out of the house and down to the armory. Some of the Dwarves made a staircase with their bodies that led to an open window, giving the rest of us the chance to climb up them. Nori was the first to go, running towards the group and jumping through the window. I was next, but quickly changed into my bird form and flying through. I landed as soon as the next person had come through. As quickly and quietly as we could, we grabbed weapons off of the racks, piling them into Kili's arms, which I knew was a bad idea.

"You alright?" Thorin asked him.

He nodded his head, "Yeah, I can manage. Let's just get out of here." I watched as he moved towards the staircase and went down a few steps before losing his footing and falling, sending the weapons to the ground with a loud clanking. It was quiet before we heard guards shouting. Turning, I found a sword settled at my throat. The guards grabbed us by our collars, pushing us out of the armory as some of the Dwarves started protesting. Walking past the houses, I noticed faces in the windows and heads sticking out of doorways. We were pushed and pulled as we followed a guard to the tallest building in the town. Coming to a stop in front of a staircase, the doors opened up revealing a fat man with a balding head.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded, shrugging his coat on.

"We caught them stealing weapons, sire," the guard in the front of the group spoke.

"Enemies of the state, eh?"

"A bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, sire." A man with greasy hair and bad teeth stood next to who I assumed was the Master of Laketown. His eyes scanned through all of our faces. His eyes passed over mine and onto Kili's before quickly looking back at me. The look in his eye made me shudder in disgust as I growled lowly at him. I felt a nudge in my side and looked up to see Kili giving me a look, warning me not to do anything.

"Hold your tongue!" Dwalin snapped, stepping forward. "You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal. This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!" The crowd started whispering to each other as Thorin stepped forward, putting a hand on Dwalin's shoulder.

"We are the Dwarves of Erebor. We have come to reclaim our homeland. I remember this town in the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake," Thorin explained, looking around at the buildings and the people surrounding us. "This was the center of all trade in the North! I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the Dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the Halls of Erebor!" The crowd started cheering and Thorin turned, looking up at the Master.

"Death!" A voice shouted from the crowd. "That is what you will bring upon us! Dragon fire and ruin," Bard spoke as he pushed through to the front of the group. "If you waken that beast it will destroy us all."

"You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this: if we succeed, all will share in the wealth of the mountain. You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!" Those words really seemed to get the crowd excited; they started cheering louder than before.

"All of you! Listen to me! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale? Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a Mountain King so driven by greed he could not see beyond his own desire!"

"Now, now. We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame. Let us not forget that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast," the Master disclosed.

"It's true, sire. We all know the story. Arrow after arrow, he shot. Each one missing its mark," the greasy-haired man recalled.

Bard slowly walked up to Thorin, glaring down at him, "you have no right, no right to enter that mountain."

"I have the only right," Thorin retorted, turning. "I speak to the Master of the Men of the Lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people? What say you?" The Master looked around at all of the people in the crowd before looking back at Thorin.

"I say unto you...welcome! Welcome! And thrice, welcome! King Under The Mountain," he yelled, the crowd roaring with excitement.

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