Silveria joins the battle for the lonely mountain and shows that not all dragons are evil and that even tho a dark lord creates them, it doesn't mean they'll serve him. She reunites with some she never thought would be friends and flys to the silver...
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In Erebor, Thorin gazes upon the throne, over which the Arkenstone had been inlaid before it was lost. He speaks to Balin, Dwalin, and Bilbo, behind him. "It is here in these halls - I know it." Dwalin then speaks up. "We have searched and searched..." Throin snaps back, "Not well enough!". "Thorin, we all would see the stone returned," Dwalin says calmly. "And yet, it is still not FOUND!" Throin bellows. "Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here?" Balin says suddenly, making Throin turn and slowly walk toward them.
"The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people." Balin ads. "It is the King's Jewel," Thorin says, then begins shouting. "AM I NOT THE KING?!" As Thorin turns away, Balin, Dwalin, and Bilbo look uneasy. "Know this - If anyone should find it and withhold it from me, I will be avenged," Throin says. As he walks away, Bilbo looks very disgruntled.
Balin is in a quiet corner somewhere, breathing deeply as if he had been weeping. Bilbo finds him. "Dragon-sickness - I've seen it before. That look. That terrible need. It is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo. It sent his grandfather mad." He says. "Balin, if-if Thorin...had the Arkenstone..." Bilbo slightly cocks his head, and Balin looks surprised, understanding Bilbo's implication. "...if it was found - Would it help?" Balin shakes his head. "That stone crowns all. It is the summit of this great wealth, bestowing power upon he who bears it. Will it stay his madness? No, lad; I fear it would make it worse. Perhaps it should remain lost." He says and raises his eyebrows at Bilbo.
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Bilbo is sitting on a bench in a hall. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls something out. Thorin, walking in an adjoining hallway, sees the action. "What is that?!" He bellows, and just as he strides rapidly toward Bilbo, a gush of powerful winds takes their attention. In front of the mountain gate, Silveria lands. She's grown since they saw her last. She looks up and meets their eyes. They see her chest heave as she shrinks, and her elven form is placed there instead. She walks into the mountain, Throin and Bilbo continue their conversation.
"Show me," Throin says. Bilbo holds out his hand, and in it is an acorn. "I picked it up in Beorn's garden." He explains. What they don't know is that Silveria is standing a little away from them in the shadows, listing to their words. Her face softens as she sees the tiny acorn. She doesn't turn aorund but stands still and continues to listen. "You've carried it all this way," Throin says, and Bilbo nods subtly. "I'm gonna plant it in my garden, in Bag End." Thorin's anger fades, and he smiles fondly at Bilbo. "That's a poor price to take back to the Shire." He sates. "One day, it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember - Remember everything that happened, the good, the bad. And how lucky I am that I made it home." They smile at each other. Bilbo prepares to speak.
"Thorin, I..." Suddenly, Dwalin comes up and interrupts. "Thorin, survivors...from Laketown. They are streaming into Dale. There are hundreds of them." Thorin's smile fades into a stern, uncompromising face. Silveria sighs as she stands still a few minutes more. "Call everyone to the gate," Throin calls and strides off, shouting. "TO THE GATE! NOW!" ➳
