𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒: 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑮 | FINISHED

~30: Sometimes a strom is just a storm

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The people of lake town prepare for war as they collect swords and sharpen them. Suddenly, they jumped out of the way of the thundering of hooves as Gandalf the gray gallops into town. "Let me through!" He calls, "Make way!" He then dismounts his horse looking around in surprise as he sees men drilling with swords and elves dressed in armor. Suddenly the shadow of Alfrid appears and calls to the gray pilgrim, "No, No, NO! Oi! You - pointy hat!"

Gandalf turns to look at the more petite man with a stern look. "Yes, you. We don't want any tramps, beggars, or vagabonds around here. We got enough trouble without the likes of you. Off you go! On your horse." The weasel didn't seem so affected by the wizard's cold stare, but he was. Indeed. "Who's in charge here?!" Gandalf beans, and Tatsuo and Bard walk up. "Who is asking?" The bowman asks, and the woman of the beast smiles " 'tis Gandalf the gray. He's a friend kind mine master bowman. Let's take him to the elf king," she says, and Bard nods. Together they lead the gray wizard toward the king's tent.

Later they're all in the tent of the elven king. Gandalf's pacing back and forth is angered by the king's distrust in his council.  "You must set aside your petty grievances with the dwarves. War is coming! The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied. You're ALL in mortal danger!" The gray wizard exclaims, and Tatsuo walks to him, stilling him with a hand on his shoulder. "What are you talking about?" Bard questioned, looking at the two magical beings.

"I can see you know nothing of wizards. They are like winter thunder on a wild wind rolling in from a distance, breaking hard in alarm. But sometimes a storm is just a storm." Thranduil says and pours himself a cup of wine. He offers one to Bard, who takes it and then glances at Tatsuo. "You want some, my lady?" He asked to which the lady of dragons shook her head "no elf king, I need no such thing," she said with a smile. Thranduil dipped his head then Gandalf spoke up.

"Not this time. Armies of orcs are on the move. And these are fighters! They have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength."

"Why show his hand now?" The elven king questioned, looming over at the grey wizard. "Because we forced him! We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland. The dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor; Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them. His master seeks control of the mountain. Not just for the treasure within, but for where it lies, its strategic position." Gandalf explains, and Tatsuo sighs.

"The dwarves are doomed," she whispers, but then a look of determination stunk into her facial expression, "unless... we aid them" Thranduil and Gandalf looked at her as well as Bard. "What do you mean, my lady?" Bard asked, and Tatsuo looked at him "wait and see, bowman. Wait and see...."

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"Since when has my council counted for so little? What do you think I'm trying to do?!" Gandalf bellows at the king of elves, and Tatsuo watches in utter calmness. "I think you're trying to save your dwarvish friends. And I admire your loyalty to them, but it does not dissuade me from my course. You started this, Mithrandir. You will forgive me if I finish it." Thranduil says and then walks to the tent's opening, calling to oke guard, "Are the archers in position?" He asks.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Give the order. If anything moves on that mountain - kill it!" The elf king says, then turns back to Tatsuo and Gandalf. When he speaks, his eyes are on the lady of dragons  "The dwarves are out of time."

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Cliff hanger sorry

-Saph