[1] Mesmerized - The Elvish Ranger In The Company (Legolas)

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  I am awake when I am out down on solid ground and stretch with a large yawn, before alerted by people calling Thorin's name in a frenzy.  The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. Dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze.

 Sitting up, I see Mithrandir walk past me towards Thorin.  Gandalf places his hand on Thorin's face and whispers a spell. Thorin's eyes flutter open and he gasps for air. He speaks weakly.

  "The halfling?"

 "It's all right. Bilbo is here. He's quiet safe." Mithrandir  says,

By now, the other dwarves have all been landed on the Carrock, and they surround the wounded Thorin. Dwalin and Kili help Thorin up. However, once he's up, he shrugs them off and approaches Bilbo.

"You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?"
Thorin advances until he is face to face with Bilbo, who looks worried and frightened.

     "I've never been so wrong in all my life!" Thorin grabs Bilbo and embraces him deeply. The other dwarves cheer loudly and slap each other on the back. Gandalf and I  smile. Bilbo, looking quite surprised, hugs Thorin back.  "I am sorry I doubted you."

 "No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar." Bilbo says.
As everyone chuckles, the Eagles fly away, screeching. Thorin looks beyond Bilbo and sees something; he strides forward, and the others follow his gaze.

 "Is that what I think it is? Bilbo asks.

In the distance, on the horizon, they see the outline of a single, solitary mountain. "Erebor—The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth," I say in wonder.

"Our home." Thorin says, proud.

A bird cheeps and flies by. "A raven! The birds are returning to the mountain." Oin exclaims. 
More birdsong is heard.

 "That, my dear Oin, is a thrush." Mithrandir says, chuckling.

"But we'll take it as a sign a good omen." I interject as the dwarves smile.

 "You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us." Bilbo says.  The Company looks on at the Lonely Mountain as the sun comes up behind us.

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