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

☯︎︎ 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖 ☯︎︎

"I warned you. Did I not warn you what come of with Dwarves? Now they've done it. They've woken the dragon! They've brought an apocalypse upon our heads!" The master cries. "Come on. Quickly. Quickly. Faster now... I 'm to evacuate. Careful, man! Never mind the books. Get on!"

"But, sire, should we not try to save the town?" Alfrid asks, faking sympathy.

"The town is lost - Save the gold!" The master shouts out.

"You heard him. Get a move on," Alfrid orders.

I zone out of the vision and see another one. The dwarves and Tauriel!

 "Da. Da!" Tilda and Singrid

 "He hit it! He hit the dragon! He did!" Kill, still wounded exclaims from the distance  at Bard shooting at the dragon.

"No," Tauriel replies.

"He hit his mark! I saw!" Kili insists.

"His arrows cannot pierce its hide. I fear nothing will," Tauriel replies.

" What are you doing? Come back!" A dwarf exclaims as Bain runs out of the boat.

"Bain! Bain! Bain! Get back here! Bain!" His sisters cry out.

"Leave him. We cannot go back..." Tauriel replies, sadly.

I gasp as I come back from my vision. Legolas looks at me confused. "I have to go. Tauriel is leading the dwarves out,"  I tell him. He looks confused but nods. I get off my horse and hurry into the fire.

 I climb onto the tall lighthouse, following Bain.

 "Bain!" Bard exclaims.

 "Dad!"

"Bain! What are you doing? You were supposed to leave!"

"I came to help you," Bain replies.

"No! Nothing can stop it now,"

"This might." I come up behind them and gesture to the Black Arrown in Bain's hands.

"Bain. You go back. You get out of here. Now,"

"Dad! No! Stop, stop!" Bain protests.

"Who are you... that would stand against me?" Smaug comes up behind us. "Now, that is a pity. What will you do now... Bowman and Destined Queen? You are... forsaken. No help will come. Now's our chance! Go! Go! Head for the open water! Is that... your child? You cannot... save him from the fire. He Will... burn!"

" Stay still, son. Stay still," Bard tries to calm down Bain while I look into Smaug's eyes with fury of my own.

"Tell me... wretch how now shall you challenge me? You have nothing left... but your... ...death!" Smaug exclaims.

Bard takes his bow, along with the Black Arrow, balancing it on Bain's shoulder. "Bain. Look at me. You look at me. Little to your left. That's it. Bain! Hold on!"

 As Bard shoots, I use my power to make it more powerful. In the sky, Smaug falls down. In relief, I hug Bain tightly and let out a small chuckle.

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"These are dry. You'll need them," An old women lends a blanket to a family. There were many corpses around from the fire.

"Thank you," Someone thanks.

 "Oi! Give me one of them. I'll catch my death... in this cold!" Alfred exclaims.

"Find your own! You're not in charge, Alfrid Lickspittle!" The woman shouts.

"You are wrong. In the absence of the Master... ...the power cedes to his deputy... which in this instance is my good self. Now give me that blanket!"

"Master's deputy? Don't make me laugh. You're a sneak-thief. I'll be dead before... I answer to you!" The old woman retorts. Alfred goes to fight the woman but Bard and I come up behind him.

"Maybe that can be arranged," I say quietly.

"I wouldn't go turning on your own, Alfrid. Not now," Bard adds.

"Da!" Tilda and Sigrid exclaim happily.

"Come here! You're alive. It's all right, darling," Bard hugs his children tight. I smile at the sweet scene.

"It was Bard! He killed the dragon! I saw it with me own eyes. He brought the beast down! shit him dead... with a Black Arrow. Thank you, Bard! Good man. Thank you! You've saved us all! Bless you. All hail to the Dragon-Slayer! All hail... King Bard! I have said it many times. This is a man of noble stock. A born leader!" Alfrid yells, and I scowl.

 "Do not call me that. I'm not Master... of this town. Where is he? Where's the Master?" Bard asks.

"Halfway down the Anduin. With all our coin, I don't doubt. You would know. You helped him empty... the treasury," The same old woman from earlier shouts.

"No. I tried to stop him," Alfrid lies.

"Liar! Cheat! You're a mongrel!"

" I begged. I pleaded,"

"Away with him! Tar him!" The crowd exclaims.

" I said, "Master... no! Think of the children." Hang him! "Will nobody think of the children?" 

"To the tree with him! Hang him hard! Take him down!" The crowd starts beating him up but I step in.

 "Enough! Let him go! Let him go! Look around you! Have you not... had your fill of death?" I ask them, pointing at he corpses.

"Winter is upon us. We must look to our own. To the sick and the helpless. Those who can stand, tend to the wounded. Those who have strength, follow me. We must salvage what we can," Bard instructs.

"What then? What'll we do then?" Someone asks.

"We find shelter,"