The Hobbit/Lord of the rings: The prince's Witch. (Legolas X OC)

The beginning of a Hobbit's story

Third person's P.O.V:

'My dear Frodo.' Old Bilbo Baggins lights up one of his candles in the dark in his beloved home, 'You asked me once, And I've told you everything there was to know about my adventures.' He walks to his chest to look at his many things from his adventures, even his sword Sting.

'And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth. I may not have told you all of it.' He touches the scabbard of Sting, missing the good times. And takes out a book from under it, thinking of writing his many memories of his adventures in it, And goes to his study.

He opened his book, seeing a drawn picture of his younger self in those days. 'I have grown old now, Frodo.' He picks the picture up to look at it.

'I'm not the same hobbit I once was.' He sighs, remembering his old friend had drawn it, smiling at the great description. 'I think,' He puts the picture aside, and dips his quill in ink to write. 'It's time for you to know, what really happened.' He mumbles to himself very quietly to remember, then he writes.

'It began long ago, In a land far away to the east. The like of which you will not find in the world today.' The story began, showing the map of all Middle Earth, now at the location of Dale and Erebor. 'There was the city of Dale. It's markets known far and wide, Full of the bounties of fine and veil, Peaceful and Prosperous.'

Children and civilians wonder in the beautiful city of Dale, happy and at peace. 'For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle Earth, Erebor.' Now shows the great Dwarven kingdom under the mountain.

The Dwarf guards make way for their king and his son, 'Stronghold of Thror, King under the mountain, Mightiest of the Dwarf lords.' The king and his son look out of their walls, at peace knowing the kingdom still prospers along it's neighboring city.

Now inside the kingdom, shows the throne room with the king and his son Thrain, and his grandson, Thorin, 'Thror rule with utter surety. never doubting his house would endure, For his line lays secure in the lives of his son, And grandson.'

The Dwarves wonder inside under the mountain, still prospering in many findings within the mountain. 'Ah, Frodo. Erebor, built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. It's wealth lay in the earth, In precious gems hewn from rock, And in great seams of gold, running like rivers through stone.'

Many Dwarves mine inside the mountains, creating armor and weapons with their incredible smithing skills. 'The skill of Dwarves was unequaled, fashioning objects of great beauty. Out of Diamond, Emerald, Ruby, And Sapphire.'

The mining dwarves delve deeper into the mountain, mining the stone mountain walls and rocks. 'Ever they delved deeper down into the dark' Till one of the dwarves found something, moving the broke off rocks off to see a beautiful gem, shining in the mountain stones. 'And that is where they found it.'