The Boy Who Lived and the Hobbit. (A Harry Potter/Hobbit Crossover.)

Chapter 11: The Carrock.

Flashback: The Village of Bree.

Rain had fallen on the village of Bree at night time. Breed being the village on the borders of the Shire. And on that stormy night, Thorin had walked through the streets looking for food and shelter. So he walked up to the Prancing Pony Inn. An Inn that was largely known for where most people started their quests. 

The Prancing Pony was filled with pedestrians laughing and having drinks while ignoring the rain. All the while one of the Barmaids handed over a plate of bread and cheese and a mug of ale to Thorin. "Here you are."

"Thank you." Thorin thanked as the Bar maid walked away. Leaving Thorin to eat his food. He also looked around the scene. To his left was a bald man smoking a pipe and giving Thorin a glare. Thorin looked to his left to see another man giving him a death glare as well. Thorin could sense the tension, especially as the two men started to get up from their tables. Thorin had started to reach for his sword slowly.

But in front of Thorin sat a particular Wizard sat down in front of him. And to Thorin's surprise. "Mind if I join you?" Gandalf requested as he sat down. "I'll have the same." He told the bar maid as she passed. And the other two men stood down. 

And when the two have sat down. Another had joined. This Wizard had a beard like Gandalf. But with Blue Robes and a Phoenix with him. He also joined Gandalf and Thorin.

"Ah, Albus. You want something?" Gandalf asked.

"No thank you. I am quite all set." The Wizard, Albus Dumbledore assured. And both turned to Thorin.

"We should introduce ourselves, my name is Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey." Gandalf introduced.

"I know who you are. Not your friend." Thorin replied. 

"An old colleague from another world." Gandalf said.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore introduced himself. "And this is my Phoenix, Fawkes." 

Fawkes squawked at Thorin. "Charmed." Thorin replied to Fawkes specifically. He also noticed Dumbledore taking in the scenery. 

"This place rather reminds me of the Three Broomsticks back home." Dumbledore said. "Certainly a much different vibe than the Hog's Head managed by my brother, Aberforth." 

"Well now, this is a fine chance. What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree?" Gandalf inquired.

Thorin sighed. He may as well have told Gandalf and Dumbledore. "I received word that my Father had been seen wondering the wilds near Dunland." He answered. "I went looking. I found no sign."

"Ah, Thrain." Gandalf sighed. Which made Thorin open his eyes more. 

"You're like the others. You think he's dead." Thorin figured.

"Neither Gandalf nor I were there at the Battle of Moria." Dumbledore said.

"No. But I was." Thorin replied. "Thror, my Grandfather, slain. My Father led a charge towards the Gate, he never returned. Thrain is gone, they told me. He was one of the fallen. But at the end of that battle, I searched amongst the slain, till the last body. My Father was not amongst the dead." He informed.

"Thorin, it has been a long time since anything but rumor was heard of Thrain." Gandalf pointed out.

"He sill lives, I'm sure of it." Thorin insisted. 

But that was when Gandalf asked another question. "The Ring that your Grandfather wore. One of the seven given to the Dwarf Lords many years ago. What became of it?" He asked.