Part 2: Desolation of Smaug

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Months had passed on our hero's journey. Thorin Oakenshield and his company of 12 dwarves, one wizard, one Hobbit, and one human girl continue on still. Their sights are set on the Lonely Mountain. A place where they plan to reclaim their home from the clutches of the fire-breathing dragon, Smaug. Still hopeful as she can be, the young human awaits the day to help the dwarves reclaim Erebor and then return to her own home.


*Molly's POV*

We both hide behind rocks as Bilbo peers over the top. The Orcs are not far behind us on our quest to reach Erebor. Just a few leagues over the pack search the mountain ranges trying desperately to reach us. The Pale Orc sniffs the air after our scent. Still, his words play in my mind "I will bathe in her blood."

Resting a hand on my shoulder, I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the Hobbit. He looks warily "We have to hurry back and tell the others."

I nod in agreement and we wait for the right moment to go. A noise not far to our left catches our attention. Bilbo and I look at one another as we hear a deep low growl. We duck to see a large bear unlike any other. It is much larger than any other bear I had seen and his golden eyes stare out over the cliff watching the Orcs. 

"Where on this good green earth...?" Bilbo mumbles petrified. 

The bear roars as if sending a warning to the orcs.  Bilbo and I run sneaking off and heading back down towards the company. As we make it down we stop breathing heavily. Thorin takes hold of my arm "Are you alright?"

Dwalin narrows his eyes "How close is the pack?"

Bilbo sighs "Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it." 

Dwalin huffs "Have the Wargs picked up our scent?" 

Bilbo shakes his head "Not yet, but they will; we have another problem." 

Gandalf steps forward "Did they see you? They saw you!" 

Bilbo shakes his head "No, that's not it." 

The wizard smiles "What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material." 

As everyone chuckles loudly causing too much noise for comfort Bilbo nudges me and points to everyone. I take a breath "Shut it!" 

Thorin stifles his laugh at my outburst but the rest of the company seems bewildered. Everyone falls silent and looks at Bilbo and me. The Hobbit sighs "Will you listen- Will you just listen? I'm trying to tell you that there is something else out there." 

They all look worried and Gandalf narrows his eyes "What form did it take? Like a bear?"

Bilbo nods "Ye..." He stops and looks curious at Gandalf "Y- yes. But bigger, much bigger."

Bofur speaks to Gandalf "You knew about this beast?" 

The wizard turns his back and the others converse.

 Bofur points "I say we double back." 

Thorin shakes his head "And be run down by a pack of Orcs." 

I watch as Gandalf turns back "There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge."

 Sighing Thorin closes his eyes "Whose house? Are they friend or foe?" 

Gandalf looks worried "Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us." 

We all look at one another in dismay. Thorin steps forward and now stands beside me  "What choice do we have?" 

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