Angels on the Moon (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

ALISSYANNA POV

“What is the meaning of this?!” A man yelled, we had been led in to the heart of the town, he was the Master, clearly, I could tell just by his clothes.

“We caught them stealing weapons sire.” A guard said, gripping my arm tighter.

“Ah, enemies of the state then.” The Master said, his eyes scanning each of us.

“This is a bunch of mercenaries if ever there was, sire.” Another man said, Alfrid, the mad who almost blew our cover in the barrels.

“Hold your tongue. You do not know to whom you speak. This is no common criminal; this is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!” The crowed murmured.

“Thorin, don’t do it.”

“We are the dwarves of Erebor.”

“Thorin, shut up, you’re gonna get us killed!” I whispered at him, weaseling away from the guard. He of course ignored me.

“We have come to reclaim our homeland. I remember this town and the great days of old. Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake! This was the center of all trade in the North.” What an idiot. “I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!” The people cheered, clapped, and got all too excited, god I needed him to shut up!

“Death! That is what you will bring upon us. Dragon-fire and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all.” Bard bellowed, stepping around the crowed, thank gods someone with sense.

“You can listen to this nay sayer, but I promise you this. If we succeed, all will share in the wealth of the mountain.” Everyone cheered. I felt my stomach churn and knot, he was lying, I knew he was, just like his grandfather, greedy. “You will have enough gold to rebuild Escoroth ten times over!” Everyone again cheered. No, what was he doing?! The Master looked very pleased with this, no crap!

“All of you! Listen to me! You must listen! Have you forgotten what happened to Dale?! Have you forgotten those who died in the fire storm?! And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a mountain king. So driven by greed, he cannot see beyond his own desire!” Bard exclaimed. I nodded, he was telling the truth. “You have no right. No right to enter that mountain.” Bard said stepping forward. I leapt in to stop him before a fight broke out and I had to go all crazy demon spawn on some people.

“I have the only right.” Thorin breathed. A shiver ran up my spine. I looked at him. A look was in his eye, a look I had never seen before, not on him. I stepped back, not taking my eyes off of him. He made a moment’s eye contact with me, then back at Bard. He whirled around and looked at the Master. “I speak to the Master of the men of the Lake. Will you see the prophecy fulfilled? Will you share in the great wealth of our people?” The Master smiled a little. “What say you?” The Master leaned forward.

“I say unto you...welcome! Welcome and thrice welcome, King under the Mountain!” No, idiot no! Oh gods above! Thorin took a few more steps, the crowd cheering and clapping, hugging one another. Bard stared on in silence. I started backing away, I knew then I would need help. “Please, join us, a feast will be prepared!” Thorin turned, leading the dwarves in. Kili caught my hand, I struggled against him, he looked back at me, confused. Reluctantly I took his hand again and followed him inside. We were sat around a table, at the head was the Master, Alfrid to his right, Thorin to his left. I was about to sit next to Kili when a hand stopped me.