On The Road With a Company of Dwraves, A Hobbit, And A Wizard

Chapter 1

Alex: Well here is the new story I was talking about. Hope yo like it. I have been editing it for a while. I based it off the The Hobbit : AUJ script. I was easy enough but anyways Old Bilbo can you please!

Old Bilbo: Oh bother fine. Alex_The_Absol doesn't own any of the Tolkien characters or the movie script. So without further a do Here is the story.

Alex: Oh one more thing my OC will come in later but this is a filler for the people who don't know the story or have seen the movie. Plus it is easier this way. 

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Bilbo thought “My dear Frodo.” Bilbo lights a match, then uses it to light a candle. He walks through a hallway in Bag End, carrying the candle. Bilbo thought “You asked me one once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it.” Bilbo opens a chest. He glances with fascination and recollection at Sting, his sword in its sheath, and reaches out to touch it. At the last second, he hurriedly restrains himself and pulls out a large red book from the chest instead. Sitting down at his desk and opening the book, he sees a drawing of his younger self. He picks up the picture and gazes at it. Bilbo kept thinking “I am old now, Frodo. I’m not the same Hobbit I once was.” Bilbo dips his quill in a pot of ink, and poises to write in the book. He begins writing.

Bilbo starts writing “I think it is time for you to know what really happened. It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today.” Bilbo writes in his leather book “There was the city of Dale. Its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale. Peaceful, and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth: Erebor. Stronghold of Thor, King under the Mountain, mightiest of the dwarf lords.”  Just past the city of Dale; you would see an enormous mountain just behind the city; a massive gateway has been built into the side of the mountain, flanked by humongous stone statues of dwarfs. We see Thor and his son Thrain inside the castle, looking out of the battlements and observing their domains. As you go through the city of Erebor, seeing vast chambers and massive, carved statues. Thor sits on his throne as his son, Train approaches him; his grandson, Thorin, stands at his right side.” Bilbo continues to write “Thor ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Ahhh, Frodo, Erebor; built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. The vast gold quarries within Erebor; dwarves with magnifying lenses sift through piles of rare jewels; smiths pound metal with mallets. A dwarf quarrying for gold sees a glow in the rock; he peels away the rock and finds a beautiful, glowing gem, the Arkenstone.” Bilbo writes each detail with cunning precision “Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewed from rock, and in great seams of gold, running like rivers through stone. The skill of the dwarves was unequaled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deeper, down into the dark. And that is where they found it. The heart of the mountain. The Arkenstone. Thror named it the King’s Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elvenking, Thranduil. The Arkenstone has been placed in a special pedestal on Thror’s throne; as he sits on his throne, flanked by his son, grandson, and other officers, Thranduil and his aides approach.”

Bilbo stops writing to think about what to write next. He smiles and starts to write again “But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in. Thror’s love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him; it was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.” A shadow begins to cover the massive gates of Erebor. Thror walks through his massive rooms full of treasure, looking consumed with greed. Thorin watches him from a distance, then slowly retreats into a shadow. Some time later, a paper dragon kite is being flown over Dale, along with other childrens’ kites. Suddenly, a great wind comes, blowing the trees on the mountainside until the bend and creak. Thorin and Balin, a fellow dwarf, rush to the battlements and look for any sign of danger. Bilbo wrote “The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the north. The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in a hot, dry wind.” The story starts with Thorin talking.