Running From the Truth ( A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I stood up shocked. I'm trying to survive. I don't have any time for adventures.

"What sort of adventure?" I asked warily.

"One that will require logic, loyalty and no small amount of courage." Gandalf grumbled staring at me. We were about the same height since I was in my elf form. But I was still unsure about the quest.

"What else? I know there is more you are leaving out."

"The quest includes 13 dwarves and a burglar. They seek to reclaim the Lonely Mountain." That got me interested. But it was borderline insanity.

"The Lonely Mountain? Erebor? That mountain was taken by Smaug. If an entire army of dwarves can't defeat the Dragon what makes you think 13 will be any better? This is foolish! That wretched beast caused an exodus of my people. It caused the death of my father at the Battle of Moria. Why should I join a quest that will only cause another massacre?"

Gandalf's frown deepened. I know he thinks it wise but I know this will only end in bloodshed.

"Your father died protecting the king. He made an Iron Pledge. He swore to protect the line of Durin. This pledge passes down through families. Until the king releases you, you and your kin have to protect the king. Since you do not have any surviving kin the task now passes to you. Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror is leading this quest. He is the destined king and it is your duty." Why? Why is it that I am punished for everything my parents do? I am supposed to simply lay down my life for this man when he will probably just kill me himself.

"Gandalf, I'm half elf. Unless everything I've been told is a lie, Thorin hates elves. He will refuse my help at best and kill me at worst."

" He will do neither. You will pretend to be a dwarf. Hide your ears and your heritage and he will not harm you."

I debated what to do. Recovering Erebor may give me a place to call home. Living with the dwarves could be fun. But the risk of them discovering my bloodline is high. If that happens I will lose everything. The elves already hunt me. If the dwarves join them I won't stand a chance.

Then I remember my father. He died trying to defend King Thror. He died defending his people and fighting in the hope that some day he might be able to return to his home. He died so his people could reclaim their homeland. Now I have the opportunity to fulfill his dying wish. But can I do it? Do I have enough strength within myself to?

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Sorry I know it's really short but I wanted a cliffhanger. Also between swim, orchestra, and school (which starts in a week) I will be updating a lot less. I try to as much as possible but there is a much larger workload in high school.

Until I write again