A troubled time (book 1)

Chapter 1.

Akiva's pov

I sat dazed as we settled in the kitchen. I am sure Bilbo noticed, and I was right as usual.

"Tell me your story." Bilbo requested while watching the fish cook. 'What is it with him and my fairy tells.'

"You ask me to every time I come back" I scoffed. "Honestly I'm sure you could tell it yourself by now."

He looked hesitant, but explained nonetheless, "you are always restless when you come back." He paused. "But when you tell it, i....i-it's like you are in your own world and calm down. There is nothing that ever works as good as your story." He sighed at the end as though I couldn't possibly understand what he was talking about, but I do, I'm restless at heart.

I humored him though because I knew he worried about how I acted when I came back to this hole. "In my home, a camp is all it was, all were welcome." I began. "It was a place for those who had no one, for those who were sent away, and those who were the last. When the war had begun, a young skin-changer, by the name of Asena, was found just outside the little camp. Her name meaning she-wolf. Many tried to ask what had happened, but she would never tell. She grew older in the camp, and it began to grow.
New people were coming every day, so buildings were made, and new homes were built. No longer did the inhabitants have to rest on the ground, and a system began to grow." I continued, always stopping to explain what my family's names meant
"Those who were stronger were higher in rank, but none was stronger than a young dwarf, a prince banished by his brother many years before. His name, Nathair, meaning snake. He grew high up in the standers of what was now a town. For all purposes, he proved to be their king. The wife he took, was none other than Asena herself, for her abilities allow her to overpower many, many fighters.

Even though they were not real royalty, the town respected them, because they could protect their people, people who at one time or another might have only known hate. They were considered royalty because they learned how to keep the peace between the races. They grew the town, until it was indeed a Kingdom, but kept it hidden from the world. The people of the hidden kingdom like it that way. Here they were never questioned.
Asena gave birth, first to a strong son who was like his father in all ways, then to twin girls who held their mother's abilities. Evander, which means bow warrior, grew strong and fit, ready to take his father's place as soon as needed, but for the time he was the top warrior. The girls, Catina meaning innocent, and myself were taught by our mother how to fight, and act. The only ones who knew of my family outside of their kingdom, was the elves, so to offer passage to the elves from middle earth when it was time."

I starred off into the distance, Bilbo pulling the fish off the fire and beginning to prepare vegetables, turned to glance at me from time to time.
"One day, before we were truly ready for the fight, a mass army of orcs marched towards the borders of the kingdom. The army, king and queen, all went to fight. Very stupidly..." she paused with a slight laugh, "my sister and I decided we wanted to fight aswell. We were not prepared.... to see the queen be struck down. Catina, true to her name, ran away from the battlefield, mourning her dead mother. I myself followed behind her, to keep her safe. Both of us ran until we could not anymore, and found, horribly, we did not know which way was home. And so our long journey around middle earth began."

I finished just as Bilbo finished dinner. "And so it did" Bilbo replied.
We placed the plates at the table and were about to dig in when a small bell went off throughout the hobbit hole.
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