Fem Percy Jackson x The Hobbit & LOTR
@theallylayne for the inspiration and this is in no way a copy cat of their works and therefore I credit them to the original of a Fem Percy Jackson x Hobbit/LOTR works in which I felt the inspiration to write u...
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"Keep moving" Bard calls out from standing on the side trying to keep the tired people of lake town to the closest shelter
"Sire! Sire!" Up here! Look, sire! The braziers are lit." the weasel Alfrid calls out to Bard. "So the Company of Thorin Oakenshield survived." Bard chuffs to himself, "Survived? There's a bunch of Dwarves with all that gold?" "I shouldn't worry, Alfrid." Bard looks back at the greasy little man.
"There's gold enough in that Mountain for all. Make camp here tonight! Find what shelter you can. Get some fires going. Come on, hurry along now. Alfrid. You'll take the night watch." Bard tells the man. "These children are starving. We need food. We won't last three days. Bard we don't have enough." Percy pulls Bard as they look out around them at all the people of Laketown. "Do what you can, Percy. It'll be all right. Don't worry." Bard pats him on the shoulder. Those who aren't injured or sick take care of the others as best they can.
"Good morning, Alfrid. What news from the night watch?" Bard asks the next morning waking the hunched man on a stool. "All quiet, sire. Not much to report. Nothing gets past me." Alfid mutters still groggy with sleep. "Except an army of Elves, it would seem. My Lord Thranduil, we did not look to see you here." Bard is cleared a path by elves in golden armour to their king who rides a top a majestic elk.
"I heard you needed aid." Thranduil says as elves driving carts pull into the court yard with food, blankets and medicine. "Here you go." "Pass it back." "Another one." men start pulling things off the carts handing it back towards the others still in the buildings. "You have saved us. I do not know how to thank you." Bard looks up in surprise at the elven king with gratitude. "Your gratitude is misplaced. I did not come on your behalf. I came to reclaim something of mine. There are gems in the Mountain that I, too, desire. White gems of pure starlight." the kings face stays like stone as he looks to the dwarves mountian.
"The White Gems of Lasgalen. I know an Elf Lord who will pay a pretty price for these." Thorin stands in the gem and jewels hall holding up a beautiful crafted necklace. He smirks before handing them to Hali as a gift to be part of her share of the treasure.
" Wait! Please wait! You would go to war over a handful of gems?" Bard looks confused at the elf and with great worry. " The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken." Thuranduil's face conforms to that of a cold rage, "We are allies in this. My people also have a claim upon the riches in that Mountain. Let me speak with Thorin." Bard tells the king to gibe him time to call upon the promise that they were given by the dwarf king. "You would try to reason with the Dwarf? To avoid war?" Thranduil asks. "Yes." Bard nods getting ready to ride out the mountain.
The dwarves stand upon the battlements looking out into the ruins of Dale having seen the arrival of Mirkwood elves at dawn this day. "Hail, Thorin, son of Thrain. We are glad to find you alive beyond hope." Bard bows his head in respect to the king . "Why do you come to the gates of the King under the Mountain so heavily armed for war" Thorin asks down to the man. "Why does the king fence himself in, like a robber in his hole?" Bard asks in return. Hali watches from the shadows seeing the select glittering of the golden armoured elves throughout dale. "May we not speak as we did in laketown, we had an agreement. Help from us for a share of the treasure to rebuild our lives" Bard pleads with the dwarves. Bard and Thorin have a private conversation at the bottom of the wall where Thorin left a hole. Bard rides off back to Dale.
That night both Hali and Bilbo make plans to sneak into Dale without anyone else known, unknown that each other had the same idea. Bilbo throws an old rope over the side of the wall, before he catches something reflected by moon light on the other side of the mountainside. Fully prepared for battle with cloak, swords and helm Hali climbs down by hand and foot on the mountainside. Once both had reached the bottom Bilbo runs up to Hali, "What are you doing Hali" He asks spooking her in the night. "My dear Bilbo I think we both had the same idea tonight thou slightly differing in the true purpose" she smiles down at him as they continue walking with their backs to the mountain as the sought out to do what they thought best to protect the dwarves from a king who was blinded by sickness.
Gandalf comes riding into the city in haste with a warning to both elves and men. Trying to council the elven king that something worse is coming to fight at the mountain, Hali and Bilbo sneak into the tent clearing their throats they draw the three males attentions to them. "We've come to bargin for the safety of the dwarves with the payment they owe you both" Hali states clearly staring directly at the elven king with a fire as hot as dragon's breath that made him shiver as he slowly seats himself down in his chair the other two following his example while Hali and Bilbo walk up to the table pulling out from underneath their cloaks, Bilbo sets the Arkenstone down in the middle of the table all the while Hali pulls out a familiar box. Hali stops from putting it down on the table as she stares once more at the elven king, "The only way you will get what's inside this box is if you swear on the Valour you will help fight the on coming horde of orcs with the dwarves and men of the lake" she stands with a iron stance and a steely glare.
I saw the light fade from the sky On the wind I heard a sigh As the snowflakes cover my fallen brothers I will say this last goodbye Night is now falling So ends this day The road is now calling and I must away Over hill and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the Sea Under cloud, beneath the stars Over snow and winter's morn I turn at last to paths that lead home And though where the road then takes me I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell Many places I have been Many sorrows I have seen But I don't regret Nor will I forget All who took that road with me Night is now falling So ends this day The road is now calling And I must away Over hill and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the Sea To these memories I will hold With your blessing I will go To turn at last to paths that lead home And though where the road then takes me I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell I bid you all a very fond farewell
