The Unknown Child {Hobbit Fanfic}

Aran's Nossë (Durin's Folk)

First off: thank you so much for sticking with this story.
I know the updates haven't been the best 😔
And I apologize for that!
But, prepare yourself this one is the longest yet!

Recap-

"We paid you for weapons. Iron-forged swords and axes!" Gloin told Bard.
"It's a joke!" Bofur yelled, tossing his weapon on the table.
"You won't find better outside the city armory. All iron-forged weapons are held there. Under lock and key." Bard informed us.
'Why did you have to say that, Bard?'
"Thorin...why not take what's offered and go? I've made do with less. So have you." Balin tried to reason.
"Balin is right, let's take what we have here, and go." Mom told Adad softly, attempting to reason.
"Plus, both Theia and I can defend ourselves." She added, looking at me with pity.
"I say we leave now." Balin insisted.
"You're not going anywhere." Bard stated.
"Why not?" I asked.
"There are spies watching this house and probably every dock and wharf in town, it's not safe. You must wait until nightfall."

I separated myself from the group, the anxiety wasn't helping my situation. Once again, I went to my spot on the couch. My energy slowly draining. Silently I hoped Legolas or any elf for that matter would find us.

I watched Bard exit his house, slightly alarmed.

I could only wonder what made him upset...

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*Apostrophe marks in italics ' are thoughts
Example: 'Why, just why!?'

* Italics without apostrophes put emphasis on certain word(s)
Example: silence. Pure silence...

* Asterisk symbol * in bold is a translation for any of Tolkien's languages.
Example: "Adad." *Father/Dad.*

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Bard's POV

I hurriedly ran across Lake Town into a shop filled with trinkets, lamps, blankets.
The store owner who was polishing a bowl greeted me, "Hello, Bard. What you after?"
I couldn't be bothered with remembering his name nor greeting him properly. Though I knew it was rude and my mother would scold me if she were alive.
"There was a tapestry! An old one! Where's it gone?" I questioned the man as I looked through the blankets and tapestries.
"What tapestry you talkin about?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

I paused, holding the tapestry up. "This one..." I brought it over to a table, unfolding it.
It showed the Durin line. Though no sign of the two girls Amara and Theia.

The women outside began to talk, Hilda the healer was one of them. A fierce woman.
"They were Dwarves, I tell you. Appeared out of nowhere. Full beards. Fierce eyes. Two females accompanied them. One seemed to be an Elemental. What the other was I don't know. I've never seen the like." She spoke.

A man recognized as Torrad spoke up, "What are Dwarves doing in these parts? With an Elemental?"
One of the towns Merchants, Kiaran replied to Torrad "It's the prophecy."
Torrid Questioned, "The prophecy?"
"The Prophecy of Durin's Folk." Kiaran stated. As Bard looked over the Durin's Tapestry.
"Prophecy..." Bard whispered.
"Prophecy." He whispered again, now thinking it over.
'What was the Prophecy Of Durin's Folk?' He thought.
Bard had been a child the last time he heard it.