Extra Company

Chapter 25

Bard closed the door behind him, looking out towards the town, "Thorin?" He whispered the name out in question, trying to figure out where he has heard that name before. He then turned his head towards the mountain, before it clicked inside his mind. He whirled around, beginning to run down the stairs, still his son opened the door slightly.

"Da?" The boy questioned, confusion glistening in his gaze.

"Don't let them leave!" Bard called out to his son as he ran down the stairs before heading towards the market area of the town. Running into an outdoor shop where an old man sat on the other side of the counter looking tired, as if he just woken up from a nap.

"Hello Bard. What are you after?" The stallkeeper welcomed, giving Bard a small smile.

Bard searched the area with his eyes saying, "There was a tapestry, An old one, where's it gone?" He questioned as he began shifting around in a pile of cloth.

"What tapestry are you talking about?" The man questioned, looking at Bard with a curious look as he watched him shift through the pile of cloth.

Bard then came across a blue tapestry lined with gold, he took it out of the pile before placing it on an empty table, unrolling the tapestry as he looked at the names on the tapestry. The line of Durin.

"They were dwarves I tell you. Appeared out of nowhere. Full beards, fierce eyes. I've never seen the like." A town's woman spoke outside the shop as she walked down the bridge with a basket in her hands, placing it down beside two men working on a fishing net.

"What are dwarves doing in these parts?" One of the men asked, stopping his work for a second to look over at the other man and the women.

"It's the prophecy." The other man answered, glancing over to the first man before continuing his work.

"Prophecy?"

"Prophecy of Durin's folk." The second man answered.

He kept trailing downward till he reached the bottom, seeing the name Thorin. His eyes widening as the prophecy came to his mind. "Prophecy." He whispered out, looking down at the map in shock.

"The old tales have come true." One townsfolk whispered.

"Vast halls of treasure!"

"Can it really be true? Has the lord of silver fountains returned?" The people mumbled to one another, each wandering the same thing unaware of how right they really were.

"The lord of silver fountains. The king of carven stone. The king beneath the mountain, shall come to his own." Bard whispered out, before backing away from the tapestry as he thought out the rest of the prophecy from memory. 'And the bells shall ring in gladness at the Mountain's King's return. But all shall fade in sadness. And the lake will shine and burn.' 

Bard turned around about to run out of the shop till something caught his eye. He froze, looking back over at the tapestries before seeing a familiar figure on it. He pulled out the tapestry seeing a very familiar woman wearing very familiar armor. She was on top of a beige colored horse with a sword pointing right at a dragon with lightning bolts sparking off of its grey scales. Below that picture was another one only this time there was a beast pinning the dragon down with its talon-like paw, its white fur and gold tip wings decorated with red.

Bard would've thought these were two different even if it wasn't for the eyes of both the woman and the wolf-like beast to have the same color of eyes. Not to mention the woman having white hair tipped with gold almost similar to the beast's fur except the tuff of its neck was tipped with gold. "Saharia?" Bard questioned, staring at the tapestry with confusion.