A Flock Of Dwarves

"Dwarven tents on the road to Bree?" Bilbo shook his head, "But...heavens, why? There are plenty of dwarven smiths in Bree, why camp outside?"

Hamfast shakes his head, "Not craftsmen, you see, they say they've been 'imploring the townspeople for aid', you see, for a big quest."

Bilbo taps his chin in thought, and Hamfast clicks tongue. "Now, now, don't go thinking of feeding the crows here, Master Baggins. You know you'll bring a flock of dwarves upon us."

Well, Bilbo had always loved to feed the crows, after all.
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Lady Fate had so many times watched the King and his Company retrace the same steps, always following the same path, always ending in the same few ways. She snatches her chess pieces from the board, tossing it to the floor. Instead, she places a map down, nearly blank. As she sets the pieces down, black ink trickled across the page.
"My, my...finally," she laughs, low and devilish, "Something new."
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A fresh take on The Hobbit, told as a DND style adventure!
(Crossposted from Ao3, wip, currently unbetaed)