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Third Person POV

Location: Conference Hall

Dawn began to break and Gandalf, Elrond, Saruman, and Galadriel gathered around a roundtable.

"Tell me, Gandalf...did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?" Gandalf looked up at the Head of the White Council.

"Unnoticed? No. I'm simply doing what I feel to be right." He said as he looked up at Elrond for support.

"The dragon has long been on your mind." Lady Galadriel said as she looked at him.

Gandalf nodded.

"That is true, my lady." He said, before turning back to Elrond and Saruman. "Smaug owes allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy...a dragon could be used to terrible effect." Saruman frowned a little.

"What enemy?" He asked. "Gandalf, the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength." Gandalf said.

"Does it not worry you that the last of the Dwarf Rings, should simply vanish? Along with its Bearer? Of the Seven Dwarf Rings, four were consumed by dragons, two were taken by Sauron before he fell in Mordor. The fate of the last Dwarf Ring...remains unknown." Galadriel had a contemplative look on her face. He pressed on.

"The Ring that was worn by Thrain."

"Without the ruling Ring of Power, the Seven are of no value to the enemy." Saruman stated, and Gandalf sagged a bit.

"To control the other Rings, he needs...the One. And that Ring was lost long, long ago. It was swept out to sea by the waters of the Anduin." Gandalf said.

"Gandalf, for 400 years we have lived in peace... a hard-won, watchful peace." Elrond said and Gandalf studied him.

"Are we? Are we at peace?" He asked as he looked at each of them.

"Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us one the road." He listed all that he could think of.

"Hardly a prelude to war." Elrond stated.

"Always you must meddle...looking for trouble where none exists." Saruman chastised. Galadriel shushed him, as she glided behind him.

"Let him speak." She ordered lightly.

"There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful." He informed them.

"We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you." He thought of another card he could play.

"A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood. And they say..." He trailed off as Saruman's eyebrows rose.

"Well? Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say." Saruman replied.

"They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur. A sorcerer who can summon the dead." Saruman frowned again.

"That's absurd. No such power exists in this world. This Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man." He spoke the word 'Necromancer' as if it was a silly thing to do.

"A conjurer dabbling in black magic." Gandalf nodded.

"And so I thought too. But Radagast has seen..." Saruman cut him off.

"Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow." Gandalf gave a nervous chuckle.

"Well, he's odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life." He made to say more, but The White Wizard interrupted him again.

"It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms." He said with slight disgust. "They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth." As he continued on Gandalf heard the voice of Galadriel.

"You carry something." He heard in his mind.

"It came to you from Radagast. He found it in Dol Guldur."

He sat back a bit before he silently responded.

"Yes."

"Show me." Galadriel said.

Gandalf reached down to his lap and pulled out the bundle Radagast had given him.

"What is that?" Elrond asked as he looked at it. As he reached for it, Galadriel spoke.

"A relic of Mordor." Elrond instantly drew his hand back, before reaching out again to remove the material, being careful not to touch whatever was hidden. When he did, he reveal something that sent shivers down their spines.

"A Morgul Blade." Elrond muttered.

"Made for the Witch-king of Angmar. And buried with him." Galadriel said, looking stricken.

"When Angmar fell...the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed...and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried him...in a tomb so dark...it would never come to light."

"This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs. They cannot be opened." Elrond murmured.

"What proof do we have that this weapon came from Angmar's grave?" Saruman cut through. Gandalf sighed inaudibly.

"I have none." Gandalf said.

"Because there is none." Saruman insisted.

"Let us examine what we know. A single Orc pack...has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself 'The Necromancer'...has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much after all." Galadriel had drifted to the edge of the Council area, watching the rising sun.

"The question of this Dwarvish Company, however, troubles me deeply. Not to mention those three women that seemingly popped into existence. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest." Gandalf stopped listening long before Galadriel spoke again.

"They are leaving." He looked at her.

"Yes." She made eye contact and gave a soft smile.

"You knew." He gave an innocent smile in return just as Lindir walked into the Council area.

"My Lord Elrond. The Dwarves, they're gone." Lindir said.

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Third Person POV

Before the meeting with Gandalf, Lady Galadriel, Lord Elrond and Sauron.

Thorin woke the company up just like he said he would at the crack of dawn. Soon Rivendell was behind them they were now going over ranges, mountains, and plains.

Soon they reached the misty mountains. The path was too narrow for more than one person so they stayed in a single file close to the walls slowly making their way through. It was also raining. Which wasn't helping them.
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Earenniel POV

Location: Misty Mountains

"Hold on!" Thorin yells.

As Bilbo walks, the stone beneath his feet gives away, and he starts falling into the chasm. Luckily Dwalin manages to pull Bilbo back up in time.

"We must find shelter!" Thorin yells.

"Where are we gonna find shelter?!" I scream over the sound of Lightening.

"Watch out!" Dwalin shouts.

As if on queue all of us looks up and see a massive boulder hurtling through the air towards them. It hits the mountainside above them, causing rocks to fall all around them as they press themselves against the mountain.

"This is no thunderstorm. It's a thunder battle! Look!" Balin yells.

A stone giant made of rock rears up from a nearby mountain and rips off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain.

"What is that?!" I ask.

"Well bless me, the legends are true! Giants! Stone Giants!" Bofur exclaims.
"What are Stone Giants?" I yell.

"Take cover, you'll fall!" Thorin shouts at all of us.

The giant throws the boulder far in the air and another stone giant appears from behind us. it was hit in the head. The Dwarves yell at each other to brace themselves and hold on as the rocks beneath our feet begin to give way do to all vibrations and falling rocks. The ground between some of us began splitting apart.

"Kili! Grab my hand!" Fili yells, but it was no use.

Bilbo, Dwalin, Bofur, Bombur, Ori, Fili were separated from us.

As the two stone giants fight we hold on as tight as we can to the stone walls as we are flung around. We manage to jump to jump to a different spot before the ledge we were on went in the other direction. 

A third stone giant appears.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said.
It throws a boulder at the head of one of the first two, making the giant fall over. The stone giant began falling toward the mountain. Within moments, the stone giant smashes into the mountain along with Bilbo, Dwalin, Bofur, Bombur, Ori and Fili.

"No! No!" Thorin yells.

"Kili!" Thorin yells. Running towards the spot where the others might have been squashed.

"It's all right! We're alive!" Dwalin yells.

We all sigh with relief seeing that they are okay. I then notice someone missing.

"Um guys, where's Bilbo?" I ask.

Then, the group desperately looking for Bilbo noticing that he wasn't around.

"Where's Bilbo? Where's the Hobbit?" Bofur asks.

"There!" Ori yells pointing towards him hanging onto the edge of the cliff by just his fingertips.

"Get him!" Dwalin yells.

Ori dives onto the ground and tries to grab Bilbo's arm, but Bilbo slips and falls another few feet before he catches him again.

As the Dwarves try to pull him up, Thorin swings down on the cliff next to Bilbo and boost him up, where the others pull him to safety. Dwalin tries to lift Thorin back up too, but Thorin loses his grip and begins falling too.

I use the rain water around me to create a ledge for Thorin while Dwalin pulls him up. I make the frozen ledge just as a precaution.

They all look at the position my hands in and then back down at the newly formed ledge.

"I thought we'd lost our burglar." Dwalin says.

"He's been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us." Thorin says.

"Thank you." Thorin mumbles as he walks passed me.

We move on into the mountain and find a cave.

"This looks safe enough." Dwalin says.

"Search to the back. Caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied." Thorin says.

Dwalin searches the cave with a lantern, but finds nothing.

"There's nothing here." Dwalin says.

Gloin then drops a bundle of wood on the floor and rubs his hands.

"Right then! Let's get a fire started." Glóin says.

"No, No fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first light." Thorin says.

"We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan." Balin says.

"Plans change. Earenniel, take the first watch." Thorin says.

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Third Person POV

On the Misty Mountains, the White Warg sniffs the air.

"*Duz-dun ki nash. Kozakhun urrl kilgihil aranish.*" (*The scent is fresh! They have taken the mountain pass.*)" Azog says.

Azog and the rest of the Warg-Scouts race off after the Company.

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Third Person POV

Location: Inside a cave In the Misty Mountains

I watch the company as they were resting all the Dwarves were asleep. Bilbo wasn't. I could tell he was only pretending to be asleep.

And since I was standing watch I was the one to catch him leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask.

"Back to Rivendell." Bilbo says.

"you're part of the company. What do you think everyone else will do when they see you gone when they wake up, we need you." Bofur says.

"I'm not needed, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door." Bilbo says.

Thorin's heartbeat sped up. He was now awake. And he's probably listening to our conversation.

"You're homesick. I understand." I say.

"No, you don't, you don't understand! None of you do. " Bilbo says.

"I do, I have no home here. And look at me, I'm traveling with Dwarves who doesn't have one either. You have a home Bilbo one you can go back too. The dwarves and I don't. So, if you want to go, go." I said stepping aside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Bilbo says.

"No, you're right." I say.

I look towards his sword and saw it glowing blue.

"What's that? Is it supposed to mean something?" I ask.

Bilbo pulls his sword partway out of its sheath and saw that it was glowing bright blue.

Thorin raises his head as I begin to hear this strange machinery noise. Cracks begin to break the floor.

"Wake up. Wake up!" Thorin says.

Before anyone can react, the floor of the cave collapses downwards. The entire company and I falls down a and lands in a giant wooden cage.

A horde of something runs towards us as I can hear their heavy footsteps.

"What are they?" I ask.

"Goblins!" Thorin screams towards the company and me.

The Goblins begin to attack us. When I notice the goblins are taking away our weapons, I turn mine into concealed jewelry before they can take them. My mother's sword I wasn't so lucky with. They took it off my belt.

The hoard of goblins begins dragging us away. I turn to see Bilbo ducking and evading the Goblins. Somehow they missed him. Did they even see him?

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