Pre Game Plot

As this game is technically an everyone lives AU, here is a simply story to help you understand what happened to get us here!

Warning: a small amount of fantasy war.

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Thorin fell to the icy ground with a grunt, the pale orc bringing his blade down from above him aimed at his chest. His reaction was that of instinct and the clang of steel hitting steel filled the air as the dwarven king used the last of his strength to hold back the foul creatures attack with Orcrist. His arms shook and his body burned but the vision of a honey curled hobbit stood in the back of his mind, forcing him to keep going, to survive. Though as the snow began to fall around them and his dwarven strength weakened, his will was slowly crumbling down to the earth with it. He could hear Dwalin somewhere in the battle behind him and the sharp voice of his hobbit a few levels down the narrow cliffs, but alone he stood against his enemy. Or so he thought.

The arrow hit before its whistle met Thorin’s ears, the sharp steel imbedding itself into the orcs flesh. The beast stumbled, its focus lost and not gained quick enough to dodge the glittering steel that cut through its throat. Thorin’s vision was blinded with the splatter of black blood as the beast’s head come off only returning to the sight of a pair of two worried eyes watching him from above. One a deep hazel, the other bluer that the depth of the ocean.

“Fili? Kili?” he questioned with a quiver in his voice.

The young dwarrow only grinned in return, bringing their uncle towards them in a desperate embrace.

And just like that, the battle was won.

The orcs fled, the races of men and elf were met with honor and aid for their allyship, the dwarves retuned to the mountain, and soon things began to heal. Soldiers healed their wounds and minds. Food healed hungry bellies. The mountain healed her stone and hallways. All things seemed well in the world once again. All things but one. The charcoaled earth that surrounded the mighty dwarven mountain, scorched by the hatred and hunger of the fire drake refused to bear life once more. Thorin took note of the way his husband’s eyes would skim over the lifeless dirt with anguish (and how the distributions of food grew smaller with each delivery, Erebor’s and Dale’s dependency on the elves supplies slowly wearing thin) and an idea began to form in his mind. So when Bilbo returned to the shire to collect what belongings he deemed worthy of bringing back to the Lonely Mountain, the small hobbit returned with not only a crate of old toby he had lost in a bet with Nori, but with three other hobbits, all wide eyed and open to wondrous possibilities. Though he had asked for three dozen, only three were willing to leave the cozy life of the Shire to help regrow the life around Erebor. But three would be enough, for Thorin had long ago learnt you should never underestimate a hobbit.

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A Hobbit In Erebor

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Background Information Masterlist

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Background Information Masterlist

The MC: An Introduction to Thorn

The Pre Game Plot