J.R.R Tolkien's The Hobbit (fan edit) - Review

I just watched a fan edit this afternoon, called J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit. Dustin Lee (aka Goldeneye), the editor, cut everything he considered to be “unucessary plots and characters” from the three movies. Now there’s a single four hour movie!

Yeah, the fan edit is good, I confess, good work Dustin! But it, as every fan edit, still full of problems. Although there are some good stuff here. 

The color grading of AUJ’s scenes is now changed to match the others two movies. This is something I really enjoyed about Dustin Lee’s edit. I was looking forward for someone who could did it.

Azog did not kill Thror or Thrain in J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit. The first time we see him is just before the coming of the eagles. Now he wants to kill Thorin because… well, no reason for it. 

Legolas in here. We do see him in Mirkwood’s arrest, the barrel chase and we do see him warning Gandalf about Bolg’s army. Tauriel is gone, and there’s no romance. Her only line is “where is the keeper of the keys.”

Most of Alfrid is gone, but we still seing the politics of Lake-town, for some reason. No antics, nothing, Ryan Gage will avenge! And Dol Guldor subplot does not exist in this edit. Gandalf just leave the dwarves and come back warning the guys about a orc army. That also means no Radagast (sad), no Galadriel and no Saruman.

Dustin Lee included some scenes from the extended edition, which is pretty good, but unfortunaly he did not include some of them that could have give more personality to the dwarves, such as Bofur’s song at Ravenhill, Goblin-town’s antics and the introduction Beorn.

List of scenes from the EEs included in J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit:

• ·         Gandalf and Bilbo: “Can you feel it” at their way to Rivendell.
• ·         Elrond and Gandalf’s conversation about dragon sickness.
• ·         Bard at the rooftops: no idea why he kept this one…
• ·         Bilbo and Bofur’s conversation at Erebor’s gate.
• ·         Some “hero moments” of the dwarves.
• ·         New scenes from Beorn killing orcs.
• ·         The funeral is in! And Gandalf’s eulogy was inserted.

Probably the most awful change in J.R.R’s Tolkien The Hobbit is how Kili, Fili, Oin and Bofur are no longer left in Lake-town. Now they go with the others to Erebor. But we just do not see them there, and that is just awful!

The “Sons of Durin” scenes was ruined, because the epic music was replaced by Misty Mountains Cold, which does not make sense. But okay.

Another thing that was ruined in this edit is Bard’s family role. We barely see the girls, we do not hear their names (only Bain’s) and there’s no emotion.

Another list of changes for the curious:

• ·         No Radagast and warg chase. We just skip from Sting’s scene to the dwarves going down the cave.
• ·         Bilbo no longer kill a warg.
• ·         No stone giants.
• ·         Thorin no longer confronts Azog at the pinewood.
• ·         The chase to Beorn’s house is gone. During the fly to carrock, we do hear Gandalf’s voice over saying “there’s a house blahblahblah” and we cut to Beorn outside his place. Terrible edit.
• ·         Most of the barrel chase was cut.
• ·         Intermission at 2h10m.
• ·         The company entering Bard’s house was cut.
• ·         No prophecy here.
• ·         No dwarves leaving Lake-town.
• ·         The battle of the forges was cut from this movie.
• ·         Dustin Lee did a good job removing the gold from Smaug when he leaves Erebor.
• ·         Most of Smaug’s attack is gone.
• ·         Bard and Legolas cut.
• ·         Lakemen entering Dale was removed.
• ·         “I will not part a single coin” removed.
• ·         No were-worms…
• ·         Most of the battle is gone.
• ·         “I am gonna kill that piece of shit” removed.
• ·         Bard killing an ogre and saving his kids removed. Don’t know why.
• ·         Golden floor removed.
• ·         Legolas vs Bolg removed.

Yeah, that is it. For some reason, Dustin Lee, aka Goldeneye, just hate CGI. He removed several scenes that “overused CGI”. He also removed “silly scenes.”

Although there are some thing I did not like, I think this is a very good fan edit, the better I ever watched. The quality is awesome, and the editor included some unused Howard’s shore musics in J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit. Good job Dustin Lee, and where’s Tauriel?

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies - Extended Edition review!

The Extended Edition of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies was officially released a couple of weeks ago, and I will review it today. You know why? Because I did watch it!

                                                                         

What can I say about this extended version? Hmmm, it is not the best of the three already launched. I was hoping to see more character moments, but unfortunaly we almost only got some battle scenes.

Review

There are some disappointments about this extended edition. I remember back, in 2014, when The Desolation of Smaug's Extended Edition came out, and I was very happy by what I had. But now, this one seems to be very incomplete.

We don't see the windlance being destroyed by Smaug, instead, we have an unncessary moment of Bard jumping through the clifftops of the houses. In my opinion, the prologue was perfect and did not need of any alteration or addition. Anyway, is a good scene.

And, there's Dol Guldor. In my opinion, this was also a good and complete scene, did not need of any addition. But Peter Jackson has not the same vision! We do see an orc interrogating Gandalf about the Ring of Fire, and where is it. Then the orc, which is the original design of Bolg, realize it is on Gandalf's hand, and try to cut out it, but then Galadriel come and kill him, in a very violent way!

This extended edition was rated R. And it really deserved! There are a lot of gore moments during the Battle of the Five Armies, and also a lot of blood. It is weird to look at BOTFA:EE and then to AUJ and compare the two films, because there is no violence in the first movie (quite childish, actually).

Some new shots of Elrond and Saruman fighting the Nazgul, but nothing else. Yeah, it was okay to me, I did not miss more of Sauron. Bleh.

But after that, there's a very cool scene of Radagast giving his staff to Gandalf - yes, he does that, and it is very funny!

There's a new between Bofur and Bilbo, just before the hobbit leaves Erebor. Actually, he was preparing to leave the moutain to deliver the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bain, and then Bofur apperead. It is a nice scene, remind me of Bofur and Bilbo scene at the cave in An Unexpected Journey.

And the battle beggins! Now, Thorin is more violent, and even yells "I will kill you all" to Thranduil and Bard. Unfortunaly, we did not get to see Gandalf telling about Thrain, Thorin's father. Such a pity, I was hoping to see that. But now, we finnally see Balin saying "We can not win this fight" line.

Dain's arrival was redone. Now, there are chariots, also known as war machines, and there are battle goats. The dwarven army even shot the elves using some ballistas. The elves also shot, but dwarven arrows stops the attack. It is very cool to watch! And Dain sends the goats to fight the elves, and there's a real fight between the two armies before the arrival of the were wormies.

Some new moments in the battle. Do you guys remember of the ogres? Bard even killed one of them to save his children. Yeah, there are a lot of them in this edition. We see them at the battle field, Azog command them to destroy the chariots (war machines).

After the dwarven charge, there are the dwarven hero moments promised by Peter Jackson. Oh, this was my greatest disappointment! The dwarven hero moments are basicly about Bofur, Bifur and Bombur. Bofur even rides a troll! I really missed Dori, Oin and Gloin in the battle field, a shame!

Now, in this version, Balin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili commands a great chariot to get to Ravenhill and kill Azog. It is a very cool scene, although desnecessary and too gore. The original version is perfect to me.

Alfrid Lickspittle dies at this version. Yeah, that's true. He was hidden in a catapult, but a gold fell from his bra and activated the machine and launched him to a troll's mounth, killing Alfrid. Also, Hilda Bianco leads the women and injuried to the battle, just after the Alfrid drag antic (before his death, of course). Beorn gained some new moments destroying Gundabad's army, and we did see a more violent confront between Legolas and Bolg.

But we saw the funeral, yes, we did! It is great and very sad. It is the funeral of Fili, Kili and Thorin. All the dwarves are there, and their faces are very breathtaking. Beorn and Radagast are also there. At the final, we see Gandalf saying "The King is dead!" and then the dwarves rise their weapongs says "Long live the king!" and we see a crowned Dain Ironfoot. It was the best new scene to me.

Unfortunaly, there are no new scenes after this.

This extended edition, to me, should have been the theatrical movie. Anyway, I liked it, because I like anything in relation to The Hobbit!

Robert Kazinsky as Fili in An Unexpected Journey

Hello friends, how are you all? DainPig is back.

Watching An Unexpected Journey, first movie of The Hobbit Trilogy and my favorite one, I noticed a interesting thing. During some scenes, we can see a different actor playing Fili. Searching web, I discovered this guy is Robert Kazinsky.

 

Robert Kazinsky is a british actor who was going to play the dwarf Fili in the movies, but for some reason he left the trilogy. Dean O'Gorman, who made an audition for Bilbo, got a role as the blonde dwarf, Thorin's nephew Fili.

As I said before, there are some moments only during An Unexpected Journey, that we can see Robert playing Fili. Only AUJ, because he left The Hobbit before they shot The Desolation of Smaug.

The screenshot above is from the clip of Misty Moutains Cold, main theme of AUJ. Robert is there, sitted down at the shadows.... hmm, why at the shadows, it is like someone had put that there.

Now we see, again, Robert Kazinsky as Fili. But now he is fighting the trolls. This is one of the best screenshots of his face.

After captured by the trolls, we still seeing Robert's face.

A great shot of Kazinsky's Fili is above. He is clearly another person here.

Now, these two I don't understand. It is not Robert, because is a very old man, but is not Dean too! A great mistery, who's that? Looks like a 50 years old man.

I am back.

Hello folks, here's DainPig back since a long time off! Did you missed me?

 

Well, I have many things to say here. First, the extended edition of The Hobbit movies will be launched in the theaters of USA this october October. Yes, it is a good news, although I do not live in USA...

And then, The Battle of the Five Armies has been rated R. Yes, you heard it. We will have more orcs beheadings in this mature version.

And I have been working in my fanfic - yes, I still doing this. And why? Well, I have a "real life!"
 But the fanfic is getting really cool. Full of blood and profanities, just like BOTFA EE!

Yes, it is. See you later folks!

[Fanfic] The Last One Alive by Toni Bourlon

Hello friends! Here am I with a new fanfic. But at this time, this is not one o'mine. This

fanfiction called The Last One Alive was written by the user kilidoescartwheels (also known as Toni Bourlon) in The One Ring Forum, she also posted it in her blog:  original link  

 

         The Last One Alive           

                                                           

If fate had a character, it would be cruelty. That was all Kili, son of Dis, could think as he watched the stone carvers working on tombs for his uncle and brother. Thorin Oakenshield, King of Erebor for a short time, had fallen twice within the week. Once to dragon sickness, which he overcame, and the second time to Azog the Defiler, although not before taking the life of the beast who mortally wounded him. The same Orc also slew Fili, older brother to Kili and rightful heir to the throne. Now all the dwarves were looking to him, as well as Bard of Esgaroth and Thranduil of Murkwood. And why would they look to him, the younger, inexperienced brother, except for the fact that he cheated death. There could be no other reason, since he was never meant to be King Under the Mountain.


And he did cheat death, receiving a wound from Bolg that would have, perhaps should have been fatal. He could barely remember what happened. Tauriel was there, he remembered that much. He also remembered being pinned by Bolg, who raised his spear to strike. Tauriel jumped on the Orc’s back trying to stop him, but Bolg tossed her aside like a rag doll before driving the tip of his weapon in the center of Kili’s chest. By some miracle the strike just missed his lungs. Still, the wound was severe, and the pain was intense. He fell rapidly in and out of consciousness, but managed to see Tauriel rise and throw herself at Bolg, spin around and push off the side of the cliff, sending them both tumbling over the edge. And what became of her? Not knowing her fate was worse than the pain he felt. He had crawled over to the edge, looked down on her broken body, and watched as Bolg stalked towards her, but also the blonde elf – Legolas? He was racing to her aid. After that he could remember nothing.


“My Lord?” Balin cleared his throat. “Kili?”
Kili turned toward Balin. “I’m sorry, I was distracted.”
“That’s perfectly understandable.” Balin stood next to his brother Dwalin, who had found the young dwarf on the cliff’s edge. Dwalin was following Thorin’s last order to get Kili to safety. He packed Kili’s wounds with snow to slow the blood loss, and then carried the lad to Oin for surgery. Dwalin was called Hero for saving Kili’s life, but he couldn’t forgive himself for abandoning Thorin. He stood silently next to his brother, looking as dejected as Kili felt.


“Dwalin,” Kili said, “I – I am glad to see you.” Kili had spent the last four days in bed recovering from his injury. Only now was Oin allowing him to get up, cautioning him to walk slowly and not move his shoulders. His chest was bound so tightly that he could barely breathe, and his arms were also bound just above the elbow, restricting his movements. All he could do was raise his hands and grasp the warrior’s forearms. Dwalin grasped his forearms just as fiercely, struggling not to let a tear fall down his face.
Balin smiled, giving his new Lord a few minutes before getting back to business. “We’ve sent Ravens to the Blue Mountains.” Kili released his grip reluctantly, nodding silently as the meaning sank in. His mother will receive news of her brother and older son’s deaths. Kili could not bear to write the words, so Balin had done it for him. What a coward I am, he said to himself. But there was no time for self-recrimination, as Balin had more to report. “Bard and Thranduil are waiting outside.”


Kili sighed. Yes, debts had to be settled, and as the surviving heir to the throne it was his duty to make settlement. “Did you find the jewels?”
“Yes, we have them. And the gold you requested for Bard, it’s all ready.” Kili followed Balin to another room, where the surviving members of the Company waited. As he walked in they all knelt, including the Hobbit. Even Balin turned and dropped to one knee.
“My friends, please!” Kili exclaimed, “Stand up. You need not kneel before me. I – I don’t think I can do this without you all. I will need your wisdom, and your strength, and especially your friendship. You will always be dear to me.” They stood back up, smiling, some crying a little. Kili could do no more than shake their hands, but he shook all of them. Finally he said, “Well, it seems we have some business to take care of.”


A few minutes later, eleven dwarves and a hobbit walked outside Erebor across a makeshift bridge, carrying ten bags of gold and a box full of diamonds. Thranduil stood next to Bard on the other side – Kili would speak to him first. He stood before the Elven King, hoping he looked at least somewhat regal. “You came to our aid,” he said, “therefore I give you these diamonds, which we owe you and which you deserve.” Thranduil smiled slightly. An awkward and somewhat incorrect speech, but still he would accept it.
Bilbo stepped forward and opened the box. The diamonds gleamed like fire in the sunlight. Thranduil ran a finger through the loose gems, before pulling out the necklace he had coveted for so long.
“My Lord,” Kili said quietly, “what became of Tauriel? Did she survive?”


Thranduil looked down forlornly. “I did all that I could, but it wasn’t enough. Regretfully, she is one of the fallen.”
Kili felt sick. His first impulse was to punch Thranduil, to curse the Elven King for his failure to save Tauriel. But he also felt almost overwhelming sorrow, and he realized that if he gave away any emotion it would come with tears. He took several deep breaths and clenched his fists before speaking. “I – I would like to see, see – do you bury your dead?”
“Yes,” Thranduil responded, understanding Kili’s distress. “When you have buried your own, you may come if you wish.” He looked off in the distance. “My son has left me. He said he cannot come back. Legolas shares your grief, as do I.” Thranduil put the necklace back in the box before taking it from Bilbo. Looking down at the diamonds he said, “I thank you for these, though at this time they no longer seem so important.” He closed the box and handed it to one of his Elven Guards. Turning back to Kili he added, “She had this token. I thought you might want it back.”


Kili held out his hand for the token, mumbling “Thank you” as he took it.
“I offer a word of advice for the new King Under the Mountain. Vanity can destroy a Kingdom just as surely as greed.” Thranduil saluted Kili with his hand over his heart, turned, and walked away.
Kili wanted to run away before the tears came, but there was still Bard to settle with. The newly-chosen Master of the survivors of Esgaroth stood waiting patiently. He was still wearing his beaten brown coat, but stood with a bearing of regal authority. Kili approached him with a more relaxed manner. “Your children,” he asked, “are they well?”
“Yes, they are. Thank you for asking.”
Kili sighed with relief. “You are a very lucky man.”
“This I know,” Bard replied. “And I am sorry for your loss, but I hope that our relations will go better.”


“They will.” Kili glanced back at the other dwarves, who stepped forward with their large bags of gold. They were stacked in front of the Bargeman, except for the last sack, which was opened to reveal its contents. “Promises were made, and they will be honored. It was never our intention for the dragon to leave the mountain. These dwarves, and Bilbo” he added, “tried to trap Smaug and kill him, but he escaped, and for that I am truly sorry.” Bard nodded, but couldn’t help marveling at the gold coins – more than he’d ever seen in his lifetime. Kili continued, “We must do a thorough accounting of the treasure, and both Dain and these loyal Dwarves deserve a share as well. But consider this a downpayment of our debt to you.”
“Downpayment?”
“We owe you a great deal. And I personally owe you as well, for helping me when I was…” Kili struggled with the word, “dying.” He paused to collect himself before continuing. “Master Bard, you must know that my uncle fell sick. He was not in his right mind when he spoke to you at the gate. But fortunately, he did recover from his sickness. And I believe that, had he survived, he would have settled with you fairly. I intend to do the same.”


“I am glad of it.” Bard smiled warmly. “This downpayment should see us through the winter. We both need time to bury our dead and rebuild our homes. And now, let me keep my word.” He pulled the Arkenstone from his pocket and held it out for Kili. The new King hesitated for a moment, then motioned for Balin to take the Arkenstone. “Well, it’s settled,” Bard acknowledged. “I will wait for this accounting until spring, agreed?”
“Yes, agreed.” Kili stepped back, relieved that his first official duty as King Under the Mountain was over. “Until then, Master Bard.” He turned and walked away as quickly as possible.
Once inside the safety of Erebor he ran away from his confused companions, up a flight of stairs to the highest peak he could find. The other dwarves called out and started to follow him, until Bilbo cut them off. “This is a very difficult time for him, for us all in fact. I think he just needs to be alone for a time. He’ll be back when he’s – ready.”


Kili didn’t hear Bilbo’s words. All he could hear was the echoing of his own footsteps in the empty hall. He finally collapsed against a window, unable to hold his grief in any longer. “Tauriel,” he sobbed, “why? Why did it have to be you – why couldn’t it have been me instead?”


A voice asked, “Do you think she would want to live with that grief?”
Kili looked around, nearly in a panic. “Who said that? Show yourself!” The grey pilgrim stepped out of the shadow. “Gandalf! How did you get in here?”


Galdalf shrugged. “Well, I am a wizard, you know.”
Kili struggled for breath. “I didn’t know this place had windows. I have never been here before.”
“No, you haven’t. And you have much to learn before you can truly rule your people, starting with the vast halls of Erebor.”

                                       

“I am not in the mood for a lesson right now.”
“No, I don’t suppose you are. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about Thorin, and Fili. I knew this would be dangerous, but I had hoped we would all survive.”


“Thorin should be on the throne,” Kili replied, “or my brother – anyone but me.” He stood and paced the floor. “I am not ready for this! I am….”
“You are chosen. Sometimes fate chooses the path we must walk, and this path is now yours.”
“Well I don’t want it,” he complained. “I would leave this place, as Thranduil’s son left, and as you and Bilbo will surely do.”
“And yet you remain,” Gandalf said gently. “You know in your heart that you must, just as I must see Bilbo safely back to the Shire. He is as grief-stricken over Thorin as you, perhaps moreso, as his attempt to stop the fighting was for naugt.”


“I wish to speak with him about that before he goes. He has been avoiding me.” Kili questioned the wizard. “Does he fear me?”
“Oh, no,” Gandalf replied less than honestly.
“Do you fear me?” Kili searched Gandalf’s eyes for the truth. “You do, don’t you?” Gandalf began to deny this, but Kili stopped him. “I think you do, and in truth, I fear for myself. What if I become sick, like my uncle did?”
Gandalf felt some relief that Kili was even asking the question. “When you look at the gold, what do you see?”
Kili thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I see gold – more treasure than I thought could exist.”
“And what do you feel when you touch it?”
Kili uttered a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “I have not touched it.”


Gandalf nodded. “Well then, let us find out.” When Kili balked Gandalf added, “Do not fear, I will be right beside you.”
They walked down the stairs, past the entrance and down to the mid-level that was filled with so much gold as defied imagination. Gloin was working with several dwarves, attempting to separate coin from jewels and other treasures. They stopped and stood at attention when he came up. “We are making some wee progress,” Gloin reported, “but this task will take weeks.”
“Take all the time you need,” Kili said before walking past with Gandalf. He stood nervously before an unsorted pile, took a deep breath and scooped up a handful of gold coins. He felt their weight noticed and how cold they were before letting them spill through his fingers. Turning to Gandalf he said, “Nothing. I feel nothing for this gold.” He then reached inside his shirt for the token, holding it carefully. “This means more to me, far more.”


Gandalf sighed in relief. “Well, that’s good. Very good. I think you have nothing to fear.” He bent down to examine the token. “Keep that with you always. You will be a very fine King, and I believe you will make your family proud!” Kili clutched the token tightly, then slipped it back inside his shirt, over his heart.
One week later both a funeral and coronation were held inside Erebor. The funeral was attended by a few thousand dwarves from the Iron Hills, a few hundred new citizens of Dale, a wizard and a Hobbit. Eleven dwarves from the Blue Mountains carried the bodies of Fili, son of Dis, and Thorin, son of Thrain, down to the crypt, lowering them carefully into their stone tombs. Both wore death masks of such careful detail that, to all observers they appeared to be merely sleeping. Fili was laid to rest in a new suit of dwarven chainmail, a royal blue robe wrapped around his shoulders and a silver belt tied at the waist. Thorin was resplendent in the royal blue robe of his grandfather, the gold crown atop his head. Kili had insisted on this, as Thorin had been King Under the Mountain, even if only for a few days. But in truth, Kili would never wear them himself, for they reminded him too much of his uncle’s dragon-sickness.


He first approached his brother, placing Fili’s two swords in each hand, and laying the throwing axes at his feet. He then took one last look at his brother, breaking down into quiet sobs. “Fili,” he whispered, “I always thought you’d be with me forever. I miss you so much.” Ten other dwarves cried silently with him. After a few minutes he regained his composure before stepping over to his uncle. He placed Orcrist across Thorin’s chest. “Thorin, my uncle, my King. You accomplished that which you set out to do, but at a great cost. You taught me so much. I pray that I can live up to your legacy. Farewell, Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain.” He then stood with the rest of his Company – for they were His Company now – while the long procession began, led by the Hobbit. After each person in attendance walked past the tombs, the heavy stone lids were pushed into place. Kili then led the procession out.
The funeral took all morning, the coronation would take all afternoon. The throne had been repaired, although the Arkenstone would not be housed in it. Kili would have buried it with Thorin, but he had to keep it as a symbol of his right to rule. “My right,” he scoffed quietly – what right did he really have? He wondered if he could even go through with this.
Fortunately Balin had arranged for the entire ceremony, and was explaining to him what would happen. “You will walk up to the throne, and then turn to face the dwarves. I will put the Arkenstone in your hands and give a speech asserting your kinship to Thorin, and your succession to the Throne. You will then kneel and make the pledge, receive your crown, and then stand and be presented as King Under the Mountain.” Patting Kili’s arm he added, “Don’t worry, lad, it will all be over with soon enough. And we will all be there by your side, where we will always be.”

 “Thank you,” Kili said gratefully. He wore a new suit of clothing and polished gold chainmail for the event. Hoping he looked kingly enough, he said “Let us begin.”

 Bifur, Bofur and Bombur took their place in a balcony and blew horns announcing the coronation. All in attendance stood as Dori, Nori and Ori came in first, carrying an exquisite banner. They were followed by Oin and Gloin, then Balin and Dwalin, and finally Kili. All wore the same gold chainmail over black clothing. Balin carried the Arkenstone, while Dwalin carried the new robe and crown. After they climbed the steps to the new throne, Ori, Dori and Nori moved to the left, while Oin, Gloin, Balin and Dwalin moved to Kili’s right. Balin held the Arkestone over his head. “Behold, the heirloom of the House of Durin, passed from King Thror to Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, and King Under the Mountain. By right of succession it now passes to Kili, son of Dis, sister to Thorin Oakenshield and daughter of Thrain. As a son of Durin and heir to the throne, I present this to you.” Kili extended both hands, shaking a bit, and took the stone from Balin. Balin motioned for Kili to kneel. “As King, you are charged with the welfare of your people, and defense of this mountain home, to rule with justice and fairness, never forsaking or dishonoring the throne. Do you accept this charge?”


Kili looked up at his friend, the wisest dwarf he knew. Balin smiled and nodded, reassuring his young King. “I do. As King, I will guard the welfare of my people, defend this mountain home, rule with justice and fairness, never forsaking or dishonoring the throne.” Balin took the new crown from his brother – made of gold, it was similar in design to Thorin’s, but the points were shorter and wider – and placed it on the young Dwarf’s head. He motioned for Kili to stand. Dwalin then draped the robe around Kili’s shoulders – a deep, royal blue trimmed in silver, with silver fox fur adorning the collar. He turned to face the audience while Balin declared, “Our new King, Kili, heir of Thorin Oakenshield! Here we pledge our loyalty to thee!” All the dwarves in the procession knelt, and every dwarf in the audience did the same. Bilbo and Gandalf were in a seat of honor in another balcony, but they also knelt in honor of their friend. Kili saw them, smiled and nodded in favor of their gesture. After a minute he motioned for all to rise. At that point Dwalin stepped forward. “All hail Kili, Son of Durin, King Under the Mountain — long may he reign!” All the dwarves cheered, stamped and rattled their weapons. The commotion could be heard all the way to the highest points of Dale, across the river to Ravenhill, and nearly all the way to Murkwood. It continued for several minutes, even drowning out the horns no matter how hard Bombur blew into his! Finally the procession lined up and walked out of the hall, which slowed some of the dwarven cheering as the assembly began to disperse. Bilbo and Gandalf had to clap their hands over their ears as they hurried out, wanting to catch up with Kili and the Company before they started the long journey home.


“Do not be afraid,” Gandalf reassured the Hobbit, “he wants to see you, and he bears you no ill will.”
They found Kili waiting for them outside, still wearing the robe and crown. He handed the Arkenstone to Balin. “Find a safe place for this,” he said, “and keep it under lock and key.”
Balin nodded. “I know just the place for it.” He turned and walked away, smiling at Bilbo before he left.
“Bilbo, it is good to see you again.” Kili motioned for Bilbo to come closer. “You are looking well.”
“Thank you,” he replied, “and you are looking – very regal.”
Kili chuckled a bit. “I truly hope so. I must get used to this crown, it feels so heavy. My friend, Balin tells me you have refused to take any of the treasure.”
“Well, after what I did I didn’t think I deserved it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Bilbo, I understand why you did what you did.”
“I stole from you. I took your family heirloom and gave it to Bard.”

                                                     

 “Yes you did, and if I hadn’t heard you say so I would never have believed it.” Kili looked away, grimacing. “You said it yourself, at that moment he trusted you more than his own kin. And you were right, he was changed. I did not like what he had become.” He turned back sharply. “But I said nothing. None of us would have challenged him the way you did. We would have followed him into death and disgrace. I think what you said to him helped bring him back. If he had lived, I know he would have forgiven you, as I forgive you now. So please, take some of the treasure. I cannot give you all that was promised originally, but you will still leave a wealthy hobbit.”


“How could I possibly carry it all?” Bilbo laughed. “It’s inconceivable. All I really need is a good pony.”
“Then a pony you shall have,” Kili declared, “and a fine saddle, with food and some traveling money. I can’t have my hobbit going hungry, now can I? You must also keep the Mithreal shirt. Thorin would have wanted you to have it, I am sure of it. Wear it on your way home, it will keep you safe.” He sighed. “I will miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too. But I will always remember you, all of you. Let me show you something.” Bilbo pulled the acorn from his pocket. “I picked this up in Beorn’s garden, and I’ll plant it in my own. When I showed this to Thorin, he called it a poor prize, but, well….”
“I understand.” Kili pulled the runestone from his shirt and showed it to Bilbo. “My mother gave this to me – it means more to me than the Arkenstone ever could.”
“I can understand that,” Bilbo nodded. “That is the true heirloom of your family.”
“That is kind of you to say.” Kili slipped the runestone back into his shirt. “I’d like to think Thorin would agree. Bilbo, I know you want to go back to your home, but you are welcome to stay as long as you would like.”
“Thank you, but I think I’ve been away from home far too long.” Bilbo paused for a moment. “Kili, I want to tell you something. Thorin spoke to me before he died. He told me he wanted to part in friendship. He asked ME for forgiveness – which of course I’d already given. He said if more people valued home over gold, the world would be a merrier place.”


“Value home over gold,” Kili repeated. “One final lesson from Thorin.” Kili looked at Erebor as Gandalf came out guiding a saddled pony. “It’s going to take me a year just to learn this place.”
“Well then, you best get started.” Bilbo smiled warmly at the new King. Kili pulled the Hobbit into a strong embrace and held him for nearly a minute. When he released his grip, Bilbo couldn’t help but exclaim, “You are so much like him.”
Kili smiled. “I hope so. Farewell, Master Burglar.”
“Farewell, King Under the Mountain.” Bilbo bowed slightly, smiled again, then mounted the pony and rode away.


Kili stood watching until the Hobbit and the Wizard disappeared around the bend. While he stood there, Balin and Dwalin came out to him. “We received a message from your mother,” Balin reported. “She is leaving Erid Luin immediately. She is most anxious to see you again.”
“I am most anxious to see her as well.” Kili thought for a moment. “Does she say how she plans to travel?”
Balin reported, “She will travel east to Bree, then south on the Greenway to Dunland, through the Gap of Rohan to the Anduin. It will be a long journey, but that is the safest route.”
Kili nodded in agreement. “Dwalin, can you gather a few guards and meet her in Dunland?”
“Aye, I’ll leave immediately. We will bring your mother home, safe and sound,” he added as he bowed, then he quickly turned and walked away.
“Home,” Kili repeated. He touched the runestone, still over his heart. “Balin, show me around my new home.”
“My pleasure,” Balin said as he led the way. Kili squared his shoulders and followed Balin back inside Erebor.

                                                                     

                                               

The End

The third chapter of DAE, reading of LotR and more!

Hello friends! Here's DainPig!

I still working in my fan fiction called Darkness Above Erebor. I have posted the first two chapters here, and you can see it in The One Ring Forum in this link: First chapter and second chapter.

It is taking very long to finish this story, and I am having a mind-block to writte anything. But I promise I will post this one day.

In this third and final chapter, we will see the upshot of Erebor's tale about the return of the Shadows. I can't say spoilers, just wait!

 Another fan fiction

Darkness Above Erebor is actually my first fan fiction ever about anything, this explain why is so... so poor. But I was really thinking about right another The Hobbit fanfic. I think it would be great to writte something about Bard and his family, maybe the story of how Bard's wife died in Tilda's born.

Extended Edition of The Battle of the Five Armies!

The Extended Edition of BOTFA will be launch in Nov. of this year, I can not wait for it! There's some many things about the EE that I can not post everything about here. But I found this cool video I think you help you guys:

FotR

Well, I am also reading a nice book called The Fellowship of the Ring, and it is been a good experience. I read this before, but did not finished. Now I will read the entire trilogy and I am very excited!

I am in the eighth chapter, I do not remember the name, but is when the hobbits are attacked by ghosts in some hills, and Tom Bombadil save them. Now I will stop of speak, because Bombadil sucks, and I do not like of speak about this guy!

Well, stay tunned!

[Fanfic] Darkness Above Erebor - Chapter 1 & 2

This is my fanfiction, I made it and it is called Darkness Above Erebor. This is story is based in The Hobbit movies by Peter Jackson, and I am very fan of the trilogy. It is a alternate universe, where Thorin Oakenshield never was cured of the Dragon Sickness. So he was crowned as King Under the Moutain, but something yet was wrong with Thorin. Originally I posted it in The One Ring Forum, and now it is here. I am working in the third part, and soon I will post it here.

Enjoy it!

Darkness Above Erebor 

Chapter 1 

Ten years has passed since the Battle of the Five Armies. Thorin is now know as The King Under the Moutain, and his name is acclameid in all the wilderlands and beyond. The land nearly of the Lonely Moutain is now beautiful and green and Dale, erstwhile a city, is now a great kingdom ruled by Bard, who killed Smaug the Dragon ten years ago. The relationship with the elves of Mirkwood is now very strong, and Thranduil is a great friend of Thorin. None orc has challenged the magnificence of Erebor since the death of Azog and his dirty son, Bolg, because Erebor’s army is the strongest of these parts of Middle earth.

But the life is not just bliss. Thorin’s nephew, Kili, was killed by Bolg ten years ago. Thorin, in his memory, built a great tomb inside Erebor, and that is the saddest place in the entire mountain.

The only heir of Thorin is Fili, brother of Kili, and he is supposed to inheriting the crown.

Although the song which exalt the eclat of Erebor, the mind of Thorin was full of darkness. Dís, Thorin’s sister and mother of Fili and Kili, has realized it.

- Since he is king, he never demonstrated his real personality. I never heard Thorin singing any song. He is a dark king – she said.

- He remember me his grandphater – said Balin, one of royal advisers and the oldest Thorin’s friend – Thrór also had fell into the shadows. It’s the gold sickness.

And it was true. In those times, Thorin spoke with gloomy words. Despite being friend of Thranduil, Thorin never trusted so much in the Elvenking.

- He is a mighty king – said Thrandul – but he have a dark mind, and I am afraid of his actions. It is happening the same happened to Thrór, his love for the gold is more than anything.

In the course of the time, Thorin was getting worse. He was bulting new temples inside the mountain. Not temples for Aulë or Durin, but for “new gods”.

- We have our own deities, but we need to trust more in the Lords of the north – said Thorin.

And suddenly the mountain had houses to laud gods like “Laab” and “Mithrozar”. These was evil and false deities, praised by many men in the north.

And, then, the days were getting dark. The wises from Dale said: These are dreadful days. Spirits of ancient days are earning power in Middle earth.

Even Bard, king of Dale, was afraid of Thorin, and turned away from him.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the world, there is a place that no dark can panatrate: The Shire.

Land of a peaceful people called hobbits, the Shire is probably the most halcyon place of Middle earth.

The hobbits are not know as great warriors, heroes or adventurers. But there is a hobbit who is an exception: Bilbo Baggins.

Ten years ago, Bilbo entered in a great adventure, an adventure that changed his life forever. His journey as a burgler to stole the Arkesntone from Smaug is now written in a book called Red Book. Of course it is not an official name, but it is a name.

Ten years ago, Bilbo was just a peaceful hobbit. But in a morning, Gandalf, the Grey, knocked in his door asking him to share in a journey with 13 dwarves. There are many songs about Bilbo’s journey, but the greatest of them talk about the Battle of the Five Armies. This fight involved five great armies: men, dwarves, elves, orcs and eagles. At the end of the battle, the orcs, leaded by Azog and Bolg, were defeated and Thorin was crowned as King Under the Moutain, although his nephew Killi died.

Bilbo never forgot this adventure, and wrote a book.

But the life for Bilbo now is very peaceful, and no other dwarf knocked his door. Not at the beginning of this story…

In a beautiful day in 2962, Bilbo was drinking tea when suddenly someone knocked his door.

- Who would be? – he though.

He opened the door and there were two dwarves.

- Nár, at your service – said the first

- And Vár, at your service – said the other

Bilbo got surprise. He did not see dwarves since Balin, son of Fundin, visited the Bag End 12 years ago. But now there were two more dwarves, and by the accent, they were from Erebor.

- Good morning, master dwarves. How can I help you? – Bilbo said politely

- We think you could help us, Mister Baggins – said Nár – can we enter in your house?

- Of course, my gentlemen

Bilbo is a hobbit, so, like the other of his people, he extremely polite. Twenty years ago, he opened the door of his house to 13 dwarves, and then his journey began.

Shortly, there were two dwarves chating in Bilbo’s dining table, and Bilbo came bringing tea and a small seed cake.

- Well, as you must know, Mister Baggins – said Nár – we are dwarves.

- This is not a surprise – said Bilbo

- My name is Nár, and this is my younger brother, Vár. We are dwarves from Erebor…

When Nár said the word “Erebor”, Bilbo automatically looked up. There were a long time he did not hear this word.

- We came in the name of Fili, prince of Erebor – kept talking Nár – he is inviting you to Erebor. – I would love to return to the mountain – said Bilbo – but there is a good reason?

- In two months will be celebrate the tenth anniversary of Erebor’s reconquest. And since you was part of the company that claimed the Moutain, Fili, our lord, thought you would be a good invited.

- Well – Bilbo said – when we leave?

In the next moring, Bilbo, Nár and Vár leaved the Shire towards Erebor. They took a route further north and did not passed though Rivendell, and it was a sorrow for Bilbo.

But, in less than a month, they were finally at the south corner of Mirkwood. And there were Erebor, the Lonaly Moutain, now ten years after the death of Smaug, it was a great and beautiful king. The sky above the Moutain was blue like the western oceans, and the woodlands near Moutain was green and full of birdsongs. The grandeur of Erebor was like cities of Minas Tirith or the ancient Gondolin, which Bilbo just has heard about.

The first thing Bilbo saw was the city of Dale.

During Bilbo’s adventure, Dale was just a ruined city destroyed by Smaug. Now, the men of Long Lake reconstructed it and Dale became the largest city in the north of Middle earth. Full of merchants from faraway lands, mostly from the east, where the peoples had a yellow skin and spoke with a weird language which Bilbo had never heard.

The king was Bard, a descendent of Girion. Ten years ago, he used a black arrow, heritage of his family, to kill Smaug. Now, he is one of the mightiest men of north.

And then, finally, Bilbo arrived in Erebor.

Before the entered the frontgate, someone called his name.

- Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins!

Was Fili, son of Dís and Thorin’s naphew. Now, he was very different from before. He was older, of couse, but his beard was bigger. Fili dressed a royal red mantle, long and elegant.

- Bilbo Baggins, is good to see you again. Welcome to Erebor again. I was waiting for you.

And then he hugged Bilbo.

- Nár and Vár, welcome back, thanks for everything. Here is the payment – said Fili, giving five golden coins for each dwarf.

- We thank, my lord – said Nár and Vár, and they left.

- Ah, these dwarves. Come on, Bilbo, you are our invited. Lets know our kingdom.

Fili took Bilbo for several corridors inside the Moutain. Showing Bilbo the magnificence of Erebor. The kingdom was full of dwarves, all the kind of naugrim. Even some dwarves with strange clothes and black skin, probably came from the south.

- In the last years, our population had increased – said Fili – all the dwarves of Middle Earth come to our kingdom, because the songs about the King Under the Moutain are the most beautiful of the west.

- The king – said Bilbo – where is Thorin?

- Lord Thorin! – corrected Fili – I know you are closer friends, but you must call him just as Lord.

- Sorry – said Bilbo lowering the head.

After some time walking, they entered in a high level of the city. They were at the king’s hall.

Bilbo walked in a long black bridge, and far he could see a giant throne with Thorin sat on it.

There were several dwarves singing ancient songs, but Bilbo did not undertand none, because they were singing in dwarvish.

Thorin now was a real dwarf lord. His beard was so great as Durin’s beard, and he had a mighty look. He was dressed with a larg mantle and a new golden crown.

Thorin lifted the face.

- - Stop the music! – said the king - what do you want, Fili?

- My lord – Fili bowed – sorry for interrunpting. I bring and old friend.

And Bilbo bowed.

- Well, Master Baggins, is not? Good to see you again. And you are not dead, this is good. What bring you here? – said Thorin looking at Bilbo

- I was informed – said Bilbo – Golden rivers are flowing from the mountain for a decade. And I left my confortable hole in the west to give you my congratulations, My Lord.

Thorin smiled darkly.

- - It is good to see you have now some respect for the kings, Master Baggins – as I can see, you are not no longer a thief.

- No my lord – Bilbo was really afraid. Thorin’s image at the throne was very threateing, as a dark lord in his dark throne.                      

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And then Thorin took Bilbo to a small and empty room.

- This is a great kingdom – said Thorin – and my crown’s weight is too great. I do not know if I really can continue ruling this mountain.

- What? – said Bilbo – but, my lord, you demonstrated all this time that you is the real heir of Durin. And you deserves the crown. Your kin is happy with the King Under the Moutain.

- Yes, but theres something I love more then anything.

- What?

- The gold.

At this point, Bilbo remembered from the ancient sickness of Thorin’s grandphater. The remembered how it caused problems in the past and how, ten years ago, Thorin almost killed Bilbo.

- The gold is priceless – kept talking Thorin – he can enter in our soul and can not be removed. Is because that, Bilbo, I love my gods.

- What gods? – said Bilbo confused and scared.

- The Lord of the New World. Gorthaur…

When Thorin said this name, a chill passed though Bilbo’s spine. An old and dark name that can not be pronounced.

- Gorthaur? What is that, my lord?

- He is great, he is mighty and he is beautiful. Only Gorthaur can save us from the end of times and make a new world for all of us.

- But, my lord – said Bilbo – what about Durin?

- Durin can not save us. He is not so powerful as Gorthaur.

And Bilbo realized. These are really dark days.

Chapter 2

 

Fili took Bilbo at a dark hall, and there were a tomb.

- Here, Baggins – said the dwarf prince – here lies Kili, my brother.

The tomb were perfectly square, and it was a grey color, almost black.

- The day when Kili died was full of sadness, but bliss too – said Fili with a unhappy countanace – the armies of our enemies were defeated in those day. But Bolg, Azog’s dirty son, killed my brother. He smashed his head with a black mace...

- And what happened with Bolg?

- I killed him and burned his body – said Fili.

It was clear. Fili was a marked person by brother’s death and his hate for the orcs and other dark creatures was great.

- We should not have done that – Fili put his hand on the face, crying – we should not have ran away to the battle.

- What? – said Bilbo

- Bofur, Dwalin, Ori, Kili me. In those day we escaped the mountain. We wanted to enter the battle, because Thorin did not allow us. But when we was the battle field, Bolg’s army, came from the north, surrounded Dain’s army. It was luck that Thranduil’s army arrived and halped us. But… before the end, Bolg found Kili and killed him… You did no see it, Master Hobbit, because you were at Dale with the Wizard and the men.

- I am sorry – said Bilbo – I could not help…

- Of couse you could not! The forces of the enemies were too powerful, and before Azog’s death by Dain, the battle was said as losted by for most of the men, elves and dwarves…. Now, get out of here, Baggins, leave me alone…

During those days, Bilbo stayed in Erebor in a royal house reserved by Fili. But Bilbo visited Dale constantly, passed the day there, hearing the songs singed by youngs maiden, songs about the Quest, when Smaug died. The people of Dale were quite warm and gentle, and received Bilbo with great affection.

Even Bain, prince of Dale, greeted the hobbit.

- Greetings, Master Hobbit! – said Bain. Bilbo remembered little about him. Bain helped his father Bard to kill Smaug when it was destroying Esgaroth. As the tales says, Bard used Bain’s back as a support to the black arrow, and then shot it and killed the beast.

Bain, his father and sisters, Sigrid and Tilda, survived of the destruction of Lake Town. After the Battle of the Five Armies, Bard was crowned as King of Dale, and Bain became the prince.

- Come with me Bilbo, let’s drink something – and then took Bilbo to his chamber in the Great House, at the center of the city.

- What are you thinking of Dale? – asked Bain, drinking vine and offering to Bilbo.

- It is better than the last time I saw, and bigger! And I am happy to know that Lake Town is now a great city, and with a great Master.

- Yeah, my father has ruled these lands with a great arm. Actually, my father, the Elven-king and the King Under the Moutain had made it. Old enemies never more entered in Rhovanion and Mirkwood is now the Great Green Forest more once.

- Yes – said Bilbo – but I think the dark powers always manages might, in any age of this world.

- What you want to say?

- Thorin. I feel he turned to darkness. The halls of Erebor are full of idols, strange figures.

- Are you sure? – said Bain.

- Yes. Thorin said it to me. He reveres a god called Gorthaur.

In this moment, Bain rose, and looked to Erebor’s gate by a window in his chamber. His aspect of surprise.

- What is the matter, my lord? – asked Bilbo, rising.

- This name. Gorthaur. I have heard it before. And the old tales say nothing good about that name. An old demon, came from the darkness, servent of the Supreme Evil.

Bilbo got terrified. Thorin once was a great friend. He never imagined that the Dragon Sickness would become it. Now Thorin was servent of evil, as Bain said, and it was scary.

Three weeks had past and Bilbo was thinking if he really wanted to go home.

- My relatives must be missing me – thought Bilbo.

Those days, the hobbit visited all the lands near the Lonaly Moutain, including north and south. He visited the new Lake Town, constructed by Bard after the Battle of Five Armies. And it was bigger than the ancient Esgaroth, and the new Master was a great man, respectable and wise.

Finally, Bilbo was ready to go home, and got sad. He really got enchanted by the things of those lands, and the people was wonderful.

- It is a pity I did not bring my book with me – thought Bilbo.

But, before leave, Bilbo was surprised for someone in Dale.

- Bilbo Baggins!

- I do not believe! – said Bilbo – Gandalf! Is that you?

- Has been a long time, Bilbo, my old friend – said the Grey Wizard.

They talked for a long time, about about all the things they had passed. And Bilbo was very happy to see his best friend finally after 2 years, since Gandalf and Balin visited him in Bag End.

Bilbo learned that Gandalf came from the south to meet Radagast, the Brown, on the Great Green Wood, but did not find him. Rosghobel was abondened.

- And where do you think he is now? – said Bilbo

- I do not know – replied Gandalf – I do not see him a few years ago. But this do not matter for you. You are a hobbit, Master Baggins, and the big peoples’s stuff is not concern of you. Now tell me – said Gandalf – how are the thing in The Shire?

- I still writing my book – said Bilbo with a large smile in the face – it have not a name, but I have been thinking in something like “There and Back Again: A Hobbit’s Holiday.” I thought in a good ending: “And then he lived happy until the end of his days.”

- I am sure it is a perfect name – said Gandalf smiling.

- I am leaving today, Gandalf, but I do not want. The Shire is my homeland and I love it. But many peoples and things I love too lies here, in the Lonely Mountain. Thorin is one of my best friends, although his sickness.

- Yes, this is the problem, and this is one of the reasons why I am here – said Gandalf, smoking his pipe – ten years ago, I helped Thorin and the dwarves to reclaim Erebor. Do you know why, Bilbo?

- Well, you wanted some gold? – asked Bilbo, comical tone.

- I am not kidding – said Gandalf

And then the Wizard explained all to Bilbo. The reason of the Quest of Erebor and why Smaug was seen as a danger.

- I talked to Thorin – said the hobbit – he is once more praising new gods. I saw his royal chamber, and there is full of strange idols.

- And what you know more? Tell me! – asked the Grey

- Well, he is praising a deity called Gorthaur, and I…

- No! This is not good! – Gandalf rose, completely scared – this is not a good name, Bilbo!

- What is this name? – said Bilbo – What Gorthaur means? What is it Gandalf?

- An ancient enemie! An ancient demon! This name is cursed, Bilbo, it is not good to be pronounced. Once, Gorthaur was a powerful witch, and thanks to him many folks fell in the world… even the greatest kingdom of men fell by the words of Gorthaur… you must live these lands now, Bilbo! Get out of here!

Gandalf could see the little hobbit going on the road and thought how Bilbo was lucky of need not to take of these stuff. And then Gandalf entered Erebor, but there were many guards blocking the gate.

- Halt! Who is there? – said a guard

- I am Gandalf, the Grey. I am a Thorin’s friend, although he did not see me for a long time. I need to talk to him right now.

- We will take you to Master Balin – said another guard

Those times, Balin had an important role in Erebor. He was the king’s ambassador, and spoke with all those arrived in the Moutain.

- I need to talk about King’s worship – said Gandalf, direct to the point – these lands are in great dangerous. Not just Erebor, but all the lands around the Moutain… and beyond.

- We have knowledge of Thorin’s worship – said Balin – but this do not worry us.

- But should – Gandalf replied – Bilbo Baggins had talk with Thorin. The king is now praising ancient deities, including one that I really am afraid: Gorthaur….

After nearly two weeks traveling Rhovanion, Bilbo passed through Mirkwood (now Great Green Forest of North) and now was coming near the Misty Moutains. He stayed at Beorn’s house for many days.

- You can stay here, halfling, for long how you want – said Beorn. He is a skin-changer, a man who can turn in a big animal, and Beorn could turn in a huge black bear. Long ago, he helped Bilbo and Thorin to get through the Wilderlands. During the Battle of the Five, Beorn came mounted in the Eagles and fought the orcs.

After the Quest of Erebor, Bilbo and Beorn became great friends. The hobbit visited Beorn house during his Return Journey ten years ago, and stayed there for a long time. Beorn’s garden was full of flowers of all the kinds and the birds sang togheter excerpts of the Great Music. A beautiful place.

- So, Master Halfling, how are going Erebor? – asked Beorn, serving milk to Bilbo

- All right there. Very different from years ago.

- And what about the King Under the Mountain? Still clod?

- Yes, I think – said Bilbo drinking Beorn’s sweet milk – but he was weird and I saw him.

- Weird? – Beorn sat – how so?

- He is clearly praising new deities in his personal life. One of the deities he call “Gorthaur.”

- Gorthaur? I have heard this name before. I remember it. It is not a good think, halflin. To speak the truth, I think we are in dark days.

- What? – asked Bilbo scared – what you mean with “dark days?”

- I remember when a dark power ruled these lands. And this time was not a pleasant, no way. Follow me, Halfling, I will show you something.

Beorn went to a closet and took of there an old, dusty book, brown cover.

- It is in my family for years – said Beorn, and then opened the book – it is a book written by one of the wise men of these parts. It is called The Book of Neiklot.

- Who is Neiklot? – said Bilbo

- Neiklot was a man, Halfling, who lived in these lands long ago. But I do not know when he lived, the book do not explain it.

- And what is this book about?

- It is ancient tale. The story of a man who confronted Gorthaur.

At that point, Bilbo had heard very much the name “Gorthaur” and then he could not resist the question:

- Tell me Beorn, who is Gorthaur?

- Long ago – the skin-changer started – there was a large land in the northwest known as Country of Balar. There, the Supreme Dark Lord Morgoth built his castle and fortified it. Many frightful and sable creatures lived in that place, including Gorthaur. But when the Black Castle was destroyed by the Lords of West, and Morgoth defeated, Gorthaur ran away and took refuge in the south. For a long time he ruled this land and enslaved peaceful men.

Bilbo was paralyzed. He never imagined the enemy would be so powerful and terrible. The hobbit had heard about an ancient Evil Lord, but never one of him servants had flent and taken refuge in Middle earth.

- Neiklot led and army to destroy Gorthaur, but he losted the battle and Gorthaur cursed Neiklot, imprisioned him in the deepiest hole of the Misty Moutains. He still there, being tormented by spirits of the past.

- But – said the hobbit, changing subject – why Thorin would look for Gorthaur?

- I do not know. But will discovery for myself. I am going to the Big Solitary Hill, Halfling, are you going with me? – said Beorn

Thorin would make a speech. He was nervous and kissed a small black idol with weird symbols.

His people were out there, waiting for the King. They did not know, but Thorin was praising dark gods, and these were speaking in his ear.

There was a great lord’s table, and a furnace behind. Thorin was not so majestic, just with a grey tunic and he was not with Durin’s crown.

- My people – began Thorin – today is a great day for all of us! Because Aulë is calling me – and then Thorin put a knife out of his pocket and cutted his left hand. The people screamed – Aulë is calling my blood, and I give my blood. But he need more blood… - in that moment, the people was completely scared about them King.

Two guards came with a young lad. He cried for mercy. But Thorin just cut his throat. The spilled blood was put in a yellow pitcher, and Thorin drank it. The King took the young dwarf’s body and threw into the furnace, burning his body.

-  People of Erebor – shouted Thorin – look on the new identity of Aulë. I am no longer your lord. Now we have a new lord: Sauron