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.
- Can we be
alone, Master Hobbit?
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
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