"I've got to get out of here!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my hiding place. Smaug dove very close to the ground and as he turned, his belly glittered with the sparkling gems that shone in the moonlight. But a bare patch was made visible so Bard released the arrow. The arrow hit Smaug straight on target. So incredibly strong was that shot that it vanished completely into Smaug. The dragon let out a howl of pain that deafened ears, cut trees, and cracked stone. He soared upward and turned over amidst the clouds. I saw Smaug above me and falling back down to the ground. I heard Bilbo speak to me.
"Fawnabelle?! Can you hear me?" he asked in a muffled voice. I couldn't move and everything turned to slow motion. Smaug was falling even closer above me.
"I've seen enough! Please stop!" I begged fearfully with my eyes shut. I was too scared to look up anymore. I didn't want to see Smaug about to crush me!
"Please stop," I whimpered when light filled the darkness. I opened my eyes and squinted from the faint light. I sighed and saw that Bilbo was looking down at me. I realized I was sitting down. I looked to my left to see the dwarves talking to a raven.
"So much for joy, Thorin Oakenshield. You may go back to your halls in safety; all the treasure is yours -- for the moment. But many are gathering hither beside the birds. The news of the death of the guardian has already gone far and wide, and the legend of the wealth of Thror has not lost in the telling during many years; many are eager for a share of the spoil. Already a host of elves is on the way, and carrion birds are with them hoping for battle and slaughter. By the lake, men murmur that their sorrows are due to the dwarves: for they are homeless and many have died, and Smaug has destroyed their town. They too think to find amends from your treasure, whether you are alive or dead," the raven explained. He continued to speak to the dwarves but Bilbo sat down across from me and stared at me.
"Do I have something on my face?" I asked, half laughing. He laughed too and hugged me tightly.
"Ow," I squeaked. I suddenly became aware that I was hurt. But from what? And where?
"I'm sorry!" said Bilbo, releasing me from his hug.
"It's not you, Bilbo. I'm just a little hurt. But why am I in pain?" I asked, checking to see if I had any injuries.
"I don't know. But are you alright?" Bilbo asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine. I know you don't know, silly," I giggled quietly.
"Oh, well it doesn't look like you have any visible injuries," he replied. I nodded and he went to see what the dwarves had discovered. I felt a sharp pain in my hands. It felt like a knife was piercing through them. I bore the pain silently because I knew Bilbo would freak out and not leave me alone.
"I hope it doesn't get any worse," I thought, rubbing my hands to see if that helped.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Thursday, May 19, 2016
The Gathering of Birds and A Travel to the Past
Morning came and we woke up to the sound of many birds crying from above us. We saw birds gathering in the sky. They formed into groups that resembled dark clouds. All kinds of birds came from the South and clustered together.
"Something very peculiar is happening here," Thorin remarked. "The birds should be finished with their autumn wanderings for that time has passed. I can see flocks of finches and starlings. And far off there, I can see many carrion birds as if a battle has started!"
"Look there! That old thrush from the doorstep! It looks like he survived Smaug!" Bilbo cried. It was the same thrush from the Mountain.
"I don't think the snails did though," I laughed sadly. They chuckled a little bit and smiled. The thrush flew closer to us and fluttered his wings.
"He's dead! Smaug is dead!" the thrush sang. My eyes went wide after I heard what the thrush said. He cocked his head to one side and sang again.
"The dragon is dead! He's dead!" he sang happily.
"He must be trying to tell us something. But I cannot understand such birds. Their speech is quick and difficult. Can you make it out, Mister Baggins?" Balin asked.
"No, not really. What about you, Fawnabelle?" Bilbo asked. The thrush sang again.
"It's good news! He said-" I started to say. Until I saw a flash before my eyes. I blinked and I was in Lake-town.
"Don't tell me I transported!" I said aloud. Someone was running in my direction and they ran right through me!
"What? How did?" I stuttered. "I'm in... the past? This is when Smaug came and destroyed the city." I couldn't see clearly but there was fire everywhere. People were running and getting into boats. A strong wind rushed through the streets. I looked up and saw the great shadow of Smaug. My hair and skirt blew in the wind and I felt the heat from the fire. Sparks floated in the air and I saw someone run right past me. He was running against the crowd and had a bow in his hand.
"Bard!" I cried. He looked back at me and then up at the sky. He didn't say anything to me but kept running in the opposite direction. People started to scream and point at something behind me. A building was crumbling so I ran to follow Bard. Sparks floated in the air as I tried to keep up with him. He stopped suddenly and looked sideways. A string of fire fell from the sky and hit the road next to us. He backed up against the wall beside us until the fire died out. I looked up and saw Smaug spewing horrible flames towards the people.
"Where did he go?!" I asked frantically. And that was when I saw him with other archers, talking among themselves. I was about to make my way across when debris came crashing in front of me. I jumped over it and hid close enough for me to hear what they were planning to do. A thrush flew to him and hovered by his ear. Bard looked at him with an amazed gaze as if he had understood the bird. He pulled out the glorious black arrow from his quiver. It was the very last arrow. He put it in place and drew the bow-string to his ear.
"Arrow!" he cried. "I have saved you for the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I received you from my father, and him from his father of old. If you truly came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!" Smaug was coming our direction and Bard readied his aim.
"Something very peculiar is happening here," Thorin remarked. "The birds should be finished with their autumn wanderings for that time has passed. I can see flocks of finches and starlings. And far off there, I can see many carrion birds as if a battle has started!"
"Look there! That old thrush from the doorstep! It looks like he survived Smaug!" Bilbo cried. It was the same thrush from the Mountain.
"I don't think the snails did though," I laughed sadly. They chuckled a little bit and smiled. The thrush flew closer to us and fluttered his wings.
"He's dead! Smaug is dead!" the thrush sang. My eyes went wide after I heard what the thrush said. He cocked his head to one side and sang again.
"The dragon is dead! He's dead!" he sang happily.
"He must be trying to tell us something. But I cannot understand such birds. Their speech is quick and difficult. Can you make it out, Mister Baggins?" Balin asked.
"No, not really. What about you, Fawnabelle?" Bilbo asked. The thrush sang again.
"It's good news! He said-" I started to say. Until I saw a flash before my eyes. I blinked and I was in Lake-town.
"Don't tell me I transported!" I said aloud. Someone was running in my direction and they ran right through me!
"What? How did?" I stuttered. "I'm in... the past? This is when Smaug came and destroyed the city." I couldn't see clearly but there was fire everywhere. People were running and getting into boats. A strong wind rushed through the streets. I looked up and saw the great shadow of Smaug. My hair and skirt blew in the wind and I felt the heat from the fire. Sparks floated in the air and I saw someone run right past me. He was running against the crowd and had a bow in his hand.
"Bard!" I cried. He looked back at me and then up at the sky. He didn't say anything to me but kept running in the opposite direction. People started to scream and point at something behind me. A building was crumbling so I ran to follow Bard. Sparks floated in the air as I tried to keep up with him. He stopped suddenly and looked sideways. A string of fire fell from the sky and hit the road next to us. He backed up against the wall beside us until the fire died out. I looked up and saw Smaug spewing horrible flames towards the people.
"Where did he go?!" I asked frantically. And that was when I saw him with other archers, talking among themselves. I was about to make my way across when debris came crashing in front of me. I jumped over it and hid close enough for me to hear what they were planning to do. A thrush flew to him and hovered by his ear. Bard looked at him with an amazed gaze as if he had understood the bird. He pulled out the glorious black arrow from his quiver. It was the very last arrow. He put it in place and drew the bow-string to his ear.
"Arrow!" he cried. "I have saved you for the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I received you from my father, and him from his father of old. If you truly came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!" Smaug was coming our direction and Bard readied his aim.
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