Being manhandled and shoved now and again down a narrow street, the company looked warily around as people either peeked out of their windows to look down at them, or to walk out onto the street to get a better look. After walking for a few minutes, and after getting shoved one last time, the group were surrounded by guards and stood before the steps of a large grand heavily wooden doored building.
“What is the meaning of this?!” A man exclaimed as he walked out of the building. He pulled on a heavy brown cloak and looked at them through squinted eyes. He stood hunched and expectant, his eyes travelled amongst the group as his thin orange hair blew in the cold breeze of the evening.
“We caught 'em stealing weapons, Sire.” The leader of the guards spoke as he looked up at the Master of Lake Town.
“Ah! Enemies of the State, huh?” Came the shrewd response from guard's words. A finger did get jabbed in their directions. In the cold of the night, the group shuddered and looked up at the Master with either narrowed eyes or just plain confusion. Snow had started to slowly fall and was drifting over them silently, this was making the whole moment worse by making it even colder than it already was.
“A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, Sire.” Alfrid stood equally as hunched as the Master. He looked over the company with dark unemotional eyes.
“Hold your tongue,” Dwalin straightened up to his full height and stared towards the two males, who as yet still stood on the steps of the building. He had had enough of this conversation even before it fully hit off, being insulted was adding to his displeasure. Hearing his words caused the Master to look at him questionably. Dwalin stepped forwards slowly from the ranks of his friends. “You do not know to whom you speak! This is no common criminal. This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!” Dwalin said seriously while looking back to Thorin, he moved slowly away from Bilbo and Náriel and moved towards his friend.
“We are the Dwarves of Erebor,” Thorin said, the hushed voices of the crowd which surrounded them continued whispering at hearing this, though some did pitch in excitement. “We have come to reclaim our homeland.” Thorin looked up at the Master with a serious expression. This just caused the Master to look around with something close to wide eyed shock. He was not expecting this from his evening. “I remember this town in the great days of old.” Thorin said while slowly turning and looking up at the darkened buildings which surrounded them. “Fleets of boats lay at harbour, filled with silks and fine gems. This was no forsaken town on a lake. This was the centre of all the trade in the North!” Thorin said passionately, his words seemed to rally those surrounding him as the people gathered spoke in agreement. He looked over the people who were still looking at him and his friends with curiosity. “I would see those days return. I would relight the great forges of the Dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!” Thorin said while the more he spoke, the more the surrounding people agreed with him. Upon hearing this their cheers seemed to pitch in volume. Thorin turned and looked to the Master to see his reaction, he just still looked rather indifferent to it all.
“Death! That is what you will bring upon us.” A single voice managed to cut through the sound and a deathly silence now hung in the air. Bard pushed his way through the masses and looked down at Thorin, he had walked forwards towards the steps, but upon hearing Bard he too turned to look at him. “Dragonfire and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all.” Bard said quietly with the heavy realization troubling him, he stopped a little ways in front of Thorin. With his words now spoken, the people of Lake Town murmured and gasped.
“You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this; if we succeed all will share in the wealth of the Mountain.” Thorin said while sounding most honest and truthful with his words, he looked up at Bard at last. The worried noises of the crowd returned back to pleased gasps. “You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!” Thorin exclaimed now, his voice almost got lost over the pleased excited noises of the crowd, behind him the Master looked smugly pleased with these words.
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