A fanfic about the returning to Erebor after the Battle of the Five Armies. This fanfic contains some imagination, since we don't really know much about what exactly happened after the battle.
Rating and comments are highly appreciated.
xo DOLLguldur
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Erebor, long before our homeland got taken by a dragon. A dragon named Smaug, whom would destroy all we had and all that was left. The gold sickness had fell over Thrór, which caused for the whole community to fell apart.
The halls in the kingdom were empty, not filled with laughter coming from young Dwarflings. The only sounds being heard in the kingdom, was the sound of mining dwarves. Everybody was changed by the obsession of their king and all would change after the dragon came. Destorying the city of Dale on his way towards the kingdom which was build in the Lonely Mountain.
Nobody would've ever thought something like that would happen to a kingdom as big as Erebor. But things changed.
The dwarves were driven out of their kingdom, seeking help from the elves coming from Mirkwood. But their king, Thranduil, wouldn't bother to help. He turned around and left, leaving the dwarves on their own in time of need.
Years had passed while the dwarves were living somewhere else, but their current king, Thorin Oakenshield, wanted back what belonged to his dwarves. Erebor and his gold would be his once more and so he gathered some dwarves, brave dwarves who wanted the same as their king, and went on the adventure that would change their lives.
Some of them would die, and others would survive. But one thing was certain; they would take back Erebor and live their lives again, just like they used to with their new king Thorin.
