It began Long Ago. In a land Far far far away. The like of which you would not find in the world today.
There was a city named Dale. Its markets known far and wide. full of bounties. Wine and Ale.
Peaceful and Prosperous.
For This city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in middle earth.
Erebor
Stronghold of Thror, king under the mountain. Mightiest of the dwarf lords. Thror ruled with utter surety. Never doubting that his house would endure. For he knew that his line lay secure in his son.
.. ......and his grandson.
As well as his adopted nephew, The young Hobbit Prince, belovedly known by the monicker
Hobbit Feet.
