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Fire roared as I stood in the Great Halls of Erebor as the beast attacked. I ran towards the doors as I heard a cry from the fire-breather and over that cry I heard my name being called. I looked to the voice and saw Dis, Thorin's young sister running towards me. I stop and ran back to her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her along to the doors. The dragon had entered the Halls.

I pushed Dis to the doors and went to stand next to the other warriors and as I did a fire was blown into my face…

I woke with a gasp as I shot up in my sleep from the vivid dream – memory. I swung my legs over the side of the bed in the Prancing Pony's room and breathed deeply to calm my breathing. I stared into the air as I remembered the attack on Erebor. I lifted my shirt up to under my chest and looked at the burn that marred my right side down to my thigh. It ached every time I dream of that day. I sighed as I pulled my undershirt down and got up.

My memory switched to the thoughts of Dale and its rich vine and vale. It was a peaceful city that was before you reached the doors of greatest kingdom known at the time; Erebor.

Thror, King under the Mountain, was the mightiest of the kings. His kingdom was an enormous mountain with a massive gateway built into the side. On each side of the doorway was huge statues of previous leaders of the mountain. It held vast chambers and carved statues. It was known for its jewels and gold as dwarfs were forgers of all kinds and were creators. I once stood to the left side of the King along with my father for we were his greatest warriors.

The skill of a dwarf was unequaled and they went deeper into the heart of the mountain where they found a rare jewel; the Arkenstone. Thror named it the King's Jewel, for he took it as a sign that his rule was divine.

But soon the days grew dark and the years of peace dwindled into sour watchful days. Thror gained a sickness that most lords succumb to… the sickness of greed and only bad things will follow.

Soon enough the fire drake from the north attacked.

My memory slowly went away as I prepared for the day. I sighed as I locked the memory in the back of my mind.

I've been to many places in 245 years of life. Mirkwood, Laketown, Gondor, and Rohan. I've forgotten to introduce myself to my readers. I'm Arien, a Halfling as my mother was a Dunadain Ranger and my father was a dwarf, raised in Erebor, as I was. When I was born my mother died and my father bought me to Erebor where I stayed until I was 74. That was when Smaug attacked. My father, Tosur, died when the dragon attacked the Great Halls. When the dwarfs lived in exile I was with them for a good five years. After that I travelled.

My story starts when a wizard decided that I was needed for a certain quest. I was taking a rest outside of Bree when a known wizard made himself appear to me…