This story starts where you expect it to, not in a hole in the ground, but in a great Dwarf kingdom, Erebor. Erebor was ruled by Thror. Thror was a greedy dwarf, like most of them, but he was a great and powerful leader. His lined was secured by his son, Thrain, and grandson, Thorin.

Erebor was known for its gold. It had great gold mines. One day in the mines a dwarf found something. Something far from gold. A precious jewel, the Arkenstone. It became known as the kings jewel. Thror was so proud of it he hung it above his throne. People from all around would come to admire its beauty, even the elven king of Mirkwood, King Thranduil.

But Thror's hunger for gold grew. It was the most important thing to him now. King Thranduil warned him many times of what was going to come.
"Thror if  you don't get over this sickness a dragon will come from the North and destroy you all." King Thranduil would say. But Thror ignored him. He thought he was invincible but he couldn't of been more wrong.....

Everything was normal. The children were running through Dale laughing. Dwarf men were hard at work while the women attended to the children and household chores. Then it happened. They heard a high wind. It sounded like a hurricane coming. But Thorin knew better.
"Sound the alarm." He commanded one of his guards, Balin.
"What is it?" Balin questioned.
"Dragon. Dragon!!" Thorin annouced. Suddenly, the dragon swooped down and released its furry on Erebor. Burning everything in its path. Thorin gathered his army in front of the castle doors ready to fight. They fought hard but nothing could take down the dragon.

Out of instinct, Thror grabbed the Arkenstone. But as he was running away he dropped it in the pile of gold. He tried to jump in after it but Thorin stopped him. The dragon had won. The dwarves lost their home that day.

As they were fleeing from the dragon they asked the elves for help. Any other day King Thranduil would have but not today. He had warned Thror of his stupidity many times. He was not going to risk elvish blood on something that could've been prevented.

The dwarfs wandered the blue mountains, trying to create a new home. The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it. But he never forgave and he never forgot.
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So this is really short and maybe dumb but it will get better. Right now it's the narrator telling the story but later on I'll put it in different people's POV. So I hope you guys like it. Fav/Comment/Share please!