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It had started quite simply by looking at the Mountain. Everyone was still on Carrock: Oin was going over to Thorin while Bilbo sat at the ledge, feet dangling over the top just staring at Erebor. A tune formed in his mind, then words flooded his mind. Bringing him images of the stories Balin told him of Erebor, and suddenly he couldn’t help but hum it.
The dwarfs didn’t really take notice of Bilbo’s humming simply because he always hummed when he was performing a task such as getting firewood or peeling potatoes. It was Bofur who noticed that the tune was a new one and went over to Bilbo.
“What yah hum’n there lad?” He asked as he sat down beside the Hobbit.
“I don’t know, just a song that came to me.”
“Oh do share, ‘ve heard yah hum, but no sing.” Bofur smiled and gently nudged Bilbo.
“Well it's kinda… a song for… well I guess the dwarfs of Erebor, and I don’t think it’ll be that good since I’m no dwarf.”
“It's alright laddie, yer one of us now. Come on. Sing.”
Bilbo looked at Bofur and then looked back at Erebor.
“Far over the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the heights
What was before, we see once more
Our kingdom a distant light
Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we’ll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the back of us yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold
From long ago when lanterns burned
Till this day our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown the Arkenstone
What was stolen must be returned
We must awake and make the day
To find a song for heart and soul
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the end of it yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
Far away from Misty Mountains cold.”
Bilbo finished his song, very aware of the eyes on him. He felt himself tense and hoped that he didn’t step over any boundaries. He really didn’t want to anger Thorin, not after he just got on his good side.
Bofur stood and then pulled Bilbo to stand with him as a large grin spread on his face, wrapping his arm around the Hobbit’s shoulders and leading him back to the group.
“Looks like we got ourselves a little birdie!” Kili said as he leaned against his brother.
“Do you mind if I write it down, Mr. Baggins?” Ori’s soft voice calmed him down. It seemed that the dwarfs liked what he sang.
“U-uh yes, of course...if you want to. I-I hope it wasn’t too bad.”
“I hope you’re joking, since it was the greatest thing I’ve heard.” Bombur said as he moved to allow room for Bilbo. The group fell into a comfortable silence as Oin checked over every one.
Bilbo never thought of the song nor heard the song until they were in Mirkwood. It had started with Fili and Kili humming it and then Nori and Ori picked up on the sound through their doors and started to sing.
He couldn’t help but grin as the elf dungeon filled with the dwarfs' singing, Thorin’s deep and powerful voice leading them on as the elf guards stood there in confusion, but did nothing to stop them.