The fight for the Erebor (Edited)

Dol Guldur

"Put your weapons away!", I tell my friends.

"Thieves!", yells the brown wizard. "Fire! Mordio!" Radagast stops in front of us and talks to Mithrandir.

I sit a few meters away and notice Thorin coming to me.

"You've seen the wizard so far away!", he starts, but I ignore him. The talk between the two wizards is more interestig and can change the future of us all. "You can become invisible and have seen something when we talked about Moria."

"Mirkwood's sick, Gandalf", Radagast explains. "A dark power has infested him. Nothing thrives anymore. At least nothing good. The air stinks of descay. But the worst are the nets."

"Nets?", Mithrandir asks curious. "What do you mean?"

"Spiders, Gandalf. Huge ones. If that's not the breed of Ungolian, I don't want to be a wizard anymore. I followed them. They came from Dol Guldur."

Sorry? What?!

"Dol Guldur? The old fortress is abandoned." It should be. I look into Radagast's eyes and he speaks the truth.

Thorin retreats. "Your eyes!", he stammers to himself. "They were blue!"

"No Gandalf, it is not", I hear the wizard say. "A dark power lives inside of it, one, that I haven't felt bevor. It's the shadow of an ancient horror. One, who can evoke the spirits of the dead. I have seen him, Gandalf. The darkness is a necromancer emerged."

I... No... That's not possible!

"Sorry."

I stand up and don't look at Thorin. Mithrandir tries to calm Radagast down and asks him more questions. The grey wizard becomes an blade from the brown one. I walk towards them. Mithrandir opens the cloth. I stare in horror at the blade.

"That's not from the world of the living!"

"I'm sorry, Mithrandir, Radagast", I apologize by the wizards. "That's a morgul blade. It belonged to the witch king of Angmar. The witch king was buried with it. A powerful spell lies on his tombs." That's not possible!

Suddenly I hear scream.