Freya made hast through the ruin city. Swinging her blade at any orc that tried to stop her. Their were a few close calls she had with the oncoming orcs, where she thought this was the end for her but she managed to escape their harsh swings and she was finally out of Dale and now stood on the path that would take her up to Ravenhill.

The woman began the climb up the stairs, her entire body ached from all the running and fighting she had already done but she had to keep telling herself to push through the pain, she had to keep going until she found Thorin and warn him and the others of the danger that was coming to ambush them. The higher she climbed the harsher the blowing wind, blew past her cutting into her skin like knives and found it difficult to see clearly through the blowing snow. The hobbit followed the trail of dead orcs that Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili had killed.

She began ascending up the next flight of stairs, thankful for the trail of dead bodies they had left behind to make it easier for her to know which path they went up. Freya dashed down a hall when something jumped out in front her, causing her to gasp and she realized it was a goblin. She went to swing at the creature only to miss and it grabbed her by the arms and the two of them struggled. The goblin tossed her to the ground at the other end of the hall, her sword just sliding out of her reach. The hideous being charged at her with its weapon and she backed away reaching for her sword and she grabbed and held it in front of her just as the goblin was about to strike her and she plunged it through it's chest and screeched in pain for it's last few moments before it exhaled it's last breath and Freya pushed the creature to the side and yanked her sword out of the goblin and turned around to keep going only to stop when she saw a familiar face. "Dwalin." Freya sighed in relief, still trying to catch her breath.

"Lass, you're alive." Dwalin exclaimed as he ran over to the hobbit and pulled her into a hug. "Come on." He said, after putting her back down on the ground and she followed the dwarf around the corner. Thorin, Fili and Kili were watching the tower for any sign of Azog as they waited for the return of the fearless dwarf who had gone to checkout what that noise had been. " Looky, who I found." Dwalin called out as they came around the corner to a platform. Thorin turned around, his face filled with a mixture of surprise and relief at who was standing beside the dwarf.

"Freya." Thorin gasped as he began to walked towards her.

"Thorin," Freya breathed as she ran over to him. Relieved to see that she wasn't too late to warn them at what was to come. Before the hobbit could say anything, she felt Thorin's hand on the back of her head, pulling her towards him, pressing his lips against hers. The woman's eyes widen at his action but held him close to her. Thorin pulled away suddenly and tugged the woman toward him, holding her close.

"Thank Durin, your alive." Thorin whispered, placing a kiss on the side of her head.

"I thought I was never going to see you again." Freya's voice broke as she tried not to let the tears come out.

"I'm so sorry Freya. I'm so sorry for everything." He sighed. Freya pulled away from Thorin and looked at him and smiled. She turned to the two brothers, overjoyed to see them unharmed and hugged them both. Freya had been so caught up in the moment that she nearly forgot about Azog's other army and she abruptly pulled away when she felt Thorin come to her side.

"Thorin, we have to get out here." Freya pressed in a serious tone.

"No. I am not letting Azog get away with this again. He will pay for what he has done." Thorin hissed.

"Thorin, please listen to me. You don't realize what is coming." The woman continued when Dwalin came rushing over to them, from patrolling the area.

"We have company." Dwalin informed. Thorin pulled the woman behind him as dozens of goblins began scaling over the wall, their numbers growing. Freya's heart sank, it was starting. This was just a warm up for them. The hobbit was sure Azog had something big planned. " Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred." the dwarf added.

"We'll take care of them. Go. Go!" Thorin ordered.

"Come on!" Fili called out to his brother and the two of them took off towards the towers. Thorin, Dwalin and Freya fought off the oncoming goblins. Freya swung her blade, letting out a battle cry as she struck down every goblin that came at her.

In a matter of minutes they had defeated all the goblins, and waited to see if any more threats came to surprise them, but it appeared they were safe for now. " I'm impress, lass. I knew I would make a decent fighter out of you." Dwalin praised the young woman and she could help but grin at that. The snow continued to blow harder and minuted continued to pass. Fili and Kili still hadn't return from their search of the towers and Azog hadn't made an appearance either. Waiting was the worst. Thorin was whispered something to the fearless dwarf, while Freya continued to peer over the ledge to the towers, hoping Fili and Kili would return soon. Thorin had instructed Dwalin, if it came down to it, to not let the woman come after him for any reason. Dwalin nodded and walked over to the wall and narrowed his eyes. "Where is that orc filth?" Dwalin growled.

"Thorin," Bilbo's voice called out as he appeared out of nowhere behind them and all three of them turned around in surprise.The hobbit had his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Bilbo." Freya cried out as she ran over to her cousin and hugged him tightly.

"We have to leave here. Now." Bilbo pressed, still trying to catch his breath but this couldn't wait. "Azog has another army attacking from the north. This watchtower will be completely surrounded. There'll be no way out." The hobbit explained. As he heard this Thorin immediately thought of his nephews. What had he done? Was this what the woman was trying to tell him? Why hadn't he listen to her.

"We are so close. That orc scum is in there. I say we push on." Dwalin urged only to be stopped by Thorin. This was exactly what Azog wanted.

"No! That's exactly what he wants. He wants to draw us in. This is trap." The four of them glanced over at the towers. "Find Fili and Kili call them back. Thorin urged.

"Thorin, are you sure about this?" Dwalin asked.

"Do It. We'll live to fight another day." The king declared. He turned to Freya and took her hand and the three of them began to leave when they heard a rumbling sound coming from the towers and he let go of her hand and turned around. They heard the beating of the drums a few more times. Thorin starred over at the towers when he saw a familiar form emerging into view and his breath hitched as he dashed over to edge of the platform, Freya, Bilbo and Dwalin right behind him.

Azog the Defiler held Fili by his neck over the ledge with his bladed arm aimed right at his back. The pale orc began shouting in his vile language. The dwarf king catching words here and their how he planned to kill him last. Thorin found himself feeling powerless to do anything, all he could do was watch as his eldest nephew was about to lose his life because of his doing. Freya hadn't taken her eyes off of her friend as she stood beside Thorin, feeling the tears roll down her face, her heart racing as they all watched in shock.

"RUN!" Fili screamed at them. A smug grin formed on Azog's face as he plunged his bladed arm through the dwarf's chest, seeing the tortured look on Thorin's face. Freya muffled her scream and turned away from the horrifying sight as Fili let out his final breath before the pale orc let go over him and his body hit the ground, landing right in front of his brother, with his eyes open.

Thorin felt like he was reliving that very day all over again, when Azog had beheaded his grandfather in front of him. He could not allow this filth to do the same to his youngest nephew or anyone else. Azog smirked as he disappeared from the edge to hunt down the other brother. Thorin caught sight of Kili making hast, angrily up the stairs to avenge his brother. " KILI!" Thorin shouted in panic as he took off to aid his nephew.

"Thorin!" Freya cried out, her face filled with fear as she rushed after him. This was exactly what the pale orc wanted, to draw them away from the others. "Thorin, no!" She called out again as he descended down the stairs, already running across the frozen water. The woman went to chase after him, when Dwalin grabbed her by the arm. "Let me go!" She demanded as she watched to see Thorin already climbing up the steps, where Kili had disappeared up to only seconds ago.

"I can't do that Freya. Thorin made me promise to not let you go after him." Dwalin pressed. The woman managed to get out of his firm hold and dashed over to the stairs that Thorin had disappeared down. Dwalin tried to grab by the arm but she was too far ahead of him. "Freya, come back!" Dwalin yelled as he chased after her, leaving Bilbo alone as he heard the sound of heavy flapping and he crouched to the ground as the giant bats flew over him and disappeared over the towers and the hobbit turned when he heard a number of stomping coming and his sword glowed. Freya ran across the frozen water, nearly slipping in the process when Dwalin caught up to her. " Freya, you must come back with me! I can't let you go any further." Dwalin urged.

"No. Thorin and Kili need help! Please go back and help my cousin Dwalin!" Freya begged as she looked into the dwarf's eyes. Dwalin finally nodded.

"Be careful lass." Dwalin implored her, letting her go. She nodded and climbed up the stairs and the warrior took off back to where Bilbo was, getting their just in time to take out the orc that was just about to take out the hobbit and more showed up.

Freya had no idea which way Thorin had gone. He could have gone down anyone of these tunnels and she made a quick decision which one to take. Thorin hadn't stopped climbing up the flight of stairs when Azog came charging out of a tunnel, letting out a roar as he jumped from the ledge, and smashing his mace into Thorin's sword as he blocked the harsh blow and the fight had begun.

The woman came to the end of the tunnel where a flight of stairs laid and her eyes widen to see the biggest orc she had ever seen. She gathered her courage as the orc came charging at her and ducked when it swung at her and she plunged her sword into it's chest and it fell down the steps. She continued on her way, still hadn't found Thorin or Kili. Thorin and Azog continue their fight up the next flight of stairs. The wind blowing harsher the higher they got. The dwarf managed to knock the pale orc down, sending him sliding back down the steps. Before Thorin could go after him, more orcs showed up, forcing him to fight them instead.

Freya breathed heavily as she ran down another hall and heard the sound of metal hitting metal, and she followed where the noise was coming from when another orc quickly engaged her forcing her to retreat back the way she came, as she tried to maneuver her blade into the filth. Thorin was just pulling his weapon out of the orc when out of nowhere Azog came charging at him and swung his mace into Thorin head and send him tumbling over the ledge and onto the frozen water. The woman managed to stab the orc when she heard Thorin let out a painful scream and saw him hit the ice. Freya looked to see more orcs coming and she made hast back down the stairs.

The woman dashed onto the sheet of ice, towards Thorin who had just stabbed a Gundabad orc in the face with what was left of his sword. Thorin's eyes widen when he see's the woman coming towards him. "Freya! You shouldn't be over here!" He pressed. Freya gasped when they heard Azog's voice echo through the air and through the haze they saw at least a dozen of orcs rushing onto the ice to finish them off. " Get out of here now!" Thorin begged her, while she still had time.

"No. I'm staying here!" She demanded. Her heart was racing as they got even closer when all of sudden the orc collapsed to the ground. Then another. Thorin slid on his knees passed the orc and he sliced the beasts leg, causing it to fall over and the woman comes beside Thorin and plunges her sword into its chest before it could get back up. More arrows came flying through the air bringing the vile creatures down as Freya and Thorin took out the ones they could while trying to keep their balance. Thorin stabs an orc in the knee, struggling to get away from him when out of the corner of his eyes he see's another orc advancing towards the woman as she was pulling her sword out of the chest of the dead orc. Thorin shoved the woman out of the way, causing her to slide, towards the flight of stairs, just as the flat end of the orcs weapon smashed into his chest, and he slide backwards, across the ice all the way to the edge of the waterfall, directly over where Legolas and Bolg were fighting.

Freya finally came to a stop. She saw through the blowing snow a form approaching her. Grabbing her sword, she climbed to her feet, only to see it was the pale orc and she went to swing her sword at him but he blocked her blows and knocked her her sword of her grasp and fell over. Struggling to get away Azog grabbed her by her clothing and dragged her towards the middle of the ice, struggling in his hold until she felt his blade at her throat and she swallowed as fear spread across her face.

Thorin had managed to knock an orc over the edge of waterfall, onto the bridge, directly behind Bolg. The stone begins to creak, causing Bolg to fall through and get buried in the rubble. Another orc approaches Thorin, who is still, partially hanging over the edge, defenseless. The giant orc raises it's sword over it's head as it snarls at the dwarf King. Thorin's eyes widen in fear as he thought this was it, when out of nowhere the orc is pierced with a sword in it's chest, killing it. As the orc falls over the edge, Thorin manages to grab it, and he recognized it immediately.

Slowly standing up, he looked at Orcrist in awe that it had finally come back to him. Thorin looked up in shock and felt like his breath had suddenly got stuck in his throat when he saw Azog had a hold of the young woman with his bladed arm at her throat.