Author's Note: Hello fellow Tolkien fans! I am sorry for the long awaited chapter! It was a bit hard to think of what to do with this chapter whether to reveal who Bellethiel is or not to reveal! But I came to the conclusion and this is the results! A new chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit. All rights belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Only thing I own are Bellethiel, her kin and her lovely companions. Any thing you recognize from the book/movie (scenery, names, events) are not mine. I also apologize that if there are grammar mistakes that I have overlooked then I am deeply sorry and I will look back at it when I get back to my computer. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope it makes sense!

"I am sorry Thorin, from what I recall...I was not going to tell you anything." I stated, staring the dwarf king down. "You have only my word to go on, but I assure you that my secrets would not threaten the lives of your company. Gandalf had already claimed that I am a non-negotiable member, and even if you were to leave me here I will still follow against your orders."

"Erebor...Moria." Thorin claimed, not bothering to keep his voice down, quite the opposite. It was rising the angrier he got. "You were involved some how and I want to know what connects you, an Elf, to our greatest Kingdoms."

I held my gaze with the King, the death of him and his kin surfacing suddenly causing me to take a hesitant step back.

Though, Thorin had interpreted it as something completely different, for he darted forward, quickly making his way to me and took a firm grip of my wrist, forcefully dragging me closer to the fire.

"Talk." Thorin growled.

I stared at the fire in silence, watching as Thorin grew angrier by the second.

"Then your journey ends here." Thorin growled standing before me. "We will continue on to reclaim Erebor without your assistance."

"Maybe...we can be of help." A voice called out.

The company's attention was averted toward the entrance way where Tirananniel and Mellimeldisiel stood along with Beriohtarion, Balamaethor, Bregolien, and Nestariel behind.

"Do I need to ask how?" I questioned, looking to Tirananniel.

"I had a feeling you would tell your story, so I bought these five along to confirm." Tirananniel spoke, looking directly at Thorin. "I knew that if Bellethiel told our story alone you would assume it was a lie."

"Tirananniel..." I spoke up, only for the said elf to hold her hand up to silence me.

"We tell you this not for you to treat us, most importantly Bellethiel, differently." Mellimeldisiel claimed. "We tell you our story to open your eyes to the possibility that there are elves that will aid the race of dwarves willingly."

"It all started...when King Thranduil led us to the front gates of Erebor the moment after Smaug lay waste to your kingdom."

(T.A. 2770)

"King Thranduil!" Bellethiel called out, dressed in an intricate, worn out golden breastplate, under was a silver mithril mail shirt, and under that was a black silk coat that reached to her ankles split on either side. Intertwined among the breastplate was a velvet maroon cape, golden gauntlets on each arm. Bellethiel held her matching helmet under her arm and bowed at the waist. "Erebor is under attack, we are ready to march on."

Thranduil nodded his head, hauling himself up on his large elk and began to lead the way at the very front with Bellethiel to the kings right.

"Gwaem (Let' go)!" Bellethiel called out the order, leading the unit forward, situated on top a black horse, it's coat shining in the sun with a white star in the center of the head.

The army, led by Thranduil, made haste toward the direction of the Lonely Mountain, already seeing signs of the singed landscape, trees fallen and toppled over.

The troops made their way to the edge of the hill, watching as the dwarves ran from the mountain, assisting those who were injured along with some who were gravely burned.

"Help us!"

Bellethiel looked at the bridge built over the river connecting Erebor to Dale, and the elf saw Thorin Oakenshield, future king of Erebor, waving in their direction...calling in relief that he had some support.

Bellethiel had steadied her horse, waiting for the command to descend the hill to help their allies. But suddenly, Bellethiel caught King Thranduil in the corner of her eyes motion for his elk to turn and began retreating back to the direction they had come from.

"King Thranduil?" Bellethiel mumbled, confused and shocked, wondering why the king had led them there only to retreat back to Greenwood.

Bellethiel turned back around and watched as Thorin stood there, shocked and angered by their leave. She watched as children ran out of the burning kingdom alone, dwarf women crying in fear with dwarf men urging them to keep moving.

"King Thranduil!" Bellethiel yelled out, forcefully pulling the reigns of her horse around, urging her stead to a full gallop to cut off the path of the King. "My King, why are we retreating? Our allies are down there, calling for our help."

King Thranduil's jaw clenched, his gray eyes piercing into Bellethiel's, and instead of answering he ushered his elk to go around. Completely ignoring Bellethiel and set on returning home.

"Thranduil!" Bellethiel called out, causing him to come to a complete halt.

He looked over his shoulder, glaring at Bellethiel as she breathed deeply, being very careful to choose her words, before holding his gaze.

"Forgive me my King, if you do not wish to fight a dragon then I am understanding, but we cannot leave them to wrath of dragon fire! There maybe children, women, and men still stuck in the kingdom! The least we can do is attempt a rescue to help them! Offer them food, shelter, anything! They have lost their home my Lord!" Bellethiel pleaded, able to hear more cries coming from the mountain.

"I will not risk the lives of my kin, for the foolishness of a dwarf." Thranduil spat, his voice even as he continued to glare. "Gwaem (Let's go)!"

Thranduil urged the armed forces forward, clearly becoming irritated the more Bellethiel interrupted.

"Thranduil, if it is your decision to go back home, deny giving help to our allies. Then I am going to go back and lend them my assistance." Bellethiel glared at the back of Thranduil, standing her ground.

Thranduil turned his elk around and glared at Bellethiel, his body physically shaking with anger.

"You would go against the command of your King!" Thranduil growled out.

"You turn your back on our allies, and for what? A petty argument?" Bellethiel growled out. "If our home was set ablaze...would you not want the dwarves of Erebor to give us shelter and food? If you turn your back on them, those that are in desperate need of our help, then you are no king of mine."

"I agree with my sister." Voronwë, Bellethiel's second-in-command and brother, stepped up beside her stead. "We cannot turn our backs on them, they need us. Who cares if they stole our treasure, or if we refused to give them their pay. At times like this, those things should be set aside and forgotten."

Many others voiced their agreement, which only caused Thranduil to set his hard gaze on Bellethiel, his glare getting colder the more others changed to their Captains views, his hatred radiating off his form.

Then, he straightened his head high, any signs of anger gone, while his eyes never left Bellethiel.

"If this is your decision, then you are never to return to Greenwood the Great. From this point on, for your treachery, you are banished." Thranduil proclaimed. "Nin gwerianneg, Bellethiel (You betrayed me, Bellethiel)."

Bellethiel watched as Thranduil turned to leave, commanding the forces to follow and at this moment, only less than half began to follow him...the other half stuck beside Bellethiel.

"Lets go!" Bellethiel called out, turning the horse back the other way. "We are needed at the mountain!"

"Ano ammen Enner vellas a gaun (May Tulkas give us strength and courage)." Voronwë voiced out.

The group raced back to the mountain as quick as they could, and when they arrived back at the Kingdom, there were still dwarves running for their lives, but no sign of the dwarf prince.

"Once we enter the mountain, make for any hidden rooms, search Erebor to the best of your abilities." Bellethiel called out, skidding down the mountain side after having abandoned her horse. "Assist any dwarf women, children, and men out there. If you feel you cannot go any further and the dragon fire blocking the path, then quickly retreat, bring any survivors to the ruins of Dale!"

"Captain!" The army she had led voiced as one as they raced across the bridge.

Any lingering dwarfs, injured and attempting to escape were shocked to see elves rushing in to the burning kingdom, while some lingered to help them up.

"Get them to safety!" I called out, identifying two healers in the crowd that were attempting to lend a hand to a group of elder dwarves resting on the bridge. "You two, station yourself close to Dale, attend to any injured that are bought to you from Erebor."

Bellethiel quickly headed head first into the mountain with her brother close to her side.

"Erebor is enormous!" Voronwë yelled out in shock, shielding his face from some of the fallen debris on fire. "We cannot possibly search every single room in here!"

"We have to try muindor (brother)..." Bellethiel mumbled, gritting my teeth, quickly searching any rooms that haven't collapsed due to the destruction Smaug left in his wake.

"Bellethiel!" Voronwë called out, skidding to a halt, doubled back, and looking at one of the hallways we had just passed. "Over there!"

Bellethiel retreated back to her brother and saw a room that the arch had collapsed but enough room to see a group of dwarves huddled in the back of the room.

Bellethiel ran to the broken archway and peeked into the room, seeing many dwarves scared and fearful of what awaited outside.

"We are going to get you out, keep holding on." Bellethiel assured calmly, turning back toward the hallway to see several elves run pass.

She whistled loudly, catching their attention, and they quickly made their way toward the two.

"Voronwë and myself will lift the debris, usher and escort them out safely." Bellethiel commanded, already in the process of lifting the stone bricks.

The elves that Bellethiel had called rushed inside once the archway was big enough and began safely pushing the dwarves out of the room. Bellethiel let the debris fall and followed at the rear, seeing the dwarves staring at them, baffled at the sight of elves running through their kingdom.

"Lead them out," Bellethiel told the group of elves, following them into the hall and halting at hallway they came from.

A loud roar echoed through the kingdom, vibrating the floors as the group tried to cover some of the dwarves from the stones that fell from the ceiling.

"Go, get them out!" Bellethiel called out, watching as more elves ran pass, with dwarves following close behind.

"There seems to be a lot of them that retreated back into the mountain." Voronwë observed, watching as some elves entered back into the mountain to search for more.

"Let us hurry." Bellethiel nodded to her brother, as they headed deeper into Erebor.

The closer they got to the treasure room, the more the temperature grew intense...the heat almost scorching our skin.

"We shouldn't get any closer muinthel (sister)." Voronwë voiced out over another roar.

"We will avoid the treasure room, there could be other rooms we have yet to check." Bellethiel stated, looking to her brother. "Retreat back to Dale, I will not have you risk your life for a hunch. Look for Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, watch over them!"

Voronwë glared at Bellethiel before shaking his head.

"You maybe my captain, but here you are my sister. As you worry for me, I will worry about you. If I were to retreat back to Dale...I will regret leaving your side. The twins will be fine." Voronwë argued. "We go deeper into Erebor."

The two ventured deeper, carefully and stealth-fully maneuvering around any signs of danger, the rooms empty, and no signs of life. Occasionally finding stray dwarves lingering in rooms, assisting them and finding passing elves to escort them out.

They had run into an enormous room, with huge furnaces that looked completely deserted.

"Let's turn back, Bellethiel." Voronwë recommended, his eyes darting around the surroundings.

"Wait..." I called, listening carefully as I heard distant yelling and whispers. "This way!"

I ran toward the back room, following the shouting and the arguing to find a dark room filled with men, women and children cowering in the dark.

"What are elves doing here!" One of the dwarves growled out, glaring at both of us.

"We're here to get you out of here." Voronwë urged, but when no dwarf made a move to follow, Voronwë began to get impatient. "If you stay in here you will all die."

"I know we are elves, and you do not want our help...but you cannot stay here." Bellethiel replied calmly. "We are going to lead you out of here."

The two dwarves that had argued beforehand, looked back to the children that were huddled with their mothers before nodding to the others to quickly rise to their feet.

"Voronwë, take up the rear." Bellethiel called out an order. "Make sure none fall behind."

"The children..." A dwarf woman pleaded, looking down at a few who were clinging tightly to the dresses of their mothers. "they are afraid, and some of the mothers cannot carry them."

Voronwë and Bellethiel both knelt and motioned for some of the children who could not be carried to get on their back.

"Hold on tight little one." Bellethiel called calmly as she held on tightly to the leg of the child on her back while holding another in her free arm. "We must be quick!"

Bellethiel ran, retracing their steps back to the front gates, now and then looking behind to make sure the group of dwarves were following. The Kingdom seemed to have quieted down, no elves running back and forth, and the dragon has gone silent though rock debris still fell from the ceiling. At the bridge, waiting for Bellethiel, stood Bregolien and another elf warrior at his side.

Bellethiel ran straight to Bregolien as the rescued dwarves began emerging from the mountain.

"Is there anyone else still left inside the mountain?" Bellethiel asked, adjusting the children to get a better hold on them.

"No, captain." Bregolien reported. "You and Voronwë are the last to emerge."

Bellethiel nodded, about to make her way to the once city of Dale before an ear-splitting scream broke the silence, bringing her attention back at the gates.

"Voronwë!" Bellethiel yelled in a panic, gently placing the children back to the ground and pushed her way past the group of dwarves to the gate.

The dwarf children Voronwë had been carrying lay sprawled at the front of the gate, with the group blocking Bellethiel's view, but as she got closer she was confronted by her brother crushed under the fallen structure that had collapsed, sealing the front gates forever.

Bellethiel moved in front of the two kids, blocking the site as she urged the two to retreat behind a dwarf woman.

She rushed to her brother's side in a panic, pushing away the small debris.

"The structure was collapsing, before we knew what was happening he was forcefully pushing us forward." A male dwarf said sadly.

Bregolien and the warrior began assisting Bellethiel as they began pushing the debris off.

"You are going to be fine Voronwë, we will get you to Nestaron..." Bellethiel assured finally getting to her brother.

"We shall carry him to Nestaron." Bregolien assured his captain, gently lifting Voronwë with the help of the warrior and began quickly making their way toward Dale.

"We are so sorry..." The same dwarf that had spoken to us in the mountain mumbled out, glancing up at Bellethiel.

"What is important is that we get all of you to Dale to get checked by our healers." Bellethiel replied stoically, though her only thoughts were of her brother. "Are the children alright?"

"They are fine, a few scratches on their legs and elbows...but nothing severe..."A different dwarf replied.

"It is good to hear...let us get you all away from this dangerous place..." Bellethiel said, urging the rest forward before taking up the back.

It took an hour or so for the group to reach Dale, but the very moment they entered through the gates, I left the dwarven group with the other dwarves that had escaped Erebor and made my way to the healers, right to Nestaron who was kneeling besides Voronwë.

"How is he?" Bellethiel questioned, kneeling at her brother's side.

Nestaron looked sorrowful, shaking his head as he looked straight in Bellethiel's eyes.

"He's lucky enough to be breathing, the debris crushed his ribs causing them to puncture his lungs...I don't know how to tell you this captain..."

The look Nestaron gave Bellethiel told her everything she needed to know.

Her brother was not going to live to see another day.

"Uncle..."

Bellethiel looked up to see her nephews running toward them, coming to a stop behind Nestaron.

"Is he...?" Beriohtarion questioned as Nestaron shook his head in response.

"Voronwë...muindor nín (my brother)..." Bellethiel whispered, her heart breaking at seeing her brother in such a weakened state.

"Bellethiel..." He wheezed out, blood dripping at the corner of his lips, wincing as he attempted to put on his best smile. "Why do you look so sad muinthel nín (my sister)...?"

"I do not look sad..." Bellethiel grumbled, averting her eyes to the ground.

"You can't cry Bellethiel...you cannot mourn for me..." Voronwë grunted out, looking in the direction of the dwarves huddled together and conversing in their own tongue. "You made the decision to help them...you can't give up on them because of my passing. You must help them no matter what..."

Voronwë reached out and took Bellethiel's hand shakily, a cold piece of metal being placed into her palm as he tightened his grip.