Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! I'm going to keep updating until my story on here is all caught up! I hope you enjoy this chapter and forgive me for the grammar errors, hopefully this chapter will be easy to read. Enjoy this chapter guys! Also hopefully the media works, it's Richard Armitage, dressed as Thorin, laughing when he gets the key stuck in the keyhole from the Desolation of Smaug behind the scenes lmfao

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson! Anything you notice from the books or the movies belong to those two fantastic people who bought Middle Earth to life!

I may have gotten some fighting styles wrong and the fight scenes a bit confusing...forgive me I'm a writer not a fighter lol. I tried my very best. =)

"Try it again Bilbo." I ordered, standing right behind the small hobbit.

"I've tried it a hundred times, Belle!" Bilbo huffed out. "I'm a hobbit, not a fighter...why would I need to learn how to aim with small daggers?"

"We have only been at this for a couple of hours. If we were to come across an unexpected enemy, I would feel a lot better if I knew you were able to defend yourself." I answered, handing him another dagger. "You may have been hired as just a burglar...but even burglars know how to defend themselves."

"I just got over my cold..." Bilbo mumbled, attempting to throw my dagger that I handed to him at my makeshift target, a tree trunk with a painted target in the middle...missing once more.

"This is the easiest training I can offer...it was either this or you train with Dwalin." I knelt to his level, motioning with my head toward the muscled dwarf sparring with the Durin princes, letting out a ferocious growl.

"Well...why daggers then?" Bilbo questioned in a huff, taking another from the row of daggers I had laid beside us. "Why can't I just throw rocks, I was quite good at them back at the Shire. Birds and squirrels would flee the moment I bent down to pick one up."

"Stun your enemy, giving you time to escape if needed. Or to distract your enemy if they are about to attack an ally." I answered, moving his head to focus on the target. "Using stones would only get you so far, it may not even faze an enemy of bigger size."

"I could just use my sword..." Bilbo mumbled, staring intently at the target in front of him.

"And what if your enemy is far away?" I questioned. "Let's say one of the company was occupied with an enemy, and another was coming up from behind. They do not notice but you do...and they may not give you a second glance if you were to throw a stone at them. What would you do with just your sword?"

"Throw it..." Bilbo grumbled.

"Then you will have lost your only weapon." I stated, crossing my arms across my chest. "An enemy would come up from behind and kill you."

"..." Bilbo hung his head and let out a big sigh.

I patted Bilbo on the head and went to retrieve the fallen daggers that missed their mark, returning to Bilbo's side and placing one in his hand.

"Try it again Bilbo...here I will show you again and just imitate my action." I stated, getting to my feet and dusting my pant legs.

"You are going to side stance to your target...left leg forward and your right leg is back" I said, standing exactly as I illustrated. "It is a follow through movement, while you take a step forward with your left, your arm is going to follow through...throwing your weapon of choice at your target."

I showed him the movement a couple times without actually throwing something, before I nodded, satisfied at his copy.

"Your stance is not your problem though Bilbo...it is your focus. You are not judging the distance correctly or putting any effort or strength in your throw." I sighed. "If an enemy is coming at you...you will not have time to think too long. Take too much time and you will have missed your chance and the enemy will have the upper hand. Instincts will take over to a point where you will not need to think and just do...it is hard to explain. The more you practice the easier it becomes to be able to nail your target every single time."

"Easy for you to say, not think but do. You've had thousand years of experience." Bilbo sighed in defeat after he had picked up another dagger from the row and throwing it...the dagger now falling short from the target.

I bent down and came close to the hobbit, studying and inspecting him once more.

"Try that again Bilbo?" I urged with a serious look, staring straight at him. "I think I may have found your problem."

Bilbo picked up another dagger and went through the motion as if he were about to throw a stone. My eyes twitched a little and before he swung his arm forward, I quickly took a hold of his wrist, halting his movement.

"You have been holding the dagger wrong this whole time. Hold it at the balance point. Do not flick your wrist...open your eyes, do not be afraid to throw the dagger, and keep your eye in the middle of the target." I advised, letting go of his wrist. "Throw a little harder, but do not flick your wrist."

Bilbo did just as I had said, taking his time to adjust before letting the dagger fly. The pointed weapon did not hit the middle of the makeshift target...but at least this time it had lodged itself into the trunk of the tree.

"There." I smiled in satisfaction as Bilbo stared in shock.

"Did...I really just hit the target?" Bilbo questioned, looking up to me in surprise.

"It is not as easy compared to throwing a stone." I stated. "Try it again and concentrate in the middle."

Bilbo sighed sadly before we went on doing the same thing for another hour before Bilbo collapsed onto the ground, one out of ten of the daggers hitting the middle.

"I'm too tired to go on...and this is what you consider easy?" Bilbo mumbled. "It must've been tough for those that trained under you if this is how you were."

"If you think this training was tough." Balamaethor smiled, whipping sweat from his forehead as he come to stand beside me, his sword at his side. "You would've hated training back when she was a Captain."

"Are you telling me she was worse?" Bilbo gasped out, collapsing on his back. "I can't feel...my arm..."

"Oh our Nana was so serious, stern, strict, harsh, and everything under the sun!" Balamaethor called out.

"I do not think I was that bad." I mumbled scratching the back of my head.

"You had such a reputation of being such a harsh Captain that you scared all the new recruits!" Beriohtarion laughed, hearing our conversation, and looking to Bilbo. "Even to us, her nephews, she was working us just as hard as anyone else."

"She used to make us run for miles and miles for hours one day, then the next day we would be working on our fighting skills until we all collapsed!" Balamaethor dramatized, placing the back of his hand over his forehead.

"And every morning before that we would be doing drills upon drills upon drills! Doing things in unison! And when one person messed up a position, we would all have to stay that way for several minutes before moving on! It was tough!" Beriohtarion sighed dramatically.

"That sounds just awful." Bilbo mumbled.

"But..." Balamaethor pipped up, holding up a finger. "We looked pretty intimidating when we went to war! Not to mention we did our King proud. What we did was like a show, and we took pride that we looked good doing it."

"Because of Nana's training, our soldiers were very strong and ruthless." Beriohtarion smiled proudly. "Even though we went through hell, the outcome was spectacular."

"Nana knew how to bring out the soldier in everyone." Balamaethor said in admiration.

I blushed a bit at the praise, going a bit red as I let out a nervous cough.

"Our Uncle was just as bad when Nana was busy with other Captain business. We would be too tired to stand by the time Uncle was finished with us." Beriohtarion smiled sadly. "But if it wasn't for that training, we probably would have been dead a long time ago."

"Was Nana and my dad really that scary?" Thenidiel said, coming over to our small group.

"To an extent..." Beriohtarion said, placing a hand under his chin. "They were like two different people, there was Nana and Uncle away from the training field...and then there was Captain Bellethiel and Greenwoods Lieutenant Voronwë. The same person but it depended on the situation."

"You should've seen them," Balamaethor said looking to Thenidiel. "once they went to training or on the battlefield, it was like someone snapped their fingers and they were somebody else!"

"You both are over exaggerating..." I sighed, looking between my two nephews.

"You say that, but it's the truth..." Balamaethor mumbled quietly to himself.

"Get back to practicing..." I glared slightly, causing the two to quickly straighten up and shuffle away.

Thenidiel giggled as she watched her cousins go back to training.

"I think you should be practicing as well..." I advised looking to Thenidiel.

"Of course!" Thenidiel smiled, unsheathing a sword that was given to her courtesy (and as an apology) from the Master.

"Here..." I took one of the daggers that we had been using. "Do not use the sword, try this. You said you inherited my strategic mind and our skills, show me what you can do."

Thenidiel smiled with pride, taking the dagger into her left hand and in a fluid motion, flung the dagger straight toward the trunk, missing the middle by an inch or so.

"It's actually my first time throwing a dagger." Thenidiel chuckled nervously, scratching her head. "How'd I do?"

"Not bad," I commented picking up a dagger for myself. "your mother was not lying when she said you were a mixture of my family."

"Completely useless..." I heard someone whisper from a bit farther away. "Couldn't even hit their mark."

This training area was a bit far away from the town, we had to take a boat across the lake to a small land area not too far out and we were supposed to be the only ones around.

I glanced around and listened for the same voice that spoke up and when I saw something move I immediately flung my dagger into a 'random' bush, hearing a thunk, telling me I had hit something.

"What were you thinking!" The voice yelled out.

Through the bushes three men I recognized from the night before jumped out, clearly angry at me for throwing a dangerous weapon in their direction.

"You could've killed us!" The man who yelled first growled out.

"You are interrupting our training, you should not be here." I glared a bit.

"What training?" The man, one who I noticed was the one speaking about my niece, questioned. "You're missing your mark. Can you even fight?"

"You're just itching to pick a fight aren't you?" Thenidiel growled out, gritting her teeth.

"Leave." I said, shooing them away, turning my back to them...already bored of their presence. "You are disturbing us."

"Tch..." The second man who had yet to speak spoke out. "Elven whores..."

Before anyone could blink, I had reached down to pick up one of the daggers and flung it toward the man who had spoken, scaring all three of them. My dagger had lodged itself just half an inch close to the man's head.

"I-if you were a-aiming for my head...you missed." The man stuttered.

"No, I was aiming for your ear." I mumbled, picking up another dagger.

The man touched the side of his ear and winced, pulling his hand back to see red droplets on his finger.

"The Master had apologized on your behalf. If you keep testing my patience, appearing in front of me and my kin...the next dagger will be lodged between your eyes." I threatened, glaring dangerously at the men. "Do I make myself clear."

The three nodded and quickly left.

"I hope we never see them again throughout our stay here." Thenidiel said, coming to stand beside me.

"I do not think they will if they value their lives." I mumbled, walking toward the spot the men hid and retrieved my missing daggers.

"I always read that elves were such a kind race and was wise beyond measure." Bilbo stated from his place on the ground were he went from laying to sitting. "I don't think threatening those men was a very wise choice..."

"Those men would have come back to taunt us if Nana had not." Thenidiel smiled. "At least now they will learn to stay away."

"Elves of Mirkwood are more dangerous, and less wise according to Beorn, then that of our kin in Rivendell..." I stated. "and we defied our King, another unwise decision, is it surprising that we are so different from the elves you read in your books?"

"It is a bit surprising yes." Bilbo answered. "But you and your friends are far more different from those that I've seen in Mirkwood."

"We're rebels!" Balamaethor called out from where he sparred with his brother.

"Train!" I called out, causing the two brothers to laugh. "Would you like to practice with your sword now Bilbo? Or have you had enough for the day?"

"I think I've had enough." Bilbo huffed out.

"Why don't you go train with Thorin, Nana." Thenidiel smiled as she came to sit beside the exhausted hobbit.

"I think Thorin is a bit busy training his own kin..." I mumbled glancing toward the King who was standing on the sidelines, watching his nephews spar.

"So what happened that night? After I left you two alone in the room?" Thenidiel questioned curiously.

"Left who in the room alone?" Bilbo questioned.

"Thorin and Nana." Thenidiel answered. "Something must have happened between the two of you, I've noticed he's become more concerned about you after that night."

"Nothing really..." I mumbled in embarrassment. "just came to a realization is all..."

"Oh? Did he kiss you?" Thenidiel urged. "You're turning red!"

"I don't think anything..." Bilbo cut himself off looking straight up at me. "You really are turning red, did something really happen between the two of you?"

"Nothing happened you two." I mumbled a bit in irritation. "And even if something did...I would like it to be kept between the two of us for now..."

I turned my back to them and made my way toward Beriohtarion and Balamaethor, intent on practicing with them.

"So, does this mean we're going to be royalty?" Balamaethor smirked.

"Be quiet and take your stance." I mumbled blankly, taking out Ringil. "I do hope you did not slack off in my absence."

"We will make you proud." Beriohtarion smiled taking his stance with his brother.

"You two against me." I commanded, watching them carefully.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

We had decided to break for the day, practicing at the crack of dawn till late afternoon took its toll on all of us.

"They're improvin." Dwalin stated, coming to stand by me, whipping his brow.

"They are." I nodded as we all made our way toward Bellethiel's niece and Master Baggins. "Are we ready to leave?"

"Just in time!" Thenidiel smiled up at me, motioning for the company to sit and relax under the sun.

"What's going on?" Gloin questioned.

"Belle and her two nephews are just about to spar." Master Baggins commented, pointing toward the open field in front of them.

"We're about to see something amazing!" Thenidiel smiled in excitement.

"I have to see this." Kili smiled, taking a seat beside our burglar, pulling his brother down with him. "Twelve coins on Belle."

"It's two against one!" Fili pointed out. "I bet on the nephews."

"You bet against Belle the last time and you lost." Nori stated, laughing as he took a seat with his brothers. "Haven't you learned your lesson?"

"That time I was bitter..." Fili mumbled. "But come on, two against one!"

"They were trained by Nana..." Thenidiel pondered. "I may have to agree on Fili."

"Care to bet on that lass?" Gloin questioned.

"Of course!" Thenidiel smiled, glancing toward Gloin. "I bet on my cousins."

"Then I shall bet on your Aunt." Gloin smiled. "Thank you for the money lass."

"I shall be the one thanking you when my cousins win." Thenidiel smiled.

Sacks of coins were tossed between the company as they settled on the ground, some lighting their pipes while others argued about the outcome.

I smiled and crossed my arms across my chest, standing beside Dwalin and Balin.

"What about you brother?" Dwalin questioned, smirking toward the elder dwarf.

"I'm not betting on this one brother." Balin smiled. "If what Thenidiel said is true, that Belle trained them, then this could go either way."

"And you Thorin?" Dwalin questioned.

I shook my head, wanting no part in the bet as I watched the three stand at a ready. Bellethiel standing at one end of the field and her nephews standing side by side at the other, both sides waiting for the other to make the first move.

Before anyone could blink, the two twins were the one to give in. Both splitting up and heading toward Bellethiel on opposite sides. They attacked simultaneously and in a flash Bellethiel had taken out one of her short swords to block Balamaethor from behind, while her sword...Ringil if I recall, was bought up to block Beriohtarion. The sound of metal hitting metal rang loudly across the field, the silence carrying the sound far. The twins gritted their teeth and pushed harder against Bellethiel's weapon hoping to break through her stance. But when none budged, Bellethiel slashed Ringil forward, breaking Beriohtarion's stance and shoved him back.

Bellethiel's attention was now directed toward her youngest nephew as she bought her sword down on the unsuspecting elf, who quickly jumped back...the sword just inches from slicing his face.

While Bellethiel's back was turned, her eldest nephew took advantage of her sudden distraction and jumped at her with his sword raised above his head.

I thought he would get a hit on her...I really did, but she took out her other short swords and hurled it in his direction, aimed straight for his shoulder. At the last second, Beriohtarion moved slightly to the left in mid-air, the short sword tearing a hole in his coat.

Balamaethor thrust his sword forward causing Bellethiel to roll to the side to avoid his attack and bought hers up to block Beriohtarion who came up from behind. The two converged on the cornered elf, but Bellethiel had lashed out her left leg and kicked Beriohtarion away, his body skidding across the ground. In one fluid motion, she took a hold of Balamaethor who came rushing toward her, and flung him toward his brother.

They now stood exactly where they were from the beginning of the sparring practice except for the two nephews who were now kneeling on the ground covered in dirt, Balamaethor assisting his brother up.

"You slacked off." I heard Bellethiel call out shaking her head. "Again!"

I saw a different side of Bellethiel, one I had seen once back at Rivendell when those group of elves picked a fight with us in the practice area. Her eyes had grown cold, though there was a certain spark in her eyes...excitement is the only way I think I could explain. I stared in awe at how she fought with her nephews, it was fluid...they moved like water. Like an intricate and intoxicating dance that I could not turn my eyes from.