Author's Note: Happy April Fools Hobbit Fans! This is not a joke though, this is an update! And a quick one as well! The reason that I'm updating so quickly was because I'm excited because it is Battle of the Five Armies, and I can't seem to hold in my excitement when I write. And because I was on Spring Break and I had free time to keep writing. I hope you haven't given up on my story. Thank you everyone who has commented, followed and voted for my story. And most importantly thank you any new and old readers for taking your time and giving my story a chance!

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I hope that this chapter wasn't such a let down, though I will admit I got pretty emotional when I wrote it because I had to watch the movie to be able to write. And every time those scenes always gets to me. Forgive any grammar mistakes that I missed, I hope it wasn't a let down, and I hope it is easy to read. Enjoy!

'To think that I would have two of royal blood banish me from a kingdom in my lifetime...' I thought as I made my way toward Thranduil, Bard, and Gandalf with my kin following close behind. Along with Bilbo situated between us.

"A pity that your dwarf king did not want you." Thranduil spoke up once we got close enough. "One banishment and then another, one betrayal after the next, you should stop making it a habit dear."

"Years have passed and yet you still hold it against me that I had betrayed you." I said glaring up at Thranduil. "Do you not think that it is time to leave that behind us?"

Thranduil and myself stared at each other for the longest of time, before he pulled the reigns of his elk and urged it forward back towards Dale.

I followed the Lord and I noticed that the small army he had bought with him bowed in my direction.

"Belle..."

I looked behind me toward Bilbo who avoided making eye contact with me. The little hobbit looked defeated and upset.

"I'm sorry...I thought that it would help, but...because of my decision Thorin had sent you away and ordered for you to never return." Bilbo said, mumbling quietly to himself. "I destroyed..."

"No, Bilbo." I said sighing sadly. "You did no such thing. There is no need to blame yourself, look at me Bilbo."

Bilbo looked up to me sadly and I reached out and patted his head.

"I could have kept my mouth shut and let you take all the blame. It was my decision to speak up and the relationship I destroyed was my own fault." I said reassuringly. "It is no ones fault, but my own."

"Bellethiel..." Gandalf spoke up, coming to stand with us. "There's someone back in Dale who is eager to see you."

"Someone in Dale?" I questioned.

"They arrived before the sun rose and made camp." Bard informed, smiling down at me sadly. "They said you had summoned them."

"I summoned no one." I stated turning my back to the mountain.

The clicking of hooves hitting the ground followed close behind as Gandalf came to walk beside me.

"I think that you will enjoy this unexpected company." Gandalf smiled. "You may not have summoned them, but they said that they were needed."

The walk back was uneventful and full of silence. My nephews did not joke, my niece did not speak and neither did Bilbo. Bard or Gandalf did not inform me of who was waiting for me back in Dale and I did not bother to ask.

I was still replaying what had been told to me back at the mountain and what had transpired.

'Thorin...' I thought sadly as I clenched my fists, feeling cold metal in one hand. I unclenched my fist and looked to see my brothers bead in the palm of my hand and I sighed.

I reached up to my left ear and placed the piercing back where it belonged before hesitantly unraveling the braid Thorin had woven in my hair.

"Bellethiel..." Gandalf said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "you need to prepare for the war at hand."

"I will not wage war on the company that I have come to consider family," I stated plainly. "and I will not fight the dwarf I have come to love."

"No, not that war Bellethiel." Gandalf said, stepping in front of me and stopping me from walking any further. "War is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied. I fear we are all in mortal danger."

"What are you talking about Mithrandir..." I questioned quietly as I pushed past him and the two of us walked side by side back to Dale.

"Armies of orcs are on the move. They are fighters and have been bred for war." Gandalf mumbled. "Our enemy has summoned his full strength."

"And you have seen this with your own eyes..." I questioned look to my side to Gandalf.

"Yes." Gandalf said.

"Why are they moving now?" I asked.

"Because we forced him." Gandalf said. "We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland. The dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor. Azog the defiler was sent to kill them. His master seeks control of the mountain."

"Then we protect the mountain...protect the king and the company." I said.

"I'm surprised how much has changed between you and Thorin. Last I saw you and Thorin were on fairly good terms, but now I see it has become more." Gandalf said, and without seeing, I could just tell that he was smiling at me.

"It was...but now I have been banished from the mountain and I do not think Thorin would want anything to do with me." I said sadly.

"I'm sure, once he comes to his senses...he will see what he has done." Gandalf assured.

"Even if he does not come to his senses Gandalf, I made a promise on my life that they will be protected." I said.

Once we got into Dale I looked around sadly at the survivors of Lake-Town and all the weapons that were being prepared. Then a thought had occurred to me:

"With the people here, what happened to my brothers remains?" I questioned, turning to look at Gandalf and Bard.

"Your brothers remains?" Bard questioned, dismounting his horse.

"At the time of his passing we had laid his body on a slab where the burnt carousel was. Please do not tell me you or anyone else moved his body." I glared a bit, getting slightly angry.

"Your brother's body is being well taken care of by the people who came in this morning." Gandalf smiled before motioning with his head to the direction the carousel was. "I think they're waiting eagerly for you."

I furrowed my brow in confusion before bowing and turning to head to the area my brother's remains were.

"Bard!"

Two people ran past me and I followed to see The Master and Alfrid huffing and puffing, complaining to Bard about something that I did not bother to listen in to.

"Well it's good to see that they're still alive..." Beriohtarion muttered sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief.

"At least they're not in charge now." Balamaethor said as we made our way to the carousel area.

When we reached the area I saw a simple, large tent pitched up and I walked in, lifting the flaps and the first thing that caught my eyes was the armor in the far corner.

"Wow..." Beriohtarion commented, having set his eyes on the armor as well.

It was a pure, jet black, glossy armor top that sat on a mannequin to hold it up. Under the armor was a silk, long sleeved, light black tunic that flared and opened up at the bottom. The pauldrons connected to the breastplate had intricate leafy designs curving around the shoulders. The vambraces were simple, what looked to be reaching the elbows down to the wrist of any who wore it. Attached to the shoulders where the pauldrons and the breastplate connected flowed a long black cape. The breastplate though was what caught my eyes, it had a beautiful design on it that truly took my breathe away. On closer inspection, I noticed that it was not a leafy design that I thought it was, it was a design I had seen on Thorin's belt buckle and I looked at it in confusion.

"I see you've found the armor." A light voice caught my ears as I turned around and was greeted by two smiling faces.

"Tirananniel! Mellimeldisiel!" I said in shock, going over to the two and embracing them, happy to see familiar faces again. "Is this your doing?"

Tirananniel smiled a knowing smile.

"I did say that we will see each other again." Tirananniel smiled. "And I knew that you would need our help."

"Our help?" I questioned curiously.

"We summoned our friends in Imladris and they all followed without question." Mellimeldisiel replied. "Just by saying you needed help."

"They all came?" Balamaethor questioned in shock.

"Of course, they came willingly." Mellimeldisiel smiled and looked to me. "We followed you to Erebor back then, and we will follow you now."

"Is this Thenidiel?" Tirananniel questioned, smiling sweetly to Thenidiel who was hiding behind my back.

I smiled and moved to the side and pushed Thenidiel forward.

"She looks so much like Voronwë." Mellimeldisiel smiled as she stepped forward and pushed a strand of hair out of Thenidiel's face. "Only difference would be her eyes, which I assume belongs to Valadhiel."

"Did you know about this Tirananniel?" I questioned curiously.

"I had a sneaking suspicion." Tirananniel laughed a bit. "I'm happy that you still have a part of your brother Bellethiel."

I smiled lovingly down at Thenidiel before turning to look back at the armor.

"So what of this armor?" I questioned pointing behind me. "I do not think that I ever wore this before."

"No, you didn't" Mellimeldisiel said, walking toward the suit of armor. "Mordemirdanian and Habriston created it along with many of the armor our kin now wear."

"And the design?" I asked, motioning toward the breastplate.

"That would be my idea." Tirananniel smiled cheekily, coming to stand close to me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I know things don't look so great now mellon nín (my friend), but it will get better."

"Mellimeldisiel, Balamaethor, Beriohtarion, Thenidiel." I addressed. "Could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" I questioned, smiling apologetically.

Mellimeldisiel bowed her head and exited the tent, closing the flaps to give the two of us some privacy.

"Come dear sister." Balamaethor smiled, slinging an arm around Thenidiel. "We shall introduce you to everyone."

"I'm a bit nervous." Thenidiel mumbled as Beriohtarion slung his other arm around the other side of Thenidiel.

"They will love you." Beriohtarion assured as they, too, exited the tent and closing it behind them.

There was a small table in the middle along with two chairs across from each other and I went over to sit in one, slouching in the chair in defeat and placed a hand over my eyes.

"You say it will get better...but it is not, is it mellon nín (my friend)..." I mumbled sadly. "The future has not changed has it..."

Tirananniel slowly made her way to the empty seat in front of me.

"The future has changed, the future is forever changing." Tirananniel said, skipping around from answering what I had asked.

"That is not what I meant Tirananniel, you have showed me the future before, do not answer me in riddles." I mumbled.

"I am telling you the truth...in a sense." Tirananniel answered, reaching forward and pouring some elvish wine in two golden cups and pushing one to me before taking a sip from her own cup. "The future has changed, but some parts are hidden from me."

"But is the direct lines of Durin sitting on that throne?" I questioned, reaching for the cup and taking a leisurely sip. "Is Thorin, Fili, and Kili still going to die?"

Tirananniel let out a sigh and when I met her eyes I knew the future had not changed.

"They're still going to die..." Tirananniel said.

"Then can you show me what has changed Tirananniel." I asked.

"I don't think I should..." Tirananniel mumbled honestly.

I looked back to her and reached across to take a hold of her hand.

"Please Tirananniel..." I begged sadly. "I need to know...I want to believe that I can stop it and I cannot stop it if I do not know..."

"There's no way to prevent the deaths of the King and Princes of Durin." Tirananniel said sadly. "If there was even a chance to prevent it...there could be grave consequences Captain..."

"Consequences or not! I feel like I deserve to know..." I growled out angrily. "I want to believe that I can stop those that I now consider family from dying."

I heard Tirananniel sigh before grasping my hand in hers.

(Vision)

"It is different from what I showed you back in Imladris." Tirananniel's voice echoed around as the both of us stood on what looked to be Ravenhill.

"We are not on the battlefield..." I stated looking around.

"The future is unknown to me, but this is what always comes to me." Tirananniel said. "No matter what I try to see, this is always as clear as day."

I watched as Thorin, Dwalin and Bilbo passed through me and stood across from what looked to be a dilapidated, abandoned, lookout.

"And why am I not with them?" I questioned curiously.

"I do not know...everything else is clouded and hidden from me." Tirananniel said sadly. "I'm sorry Bellethiel. I can only assume you're still on the battlefield below."

I sighed sadly as I watched the three sadly, already knowing what is to happen just not how.

"Where are Fili and Kili?" I asked.

"Just watch..." Tirananniel mumbled.

"You have to leave here, now." Bilbo breathed out, taking a moment to catch his breath. "Azog has another army attacking from the North. This watchtower will be completely surrounded. They're will be no way out."

"We are so close," Dwalin grumbled, pointing across the frozen lake to where the tower was. "that orc scum is in there. I say we push on."

"No!" Thorin said, stopping Dwalin from advancing any further. "That's what he wants. He wants to draw us in."

The two dwarves, covered in blood suddenly had a look of realization on their faces as Thorin looked back to the lookout.

"This is a trap."

"Are you telling me Fili and Kili are in that watchtower!" I questioned taking a step to the edge of the cliff we were on.

"Find Fili and Kili. Call them back!" Thorin ordered as Dwalin began to walk away.

"Thorin," Dwalin said, stopping to look back at the King. "are you sure about this?"

"Do it." Thorin nodded. "We'll live to fight another day."

Thorin turned to Bilbo and the two nodded before getting ready to leave when something had caught their eyes. I watched the watchtower and saw flicker of lights beginning to light up the tower, ascending up to the top. I followed with my eyes to see a dark shadow figure coming through the mist.

I looked closer and saw that that dark figure was Azog, and he was dragging something beside him.

"Fili..." I said as I watched on in sadness.

Thorin let out a gasp as he stepped closer to the edge where I was standing, Bilbo coming to a stop beside him.

Azog lifted up his right arm, dangling poor Fili over the edge as he looked dangerously at Thorin. The filthy orc said something in which I did not understand, but he was addressing Thorin for the only thing I did understand was 'Oakenshield.'

Azog held his left arm up behind Fili, the arm now was what looked to be a sharp blade and he began speaking more as Fili looked down at his uncle in fear.

"No." Fili breathed out as he dangled helplessly over the edge. "Run!"

Azog bought his blade up and pierced it through Fili's heart from behind and I could hear a gasp all around from the three that stood beside me. When the life left Fili's eyes, Azog dropped him over the side and I heard his body land with a loud thud.

"Kili!" Thorin yelled out as I watched him head across the frozen lake and straight to the watchtower.

"We do not need to see anymore..." Tirananniel suggested, but I just shook my head.

"Just show me..." I ordered sternly as the images before me began to shift.

It showed an enraged Kili, slashing away at any orc that came across him. I saw the pain in his eyes that he held after seeing his brother dead before him. Nothing stood in his way and I could see how he carelessly swung his sword around, never caring about anything but revenge.

"Kili!" A female voice called out, echoing around the compound causing the dwarf prince to falter in his attacks before protecting himself from two other oncoming orcs.

"Was that Tauriel?" I questioned in surprise.

"Kili!" Tauriel's voice called out once more.

"Tauriel!" Kili answered back as he slayed another orc and began making his way to where he had heard her voice.

We followed Kili as I heard screams of pain from Tauriel, who she was fighting I did not know until Kili came upon an injured Tauriel laying on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of her eyes. Her enemy...the spawn of Azog the Defiler, Bolg. The giant orc reached for his weapon from behind him, preparing to deliver the finishing blow until Kili jumped from the ledge above Bolg, bringing his sword close to shoving it through Bolg's head. But the orcs weapon had prevented it from hitting it's mark as he tried to shake Kili from his back.

Bolg, with his strength, pushed forward and threw Kili off him, the dwarf's body landing harshly on the stone steps. Kili let out a growl as he lunged forward to Bolg, dodging, deflecting and landing hits onto Bolg's armor. And when Kili went in for another attack, Bolg took a hold of his arm and landed a punch to Kili's face. The dwarf prince staggered back in shock, dropping his weapon before Bolg took a hold of his coat and held him in place.

Bolg raised his weapon high over Kili until Tauriel jumped onto the orcs back and took a hold of the weapon, trying to keep Bolg from delivering his deadly blow...but the red headed elf had no affect for the orc simply threw her off of him.

And I watched as Bolg raised his spear high and bought it down hard, shoving it through Kili's heart. The dwarf prince and the elf captain shared a glance, Tauriel looking absolutely heartbroken and I watched as a tear dripped from Kili's eye as he mouthed something to Tauriel...something I did not catch before Bolg dropped his body to the ground.

Bolg stood above the lifeless body of Kili, a satisfied smirk on his face as I watched Tauriel in anger push herself up to stand. She lunged at Bolg, taking a hold of his spear like mace and attempted to throw him over the side. Bolg made an attempt to throw the Captain off of him, but she just swung around and used one of the rock ledges to kick off and I watched both of them careen over the side of the watchtower.