"Captain!"

I looked toward where the voice had come from and saw Veryan running frantically in our direction.

Bregolien and I had made our way further into the battlefield. It was difficult to make it to where we are now, but we were still not close enough to the mountain

"Veryan!" I called out as soon as he came to stop before us. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay with my niece and the unit in Dale!"

"I know..." Veryan said, taking a deep breathe. "I have been keeping watch from Dale, and I came to inform you that Dáin Ironfoot has called the dwarves from the Iron Hills to retreat back to the mountain."

Bregolien gritted his teeth and turned to look at me.

"We'll never make it back to the mountain in time." Bregolien growled out. "There's thousands of orcs in our way, not to mention giant trolls as well."

"Have you seen my nephews?" I questioned suddenly. "And what of our kin? Are they with the dwarves?"

"The moment Dáin recalled his people our friends began to quickly follow in their retreat." Veryan said, turning around to slash the neck of an orc that was coming toward us.

I pulled my arm back and bought my sword to block a jagged edge that was close touching me, the orc possibly thinking that he could take advantage of my lowered defenses. Bregolien, at the moment of the orcs stupor, finished the filth off.

"And my nephews?" I questioned in irritation.

"From what I could see, they're close to Dáin." Veryan said.

I sighed in irritation before turning to look at the field in front of us; there was still a vast amount of land to cover before we even make it close to the gates of Erebor.

"What are we going to do Captain..." Bregolien questioned, glancing toward the mountain as well.

"My nephews and our friends are there and will hold them off as long as they can. We make for the mountain!" I stated rushing forward into the army of orcs, dodging and sliding under any enemy that got in my way. "And we must be quick!"

"Yes Captain!" Veryan and Bregolien said, running on both sides of me.

(Beriohtarion's P.O.V)

"Fall back!" I heard Dáin's voice cut through the noise on the battlefield. "Fall back! To the mountain!"

"Retreat back to the mountain!" I yelled out to our friends around us.

"Brother..." Balamaethor called to me quietly, his back to my own. "there's too many..."

"I know..." I said quietly. "Dáin has called a retreat back to the mountain and we must follow."

I felt Balamaethor nod his head before we both began to quickly make our way back to where the dwarves were.

The moment we were separated from our mother, my brother and I decided together that we would stay close to Dáin, his kin and the mountain. We were worried for our Nana...but we knew she would be able to take care of herself. The moment she left us we were just killing orcs left and right...and to be honest, we were having the time of our lives. I felt alive, and I'm sure my brother felt the same way.

"Fall back!" The voice of Dáin echoed around and slowly my brother and I began to move with our friends following close, almost surrounding the dwarves from the Iron Hills.

The orc army that did not fall back to overthrow Dale began to push us back. Our line of forces pushed forward to keep the orc army from getting any closer. There was some dwarves that lingered in front of us, but once they got through us and went back to the mountain we closed the gap and we created line, a sort of wall so to speak that if any orc or trolls decided they wanted to reach the dwarves...they would have to go through us.

A horn blared loudly once more from above coming from Ravenhill and the orcs stopped their advance, creating rows upon rows in front of us. They weren't moving, putting a large distance between us and them.

"Who are ya?" A loud voice called from behind us, his accent thick. "Why do you wear the emblem of Durin?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Dáin glaring daggers at us while also looking at the back of all my comrades and friends.

"We follow the elf that addressed you before all this happened!" I called back over my shoulder. "Our mission is to help you anyway we can!"

"The elf that addressed me?" Dáin questioned. "The sprite that wore the black armor?"

"Our mother!" My brother answered. "We don't follow that 'faithless woodland sprite' as you had called him. Everyone here follows our mother!"

The dwarves were pushed further back until they were at the edge of the gate, the dwarves let out a battle cry and I heard the loud movement of weapons moving about.

"Prepare for the attack!" I called out. "If this is where we fall, then we will not go down without a fight! We will take them to the land of the dead with us!"

"Stand fast! These orc and troll filth will not scare us!" My brother called out as snarling trolls burst through the lines of orcs, slamming the ground with their giant clubs.

Another horn blared out and the army began to march forward to us.

"Brandish your shields and weapons!" I yelled to the line of elves that followed my command as I saw shields and weapons rise. "They come!"

Another horn suddenly cut through, almost like a triumphant battle call...and it came from the top of mountain. The unsuspecting horn caused the army to halt in their advance, looking around in confusion.

"The company!" My brother called out happily, turning to look behind us.

Once the horn had stopped, phasing out to complete silence, the built gate suddenly exploded as a golden bell came crashing through. The bell tolled loudly and the smashed gate fell apart and the pieces landed in the mot in front. As the bell swung back, through the dark came the company charging out armed for battle with Thorin leading the way.

'Thorin!' I thought happily as I saw the dwarves in the back begin to clear a path for the charge. 'You did it...'

I looked around and addressed those that were around me.

"Clear a path for the company!" My brother yelled out. "Take down the trolls! Raise your bows! Fire your arrows!"

'Nana will be so proud...' I thought happily as I quickly moved to the side to make way for Thorin and the company as they passed us.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

A horn in the distance caught my ears, a horn different from the one Azog had blown several times. The sound had come from the mountain.

I stopped my attack and turned toward the gate and as soon as the horn phased out, the gate that the company had built came tumbling down as a large golden bell emerged from within the mountain. The bell tolled loudly and as it swung back I could see from where I was standing that from the mountain emerged the company with Thorin leading the way.

'I am so proud of you my King...' I thought spinning back around and bringing my sword across an orcs neck, decapitating it as blood squirted out from the wound. "Let us be quick! We must retreat to the King! Our kin is waiting for us!"

We were so close to the mountain, but still too far for my liking...as soon as Thorin is in my reach...only then will I be satisfied.

(Thorin's P.O.V)

The battlefield was worse than I thought. The body of elves, dwarves, and orcs littered the ground. The army of elves, men and my kin took down as many as they could, but it seemed useless for more seemed to take their places.

I looked around me as my kin, the company, fought the army around me, and among them I could see elves mixed in the fray. Elves dressed in silver armor along with some dressed in gold in the mix, but there was one elf that I was looking for that I could not see. A female elf that I know was clad in black armor with a branched out crown upon her head.

'Where is she... ?' I thought in irritation.

I bought my sword down on an orc that was rushing for me and I looked to my left and saw my cousin.

"Dáin!" I called out, smiling in his direction before spinning around and bringing my sword down on another pathetic orc.

"Thorin!" Dáin called out through the noise. "Hold on! I'm coming!"

I heard the sound of a heavy thump from behind me as I kept the orcs in front of me at a distance, and as the sound got closer I could hear my cousin taking care of those that were behind me.

I looked behind and my assumption was true, my cousin was on the back of a large armored orc. I could not linger on that fact for more orcs kept making their way to me.

"Hey, cousin!" Dáin said and as I turned around I saw him bring down his hammer hard on the head of the orc he was riding. "What took ya so long?"

I laughed as I made my way to him and bought him in for a tight embrace, relieved that he was still alive and well.

When we separated, I kept my hand on his shoulder.

"Have you seen her?" I asked a bit desperately. I didn't want to sound that way, but after looking around and seeing no sign of her I was hoping my cousin would know.

"Seen who?" Dáin questioned, bringing back his hammer and slamming it into the shin of an orc that was coming up behind him.

"There was an elf clad in all black armor with a tall branched crown upon her head. She spoke to you when you first came...Bellethiel." I growled out, bringing my sword up and slashing through an orc that was behind Dáin. "I cannot find her anywhere, and I was hoping she would be here."

Dáin let out a long sigh before shaking his head.

"Never saw the elf after the army split to Dale, but her children were here, the twin boys." Dáin informed me. "I don't understand Thorin. They wear the crest of Durin's folk and have helped us since the beginning of this god forsaken battle. Elves coming to the help of dwarves! Who are these elves?"

"Those two twins and their cousin are a part of my company; their mother, aunt, helped reclaim our homeland." I spoke as the two of us tried our best to keep talking while fighting. "Once this is all over, there is much to tell...I did not believe it at first, but it's truly an amazing story."

"Thorin!" A male's voice called out.

I turned in time to see two elves land beside Dáin and I, and I smiled happily.

"You two." I addressed as they came to stand in front of me and my cousin. "I'm happy that you two are alive and well."

"We're happy to see you better Thorin." Balamaethor said smiling.

The two elves were covered from their armor to their faces in black splotches and smudges of blood. What I could see there wasn't any major wounds on them but some parts of their armor looked dented, their clothing underneath the armor slashed, but nothing that I could tell.

"Where's your mother?" I questioned, addressing Bellethiel as she should be addressed. She wasn't their aunt, not from what I have seen. She was their mother whether she says she is or isn't.

"We got separated," Beriohtarion answered. "when the army split and went to Dale, she quickly followed to make sure that Thenidiel was safe."

"Knowing her, she would be making her way here to you right now." Balamaethor nodded.

The two began to look around the field looking for their mother and Dáin bought my attention back to him.

"Who is she to you Thorin?" Dáin asked with curiosity. "You're showing a lot of concern for the sprite, so I'm curious cousin."

"She..." I said, pausing for a bit to think. "is someone special to me. My love...and I want to know that she is safe and ask for forgiveness..."

"She forgave you Thorin the moment we left." Balamaethor said, smiling down at me.

"Your love? Thorin..." Dáin breathed in shock. "an elf?"

"Once you hear their story, you'll understand why there is no problem." I smiled, thinking of my elf.

"There!" Beriohtarion yelled out, bringing our attention somewhere a bit away from us.

Not too far from where we stood I saw Bellethiel, along with two others, fending off a bunch of orcs that had begun to swarm around them. She was using two swords and struggling to keep a bunch of orcs away from her. She dispatched the group around her and slowly began inching her way to us, at least that's what it looked like.

I smiled after seeing her...but my smile vanished when I saw her stagger and an arrow lodged in her shoulder from the front.

"Nana!" Beriohtarion yelled out in a panic.

That shout must have caught her ears because she instantly recovered and turned to glance our way. When her eyes met my own I saw her eyes light up, a smile gracing her face and I returned the smile.

She reached to the arrow in front of her and snapped the end off, before racing toward us.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

I spun the handle of my swords in my hands, trying my hardest to keep the orcs away from me, but for some reason they were beginning to swarm around the three of us. One orc came from in front of me and I bought one of my swords up to block a jagged weapon while my other sword was behind me fending off another.

'I need to get to Thorin...' This was the only thought going through my head and this only made my fight harder as we all slowly started to make our way closer to the mountain.

Though, I must have let my guard down for I felt a stinging pain in my shoulder and I staggered back. I looked down and saw the end of an arrow sticking out from between my breastplate and my pauldron.

'Damn...' I thought in irritation, and I began killing everything that was in my way.

"Nana!" A male's panic voice called out to me.

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw my two nephews, Dáin and Thorin standing not too far from us. I smiled in their direction, happy to see my nephews' safe...and elated once I saw Thorin.

I reached in front of me and snapped the end off so it wouldn't be a trouble and get in the way before I began racing toward my family.

Once I reached the small group, even with the battle going on around us, I took my nephews into my arms...tightly embracing them.

"I am so happy to see that you are okay..." I said quietly as I pulled back, my nephews smiling at me.

"What happened to your side Nana?" Beriohtarion questioned.

I looked to my side, while Bregolien and Veryan covered me; I did the best I could to keep the shallow wound covered with some of the material I had ripped from the bottom of my tunic and tied it around my waist to cover the wound.

"It happened in Dale..." I mumbled, before turning to look back to Thorin. I gently pushed through my nephews and stood in front of Thorin.

He looked up at me with regret, guilt, and remorse...but I could also see happiness and love shining through as well. His eyes were a clear blue, and I knew Thorin had overcome the sickness that had taken over him back in the mountain.

I placed a hand on his shoulder before flinging my arms around him. I was happy to have him back, thankful...and my heart was bursting with joy to see that he was safe as well and happy that I was able to see him...alive.

"Meleth nín (My love)...I knew you could do it...I believed you could." I said as I buried my face in his hair, my grip tightening. "I am so happy to have you back Thorin..."

I felt Thorin wrap his arms around me gently, being careful to not agitate the wound on my side. He placed a kiss to my cheek before his grip tightened around me.

"It was all thanks to you..." Thorin mumbled quietly, pushing me away and holding me at arm's length. "I'm so sorry for the things I said back at the mountain."

"You were not yourself Thorin." I smiled to him. "I had already forgiven you the moment I left the mountain...I love you Thorin."

"I love you too...Bellethiel." Thorin said, smiling slightly. He took my face in his hands and placed a kiss to my lips, then placing his forehead against my own. "I will make this all up to you once this is all over."

I smiled and took a step back but not before placing a kiss to his forehead. I then looked around and surveyed the catastrophe around us. While we had our moment I noticed that my nephews, Bregolien and Veryan were keeping the orcs away from us.

'Once this is all over...' I thought, glaring a bit. Thorin's death suddenly flashed before my eyes and it only made me angrier. 'We will pull through this...'

"So, you're the sprite that captured my cousin's attention." The voice of Dáin spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I turned to the red headed dwarf; the bulky dwarf was glaring up at me slightly. I put my hand on the left side of my chest and bowed slightly to the Lord.

"Greetings Lord Dáin, I am sorry that we met on such bad terms." I spoke slightly. "I hope that after all this you will listen to our story and be understanding of the situation. And hopefully, this relationship between elves and dwarves can be healed just a bit."

"I don't like elves, never have..." Dáin stated firmly. "but I like you, and your kin. I will listen to ya lass."

I smiled gratefully before seeing two orcs coming up from behind Thorin and Dáin. I pushed myself forward and bought both of my swords up and blocked the impending attacks to the two leaders. I dealt with the two and didn't bother to watch their bodies fall to the ground as I turned back to look at the two dwarves.

"There is too many of these orcs Thorin..." I mumbled through gritted teeth. "We are doing the best that we can to keep them away, but more of them keep coming."

"The lass is right, Thorin." Dáin said agreeing with me. "I hope you've got a plan."

Thorin looked away in thought, before he looked past us toward Ravenhill. I followed his gaze and saw he was looking toward the lookout where Azog had been commanding his forces, the flags continuously moving.

"Aye." Thorin said. "We're going to take out their leader."

"Azog." Dáin mumbled, as Thorin moved away from us.

Thorin stopped a riderless ram that was equipped with armor, he jumped onto its back and pulled at the reigns causing the beast to still and trot backwards.

"I'm gonna kill that piece of filth." Thorin spat out.

"Thorin!" I called out, running to stand in front of the pony sized ram. "You are not leaving without me. I am coming with you."

"No," Thorin growled out, reaching out to my hand and taking it in his own. "you're to stay here. I will not put you in harm's way."

"And I am not leaving you to face Azog alone." I argued back.