Elven Warriors line up next to Dwarven and even Human warriors. They had come to the aid of the great Thorin Oakensheild, king under the mountain, and his company when they called. History in the making Elf's, Dwarves and Humans fighting side by side together against the oncoming enemy, Goblins and Orcs, never would anyone thought they would see this day. Thorin's grips his sword tighter looking over at the company remember how it was the day smaug came and torn their home apart, the journey that brought them here, and all the good times along the way. He felt his self-sadden knowing not everyone would survive. Lystra Rockheart, the best female warrior west of Iron Mountain, put her hand on his shoulder before relaxing her grip on her sword. "Hey… We are getting our home back..." She glanced around the members and remembering the jounery leading up to this as she shook off the thoughts. "Everyone here is because of you! Thorin Oakensheild. Everyone is here fighting as one because you my Lord brought us all together. Today is not a day of sadness but a day to rejoice even as we enter battle. We shall reclaim Erebor and it is all because of you." She nodded before looking down the line at Kili and Fili who offered you sadden smiles. You just nodded as you got back into stance. "Keep your head up and your sword low Lysa. And never once leave your heart on the battle field. This is the best advice I can give you" she heard the words of her father ring out in her head before Thorin shouted a Khuzdulen battle cry. Everyone else's voices soon let out their own battle cries as they ran into the oncoming wave of Orcs, Wargs, and Goblins. Lystra's hands tighten on her sword until her knuckles turned white. She was quick almost as graceful as an elf running ahead, which was easy with her lack of armor, swinging her sword gracefully but forcibly cutting the throats of any and every warg that jumped at her. Cries of the wounded and dying broke out, the sight was horrific. She turned her head a moment to look at the hobbit who was screaming scared for his life. She turned to run and help him but was attacked by a warg pinned to the ground. Only when Bofur ran over swinging his new sword killing the beast was she able to start running. Jumping over the dead, bloody bodies that started to cover the fields already! An inhuman scream broke out stealing her attention to where she once was. She froze in her spot, it couldn't be… She didn't have time to turn around as an arrow shoot pass her head. She spun towards the beast blocking another arrow with her sword before Kili appeared to the rescue making a clear shot into his forehead. She slapped his back hard before going to help Bilbo. She just hoped that scream wasn't who she thought it was. But in fact it was who she thought. Bofur was at that moment pinned to the ground his face being clawed and body bitten by the warg before Thorin has killed it but it was still too late. He threw him over his shoulder. He wasn't going to let him die like this. "Hang on lad," he mumbled to the lifeless bofur over his shoulder before running, killing anything that got in his way, to one of the healers tent. "Thank god for elves" he thought to himself as they took bofur into the tent to fix his wounds in a hurry. But Thorin had to go back out and fighting only hopping he would be better… Days, weeks, months later the battle still raged on. But it was close to the end and everyone knew it. The elves had managed to hold back the enemy so the others could get the wounded to the healer's tents. But still many lifeless and cold bodies's littered the fields. Thorin hadn't stopped fighting since Bofur was hurt and he surely didn't let anyone else know. But soon to follow was; Kili, arrow straight threw his shoulder. Dori and Gloin with warg bite marks in their legs. And even Lystra with a cut in her side, but she never made it to the healers tent. She did a make shift job of switching herself up on the battle field before anyone could see she was bleeding and kept fighting. "We didn't come this far just to give up and walk away! I will throw my life down for my home" she thought to herself as she slayed another goblin. The enemy's bodies were many but their own were more? Thorin stood by her side giving her a glance over as they were now surrounded by wargs and orcs. "If we make it out of this alive remind me to kiss you," he chuckled out softly swinging his sword in his hand cockily. She smirked and had her back to his, "If we make it out of this alive, you are going to owe me more than a kiss Thorin" she teased before they let out their battle cries running apart and attacking the orcs and wargs. The clanking of metal and swords could be heard everything ran in slow motion. She saw an arrow racing for Thorin before she tried to yell but her voice was stuck in her throat. The only thing she could do was move in to its path. Thankfully she had jumped and it was just her hip. She let out a loud cry. "Mahal!" she groaned in pain before breaking the arrow off so it was sticking out but still impaled in her before going at the Orc. Thorin had tried to get her to calm down once the circle was dead. She just fingered her hip and smiled. "It's going to take much more for me to go down. Let go, we are winning Thorin and this is one battle I'm finishing." She shouting with joy as she ran off toward where the enemy was retreating Thorin ran after her feeling rather responsible now. That arrow was meant for him and he knew she could die. But she was just as stubborn as he was. A few more hours and the enemy were gone and running off into the distance as everyone let out happy cries. Lystra held up her sword and yelled "Mahal! We've won!" Thorin quickly pushed through the elves to her before she clasped to her knee in the blood soaked ground. Thorin went wide eyed and quickly caught her as she fell weak to the ground. "Lystra!" he cried out looking over her. She smiled and let her bloody finger lift her tunic up past her ripping leggings showing the blackening cut on her side. "Oops..." she mumbled before looking up at the king. "Why..." he choked out nearly in tears. She pressed her finger to his lips and brushed his blood soaked hair out of his face. "Trust me Thorin, it was worth it. We have Erebor back... we have our home…" her voice became faint before a pale pained look came over her face. "You're going to be ok," he whispered to her before turning his head and yelling "Healer! We need an aid!" A soft chuckle from her lips grabbed his attention as he looked at her. "I do not fear death, Mahal has been good to me..." she closed her eyes softly. He shook her "No! Don't you dare say that! Lystra! Mahal!" he cried out before tear ran down his cheeks chasing away the soft splashes of blood. She opened her eyes a moment before gasping at the pain. "Never thought I'd see the day when the king under the mountain cried... not over some low line" she smiled still before bring her shaky hand to wipe his eyes. "Don't go..." he whispered closing his eyes and leaning into her hand. She gasped again in pain as he could hear the healer's footsteps approaching. "They are coming... don't you leave me now" he opened his eyes looking into hers. "Thorin, I've long awaited death, it does not fear me anymore. Let me die with honor, and share my story with the kingdom. But I must ask one favor." She coughed out before closing her eyes and turning her head. He gripped her tightly his hands pressed firmly against her wounds to stop some of the bleeding. "Anything, just don't go" he begged before she gripped one of his thick braids in her hands and pulled his down. She smiled and looks into his icy blue eyes. Her own honey golden eyes having that curious sparkle they always had. "Don't let me die without being courted by the king…" she whispered softly her breath falling upon his lips. He looked over her before sliding a hand to hold her head and bring his lips to hers in the deepest way. Kissing her with passion that has long burned, but was it real or just lust? Either way he didn't want her to leave him just yet. She smiled softly into the kiss before pulling away in pain again. "Thorin... don't act such a way. It's not love. I know where your heart lies. Tell him... and if you see Bofur... tell him i… i-I" she mumbled before her voice went flat as a sigh left her lips and her body lost all its strength. The healer arrived as Thorin placed her now cool body into the elfs' arms following after him. How could she of known of his love for the hobbit? Or was it just a trick? And what was he supposed to tell bofur? He knew he was deeply in love with her… "Just don't die, lassie" he mumbled to himself more than anyone as he saw her lifeless body fling almost willingly in the elfs arms...