A/N: Basically I am planning a bunch of different ways to throw OCs into the quest of regaining Erebor and this is the first try. I'll be doing a bunch of one-shots as the ideas hit me and you're welcome to adopt them and turn them into a story provided you link me when you post the story and mention me as the origin of the chapter you adopt. Other than that, anyone, no matter the amount of people, can feel free to adopt whichever one-shot they wish. And as many as they wish.
They are also allowed to change slight parts of it, if they wish to fit some of them in with other one-shots I post, like in this one where I don't mention the name of the female OC, I only imply that she's from our world and that she knows both the Hobbit and the LotR parts of this. And that this one-shot is a FilixOC story, but you're free to make it seem like Fili loved her but not the other way around if you wish.
Now, the first thing you have to know about this oneshot is that it's been a long time since I read the book and I've yet to see the third movie, so I don't know how the battle went. But! It doesn't matter! And I say that because with all that the OC has changed before this battle, things were bound to go differently. So. Even if I did know how the battle went or who exactly was in it, this would still be how I wrote it.
PS: The writer of this (me) does not own the Hobbit or anything close to it, they belong to the wonderful late J. R. R. Tolkien. All I own is the unnamed OC.
"Duck!" A familiar voice called out, close to her, and she knew immediately that he'd meant it for her despite the sounds of the raging battle all around them. She heeded his words, of course, and the goblin behind her lost its head in the process.
"Nice timing," She flashed him a smile, turning to stab an orc with her sword.
"Of course, did you expect less of the line of Durin?" Was her response, the dwarf she was speaking with well used to her strange wording by now, as they fought by each others side.
"Well, with your uncle's scowls and grumbling, one would think you're all old lonely men," Offering a wink with her tease, she left him laughing before moving further to the middle of the battlefield, intent on doing what she'd sworn she would for all three of the royal blood - save them.
She hadn't believed she could do anything for them before the quest had started or even as it progressed, but she'd been persuaded to come along and help and she'd survived until then. She'd made it this far, there was nothing that said she couldn't make it further. That she couldn't keep them alive past the battle. She'd already changed a few things, she had to believe she could change this as well. She wanted them to survive to see the good that could come after the One ring had been destroyed. She knew these dwarves would help Frodo when the time came, they would do it for Bilbo if nothing else.
If she changed this, some lives lost further down the line could be spared too. If she saved them now, they could save more lives later, they could help fight the darkness. And even if they stayed stubborn upon their opinion of the elves, she doubted that would be worse than what had originally been. Perhaps if Kili and Tauriel both survived, they could change the prejudices a little. No doubt Thorin would not banish his youngest nephew and one of the two boys he'd helped raise even because of an elf.
If Kili had to leave, Fili would follow. Thorin would be left with no nephews and his sister would most likely not allow it.
Saving these three dwarves could only help, so that was exactly what she intended to do.
It may not have been the safest action to take when faced with one of the more dangerous orcs on the current battlefield, but she was all for a little danger if it helped her cause. There was no gain without a little pain - or so the saying went. At least something along those lines, that is. It was close enough.
Raising her sword to show that she would not let him pass without taking her down first, she smirked at him with the face of a challenging woman, "Come, scum, show me how the little rats scurry for their lives!"
Bolg spat at the ground between them before charging at her, the warg he had ridden long lost on the battlefield.
Anger made people reckless, she remembered having learned during her self defense training when she was of fourteen years old. And everyone was the same.
If you couldn't run to live, if you had to fight, then make sure the fight goes in your favor. Anger your opponent, blind them with their own rage, and you would live to see another day. A lesson she'd taken to heart and used before. It hadn't worked well every time, but this time she had to use every trick against her opponent that she could use. And if infuriating the orc made him focus on her first, well, she could accept that.
It felt like hours of fighting, hours of dodging, cutting, slashing and stumbling out of the way, yet no more than minutes, perhaps ten at most, had passed when relief came to her. At her side, Dwalin had arrived and he'd attacked Bolg the moment he'd seen her trouble.
"Oi lass, this wasn't what we meant by proving you could fight all those months ago!"
She let out a breathless laugh at his words before rejoining the fight, taking any openings Dwalin could give her, "You know my style! Total overkill!"
Rushing past them and ending several orcs and goblins on his way, Balin momentarily joined their conversation, "So long as the overkill doesn't kill you in the progress!"
"Don't complain, at least I'm not surrounded!" She gestured to where she'd recently seen Bofur and Nori at, and Balin cursed before leaving them for that direction.
Though considering they were fighting Bolg, surrounding them was not a good idea from either end. It was most likely the same with whoever Azog was fighting, but she wasn't sure who that was at the moment. Hopefully none of the dwarves or many of them at the same time.
Ducking under a swing from Bolgs weapon, she took a cheap shot at his side, stabbing him through the right part of his chest.
Bolg roared and swung at her, but Dwalin came to her rescue. Unfortunately it didn't stop Bolg from trying to strangle her with his other hand, and she would suffer at least bruising around her neck for it, but she pulled out her sword and lifted it high before blindly stabbing. The hand around her neck loosened and she blinked the spots of her vision away to realize she'd stabbed him through the face. A bit higher than intended, but Dwalin finished the job by beheading the orc.
She took a moment to get her bearings back, but then rejoined Dwalin in fighting the goblins that rushed at them, the orcs only a moment behind.
If only she could be sure they wouldn't go and get themselves into more trouble. At least she was smart enough to keep an eye on them all even if it made life a little more dangerous for herself.
"Perhaps you should watch your surroundings a little better?"
A frustrated suggestion given to the idiot dwarf King that had almost gotten himself killed moments before only gained the woman a slight grateful nod before he hurried off to fight again. She doubted that he would listen, that had been a close call but nothing he wasn't used to, and the fighting would end soon, she remembered. It was already dying down, so if they could just keep their heads on their necks a little longer, everything would work out.
He would want to ensure the lives of his nephews at least, so he would do his best to survive further and live to fight another day. So long as he did not get distracted.
In theory they would all be safer the moment the two pale white orcs were dead, and with Bolg gone, only one of them remained. If she could kill him, then they should all survive. None of the orcs would be wishing to kill them as much as those two did. Had. Had been doing?
Shaking her head, she tried to focus more on the battle, ducking under the swipe of a warg and thrusting her sword upwards at the same time as she shifted to the side to avoid the orc on top of it.
If she wanted to kill Azog, she would need to be more careful and survive long enough to at least get close to him.
Eyeing the orc quite a bit away but still easily seen upon his warg, she made her decision.
A swing of her sword, turning it to block the attack to her left, twisting it to force the orc to use both sides to block her blow, a stab as he was distracted by one of her current fighting partners, a jump to the side and a beheading of a orc that came too close and then her attention once more returned to the second pale orc she had fought today.
He had been uninterested in her in the beginning, until he'd realized she was a female. Then he'd seen fit to declare to the battlefield that she would be his prize when he'd ended the line of Durin. Which had of course angered a surprising amount of people in her eyes, but she supposed that that was what she got for having friends.
Now she, Thorin and Dwalin was fighting Azog, though it was more the latter two with her taking 'potshots' as she liked to call them, in her opinion. But every time either of the two got distracted by incoming orcs or goblins, she would be there to distract Azog, suffering slightly for it in the process but unwilling to let him hurt those she'd come to love.
It was during such a moment that she failed to consider the fact that a circle had been spread around them, only a few more idiotic goblins and orcs taking the chances to attack keeping it from being cleared completely. It was foolish of them and they should've pushed Azog closer to the end of the circle or tricked him into following them to it, but they remained in the middle and that was what started their undoing.
Arrows shot towards the two dwarf that was furthest from Azog - Dwalin, currently - and Thorin's attention switched to defending his friend while Dwalin moved to help fight Azog. A moment too late for her left leg, a gash left upon it as she jumped out of the way of Azog's left arm, the one with a metal claw attached.
Hissing in pain, she took a trembling step backwards, stepping into the path of an arrow that quickly made itself home through the lower part of her stomach.
Azog paid for his glee at her pain with the loss of his metal claw, thanks to Dwalin, while Thorin took the chance to lose the orc his other arm. And when Azog tried to retreat, Dwalin took his head.
Not too far away, the woman that had journeyed with them since just after the troll incident, was barely standing, hand upon her stomach wound and eyes searching for the two princes. Just to ensure their safety. They wouldn't die the same way they had in the story she remembered, but there was still a chance something might happen to them.
It may have been her choice to do just that, that allowed her to save Fili from a painful death, her eyes spotting a small group of orcs creeping upon him through the battle on his left long before he did, her legs moving to run despite the painful, still bleeding, wound she'd gained, and she raced to help him, Thorin and Dwalin spotting what she had moments later, moments that would be too late for Fili, if not for her.
"I just wanted you to live," She managed to choke out between the soft sobs, eyes focused intently upon the dwarf holding her up, seeing nothing but him even with the yells around them, the fallen bodies surrounding them and the surviving searching for other survivors.
"Hush," Fili begged of her, his grip tightening unconsciously. "You must spare your strength, do not give up!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Fili," Hoping he would understand why she would apologize so, she used what strength she could muster up to lift her hand to his chin, gently caressing it as she offered him a teary if these were her last words to be spoken, if this was what he would remember of her, then she would give him good to ward off the bad, "I would have loved you to the end of time..." If I had been allowed to.
But she could not, not with her end so close.
It was a pity, she would've been happy to stay in Middle Earth with these dwarves. She could have sacrificed the life of her own world to stay with those she'd grown to care so much for. But it simply wasn't to be, she was dying and there was no choice left to her. She could not stay and would not get to return to her old world, either. She was not meant for neither this world or her former, it seemed.
And perhaps it was for the best, in the end. At least this way she wouldn't muck up the things she'd worked so hard to achieve, perhaps now there was a better chance of things going as they should have to begin with. A road where many more survived.
She hoped that if nothing else, her visit to Middle Earth was the only one. Or that if others gained the chance she had, they would do better.
This world deserved better of a fate than losing so many good people.
She'd done what she could, now it was up to them to continue her work. She trusted and loved them, and as darkness grew upon her, her last sight of the dwarves gathering around her, she knew they could do it.
The line of Durin, and those around it, stood strong and tall, still.