Disclaimer- Same as always- I own absolutely nothing. Thank you to J.R.R. Tolkien for creating such a wonderful world and thank you to Peter Jackson for bringing it to life.

As Bilbo Baggins watched the sunset from the vessel transporting him and Frodo to the undying lands, he still only had on thing on his mind, even after 70 years. During the nights, even at the impressive old age of 131 (unheard of for a Hobbit, minus the ring), he still dreamt of three particular dwarves, gone long before their time. In a way, Bilbo had felt that he had stolen part of their years, for he had lived an extra long life while they had not even had the chance to see their kingdom rebuilt to greatness.

As the dark settled, Bilbo began to dream of the young dwarves, Fili and Kili, not even 100 years old when they were killed defending their dying Uncle Thorin, King under the Mountain. The two brothers had been inseparable for the entire time Bilbo knew them. They would joke and laugh, play pranks on the others. They were the life of the group, and if Bilbo could have done one thing in this life, he would have made sure those boys and their uncle never faced the eye of death so soon. He would protect them with his life, given the chance. He also dreamt of Thorin, whose last words were of forgiveness to him. How he longed for Thorin to live and see his great kingdom flourish, and for quite selfish reasons as well.

And Bilbo slept, dreaming of the lives that were meant for more, unknowing that when he woke, he would not be in the Undying Lands, nor in the Halls of Waiting, but somewhere he had only dreamt of seeing again.

Bilbo woke with a start, hearing battle raging around him in every direction. He shot up, very confused. He looked around, then down at his body, seemingly back to his mid-life state. A thought dawned on him as he watched the battle swirling around him as if he were invisible. He looked down. He was wearing the Ring, and he was in the middle of the Battle of Five Armies. Before even pondering if this was real or just a dream, Bilbo had jumped to his feet with a grace he hadn't had in many years, sprinting in the general direction of where he knew Thorin and his nephews had fought.

So far, everything felt real, so real that it couldn't possibly be a dream. Was this the Valar's cruel way of punishing him for keeping the ring so selfishly all that time, that he was doomed to relive the worst day of his life over and over again?

Running as fast as he could, unseen by the people of battle, he stopped suddenly, staring at the three royals in front of him, watching as Azog the Defiler stalked towards them with his blood covered hands and weapon. Without a second thought, Bilbo ran as fast as he could in front of the three, who were still fighting off other orcs and goblins. Though they couldn't see him, the hobbit was standing guard over them.

As Azog approached, Bilbo pulled Sting from his side and prepared for the worst. Quickly remembering that he, himself, had an unfair advantage over the Pale Orc, and he planned to use it.

As if in slow motion, as everything was with the ring on, he saw Azog approach, preparing to swing his axe down upon Thorin. The axe began to fall in Thorin's direction and with one last look at the new King, even with fear in his eyes, he turned to Azog, holding Sting proudly.

He swung hard with his eyes half closed, only opening them when a cry of pain burst from the huge creature. Azog was now on his knees, his good arm cut off above the elbow, and the branch in his other arm broken off. Thorin stared at the creature for a moment, looking around for what had caused the limbs to be torn from his body like that. After seeing nothing, he flew forward and easily separated the Pale Orc's head from his body. Bilbo was in shock, he watched as the creatures head rolled away from his body, but it was the look on Thorin's face that tore his gaze away from the gruesome sight. He looked utterly terrified, glancing in the opposite direction.

Bilbo turned, only to see Bolg running towards Fili and Kili at a high rate of speed, his weapon already in the air, ready to strike.

Once again, without a second thought, Bilbo ran, still invisible and using it as his advantage. Within seconds, he was upon the huge beast, and climbing up its back as it fought the two young dwarves, standing proudly side by side.

Feeling the foreign sensation on his back, Bolg stopped attacking for a mere second to look, allowing Fili to swing his sword at Bolg's knees, causing him to fall to the ground while Kili took aim with his arrow, directly at the beast's heart. The arrow pierced him but Kili put another in his eye for good measure before his brother cut the head from the body. Before Bolg had completely fallen, he had grabbed Bilbo from his back and slung him onto the ground, the ring falling off revealing him to the brothers.

After finishing the job, Fili saw the Hobbit laying just inches away from the dead Orc's hands, a golden ring next to him, knowing the Hobbit had indeed saved their lives.

As soon as the Goblins and Orcs noticed their leaders had fallen and the Eagles and Beorn had come, they (or what was left of them) retreated into the mountains, hearing cheers of victory from the Dwarves, Humans, and Elves.

Bilbo lay unconscious in the battlefield.

"Kili, he saved us! Bilbo and his magic ring!" Fili shouted as his brother came over to the Hobbit with him.

Kili lifted the Hobbit into his arms as Fili had a large gash on his own, and they walked to where Thorin was standing, staring at the body of Azog. As his nephews approached, he looked at the Hobbit laying unconscious in Kili's arms.

"Why are you carrying the Hobbit, didn't I tell you if you ever saw him again to shoot him with an arrow?" Thorin asked as the boys came closer.

"He saved our lives, Uncle. Bilbo and his magic invisibility ring saved us both, by Mahal, he probably saved yours as well!" Kili shouted at his uncle whose eyes widened at the statement. He remembered Azog's arms...invisible...Bilbo... And without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of his nephews.

"Is... he... dead?" Thorin asked, looking up at how still the Hobbit was in Kili's arms.

"No, but I'd wager he hit his head pretty hard. Bolg threw Bilbo from his back as we killed him. But Uncle, if Bilbo hadn't jumped on the back of that monster, he would have killed us both in one hit." Fili said, sitting on the ground next to Thorin, Kili kneeling as well, placing the Hobbit in between them.

"It was him." Thorin said as he looked at the battered Hobbit. Fili and Kili looked up at their uncle curiously.

"What?" Kili asked.

"Azog swung at me and something cut off his arms, allowing me to kill him once and for all. I couldn't see anyone, but I knew someone was there, then I saw you both battling with Bolg and I feared the worst. It was him. Our burglar saved my life as well." Thorin said in a quiet voice, lifting Bilbo in his arms as he stood, motioning for his nephews to follow him. "I'm sorry, dear burglar, for everything."

They walked in silence to the tents now lining the edge of the mountain. Not bothering to stop or even acknowledge the cheers and clapping from around them, or even the questions. They didn't stop until they reached Oin, who was standing outside one of the tents, motioning for them to bring the Hobbit inside.

Within minutes of arriving at the medical tent, the rest of the company had arrived as well, though they stayed outside, Giving the King and his nephews a moment alone.

"How will he fare?" Thorin asked Oin as the healer looked at the wound on Bilbo's head.

"A hobbit's head is not as hard as a Dwarves, but he will wake, though I don't know when." The healer replied as he began to look at Fili's arm. The large gash had to be sewn closed, though Fili didn't complain, saying he's had worse.

So... I was feeling a bit nostalgic after seeing Battle of the Five Armies a couple times (Yes, I knew what was going to happen and I still cried my eyes out.) I thought Fili and Kili died in the most horrible way in the movie (and I wrote this long before the movie came out) so I stuck with my original, though I may end up writing another going by the movie line. I apologize to my readers for being absent for so long, though I haven't had internet in about a month and my Microsoft Office subscription ran up as well, so I had to improvise (AKA- go to the parents and use their WiFI). As always, I hope you enjoy and review! - Bekah