Author's Note:
Okay, so I just wanted to thank everyone who favorited, followed and reviewed this fanfic so far. I know, a long prologue but I had to explain it as best as I possibly could. Another thing, the fighting scenes are difficult for me to write, so I had to ask help from Saddles18. Thank you Saddles18.
The battle that takes place here is that of the Battle of the Five Armies. AU once again, but I think you guys will like it. And No, Fili, Kili or Thorin is not going to die in this fanfic. Not as long as I can help it.
Please read, review and enjoy.
Chapter 1: What can he do?
It was loud.
Full grown men; whether it was the race of Man, Dwarves or Elves, screaming in pure pain as the orcs fought against them. There were bodies of them all littering the ground and staining it of the blood from the fallen.
Bilbo was thankful for not being killed just yet, but how he got in this horrid mess to begin with was about nearly a year ago, where 12 dwarves; at the time, came barging into his hobbit hole. Making a mess on his carpet, destroyed his plumping, emptied his pantry and ate all of his stored up food before the 13th dwarf came late.
They were setting out on a quest. A quest to reclaim their homeland that Bilbo's mother had once told him as a wee hobbit lad before bedtime. He honestly thought it was a wonderful made up story, but after he had read the contract, it was just too much for the poor hobbit and he fainted.
After the discussion with Gandalf, sleeping on it and then thinking on it the next morning, Bilbo flew out of his hobbit hole and ran after them, contract signed and all.
The company traveled across Middle-Earth; from Hobbiton to Rivendell, over the Misty Mountains into the Goblin Town, getting hunted down by Azog and then being rescued by the Eagles. Taken to the Carrock and healing somewhat in the Wilderland, heading towards Mirkwood. Facing spiders, getting captured by the Mirkwood Elves and trying to escape their cold hearted Elvenking, King Thranduil. Passing into Lake Town and then finally heading towards Erebor.
Bilbo's job, was to steal a stone of some sort from within the mountain, regardless if there was a living (which there was) dragon. Smaug, the Terrible.
What Bilbo did not accounted for was how this one stone could cause so much grief and trouble. The Arkenstone. The heart of the Mountain, where Thor had ripped it from the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo honestly thought that the Mountain wanted its heart back; that is why there was a curse upon it.
What Bilbo did not take into account as well, was how much his leader, friend and possibly lover, Thorin Oakenshield, and could be so easily driven mad from this one cold stone.
That is why they were at war. Thorin, after nearly 400 years of peace between the races of Men, Elves and Dwarves, were suddenly shattered. From the greed and stubbornness of Thorin's words, Bilbo felt sick that his friend and lover had gone back on his word. His word to help the people of Lake-Town.
Thorin was so driven mad with greed and the curse of Arkenstone, that he almost let Bilbo fall to his death, if it wasn't for Gandalf speaking up that saved his life. The little Hobbit knew that he would have been dead.
When the orc army that was followed by Azog and his son Bolg, that all of the races; men, elves and dwarves, were forgotten their petty differences and joined together.
As of right now, Bilbo was fighting, fighting his way towards Thorin. His love for that stupidly stubborn dwarf clenched his heart as he stabbed an orc in the shoulder area. It dropped like a sack of potatoes as Bilbo ran faster.
"Thorin!" He yelled worriedly.
He could easily see Fili and Kili fighting alongside their uncle on the frozen river.
"Thorin!" Bilbo shouted again as then the ground shook.
Trembling and falling to his knees, he looked behind him and saw the great bear that had chased the company into the house where they met the skin-changer: Beorn. He looked angry, mouth fully on displayed as a loud roar came out of his mouth and throat.
With looking back at Thorin fighting Azog, they both had stopped and looked as to what was coming their way. Thorin knew that Beorn wouldn't hurt him, but as he saw the bear charging straight him, he couldn't help but shift his stance.
In that moment, Bilbo felt he was being picked up in huge large jaws, tossed up like that of a ragdoll, and landed with a thump on Beorn's back.
Gripping the fur and holding on tightly, he saw Azog snarling before swinging down his sword and iron arm down at Fili and Kili.
"No!" Thorin shouted painfully when Fili was struck more badly then his younger brother, his blood was trickling down from his shoulders.
Bilbo felt sick. He knew those boys. They are his boys.
Throughout the whole of the quest, the pair of them would give Bilbo such a hard time because he had never gone so much outside of Hobbiton. Thorin would step in if it got too much but always the boys were just having some fun.
"Fili," He muttered under his breath as he watched the body of Fili fall and then Kili fighting back a lot more because his older brother.
Beorn jumped and landed in the middle of the orcs; smashing, crunching, biting, killing them all. What the skin-changer or the hobbit saw was a woman, wielding a long old sword as her quiver was emptied of arrows and her bow strapped to her back.
She stood over the fallen dwarf prince as Bilbo looked at her in awe. He didn't believe that the stories or tales that his mother had said about the rangers that she saw, with auburn hair and dark earthly brown eyes. But here this ranger from the North was, fighting among the elves, dwarves and men.
Kili put his back against her; he only came up to her shoulders since she was short according to her people. About 5'3 but that was enough for Kili to lean against her back as they continued to kill and defend the fallen prince.
Bilbo suddenly clung harder onto Beorn's back as he saw Bolg with Thorin.
"No, please no," he begged as Beorn heard the plea and galloped over when Bilbo saw the unthinkable happen.
Thorin was cut down, his chest was sliced open as blood came pouring out of it.
"Thorin!" Bilbo yelled fearfully as his heart clenched tightly.
Beorn stood in between the two, snarling, growling and protecting Thorin. With a soft slide, Bilbo hurried over to the body of his lover as he looked him over.
"Thorin, please Thorin. Hang on," he begged the bleeding dwarf to respond.
Thorin had forced his eyes open as he looked up at Bilbo.
"B-Bilbo," he stuttered out coughing a bit, wincing at the pain.
"Hang on Thorin, please just…oh Mahal…" Bilbo begged, getting sick to his stomach that he couldn't help his lover at all.
CRUNCH!
Jumping at the loud sound, Bilbo looked over as he saw Beorn standing over Bolg's dead body. A roar from behind them could then be heard as Bilbo saw the pale orc, Azog rushing straight at them.
Thorin looked up and moved his hands but the wound across his chest was deep and held him to the ground.
Kili with Beorn and the woman Ranger of the North all formed a line in front of Thorin and Fili.
"Beorn, try and get Azog's attention, I will attack at your left. You Miss, will attack on the right," Kili instructed to them.
A growl and nod from Beorn could be heard as he jumped into the air at Azog.
"It's Mileth, young Prince, and I would gladly join you on this last battle of your race," Mileth told Kili as she darted out onto the frozen river.
"Bilbo," Kili turned and looked at his nearly heartbroken "uncle".
"Kili…" Bilbo begged as he looked up at him.
"Stay with Fili and Uncle Bilbo. If you live through this, remember us well," Kili had said, sending shivers down the poor hobbit's back as it reminded him so much of Thorin.
The young prince ran out towards Azog with Beorn and Mileth fighting against him. With a yell when he got closer, Kili sank his sword deep into Azog's thigh as he roared with agony.
Bilbo watched the fight as Azog was slowly taken down to his knees and then Beorn finished it with a nasty smashing sound where the great bear's paw caved in the orc's skull.
The remaining orcs that were there suddenly started running away as Bilbo looked down at Thorin who had lost consciousness as Beorn galloped over to them. Bilbo looked a little frighten as the big brown bear softly scooped Fili up in his great big paws and hobbled in a gallop off of the battlefield.
What the little hobbit saw next made him swallow with utter sickness: Mileth carrying Kili on her shoulders with a sudden rush to the medical tents that were setting up.
Getting up and using most of his weight, Bilbo pulled Thorin's heavy body up and leaned on him. His knees shook but, the determination within his heart wasn't that weak.
His journey from Ravenhill to the tents was long, tiresome but at least he was doing something.
"Hang on Thorin. You will get through this. I know you will, remember our first encounter with Azog? We both were either really brave or stupid to go up against him. Heh, heh, heh. Remember how we threw those pinecones with the help of Gandalf's magic; making them alight with flames and all of us throwing them down onto the wargs? Them yelping and snarling at us because we out thought them? Remember, Thorin?
How you stood up and ran towards Azog with his pale warg. I don't know how my heart wasn't stopped then when I saw him attack you that time. However, when I saw you fall I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just hang on that tree and watch you die before my very eyes.
"It…it was then, Thorin Oakenshield that I fell in love with you. That I saw who you truly were and couldn't give a Mahal's flying beard if you treated me horribly afterwards; which you did but the hug and apology through me off guard. I know you will pull through this, Thorin. That stubbornness and pride that you have within you, is not going to be your downfall," Bilbo spoke aloud to the exile king as it made him feel better.
Bilbo had remembered Gandalf's words from Rivendell, when they were seeking help from Lord Elrond to read the map that somehow Gandalf got from Thorin's father, Thrain.
A thought that he did not want to think of so much trickled into his brain. The thought itself was of his banishment. How Thorin was so highly livid with him that The King under the Mountain wanted him dead.
"If you still wish of me to be banished from your kingdom," he uttered lowly next to Thorin's left ear. "Then I will leave without so much of a fuss. You had every right to be angry with me, when I took the Arkenstone but, I wanted you to stay true to your own words to the people of Lake-Town. In many ways Thorin, I wished that stone wasn't ripped from the heart of the mountain. A soul needs its heart,"
A couple of hours had passed since his journey to get Thorin to the medical tents and so far, he was in the middle of Ravenhill and the tents. His shoulders ached, his knees quivered with every stumbled step he took but he was not giving up hope. He never does.
"I remember, Thorin," Bilbo began again to keep his mind occupied on the task at hand. "When we camped within the eagles homeland. On that rock cliff thing. That night, when you stayed by my side until you fell asleep against the ridges of that rock. You were muttering about something. Something that to this very day, I don't know how you knew my mother. However you came across her, I am thankful that you did for I know she talked and told me stories upon stories of you dwarves,"
"In fact, I still have those wood carving swords that she had from her first adventure. Now, when I was growing up and taking care of her; not that she didn't need it, she told me the truth of her first adventure. How she fell completely in love with a dwarf prince name Vili.
I was a bit stunned when I heard that story because it makes perfect sense as to why she loved my father as a friend, but not truly love him like she did with that of Prince Vili. Bofur, Thorin, also told me from his point of view of what happened when he was growing up and how my mother was one where he wishes to have that in his One or wife.
"Speaking of, I could never get Bofur to tell me more on what he meant by his One. Is it apart of your dwarvish culture that you pair for one person through your entire life? Or is it entirely different?" Bilbo asked Thorin but, knew that the king wouldn't answer back.
Bilbo stumbled so badly that he fell with a shout and the momentum through Thorin a few feet, landing limply.
Heaving himself up, Bilbo ignored the pain of his scrapped knees and walked hurriedly over to his fallen king. His body was aching, his lungs grasping for air as he slowly picked up Thorin's arm.
His eyes saw the badly bled through shirt where the deep slashing cut was.
"Oh no," he said with panic as he then redoubled his efforts and tried to lift Thorin up once again on his shoulders.
This time however, his body crumbled again because it wasn't uses to this much weight. Bilbo wasn't going to give up; his body might but his will to not do so was strong.
"Come on! Get up!" He yelled out in frustration to himself.
A growl caught his ears as he looked and saw Beorn galloping over to him. Swallowing from his first impression of seeing Beorn chasing after him and the company, so many months ago, flashed in front of his eyes as he shrank down further to the ground.
When the great brown bear was upon the king and frightened hobbit, he gently took Thorin into his massive paw and hobbled off towards the tents.
"Bilbo!" the hobbit heard Bofur's voice.
"Bilbo! Where are you lad?" he heard Bomber this time.
"Bomber, did you find him?" Bofur asked his older brother worriedly.
"No, have you?" Bomber replied back, looking at the fallen.
Bifur walked and walked. He remembered the promise that all three of them made for Miss Belladonna Took, all those years ago.
'Where are you, you stubborn little hobbit?' he thought to himself as he wondered if they would ever find their burglar and dear friend.
Bifur stumbled over something and landed on his knees and hands before turning around. Bifur gasped as he had found their hobbit.
Scrambling up to his feet, he scooped the little hobbit up in his arms and pressed his ear to his friend's chest. With a sigh of relief, he was still breathing as Bifur then shouted in Khazdul.
Bofur and Bomber ran over to their oldest brother as he held Bilbo in his arms.
"Right," Bofur said after their brother explained that he just passed out. "Get him to the healing tents,"
And so, the three brothers of Bonder ran to the healing tents as Oin was working on the King of Erebor.