Chapter 10 – War of the ring - part 2

Author note:
Sorry for the late update. Wanted to post this chapter before my busy scheduled weekend, but didn't got it finished on time.

In this chapter we will deal with - The Battle of Mirkwood or more commonly known as Battle under the trees. I do not know a lot about it. Because my copy of the Lord of the Rings misses the Appendix B. I did it read it one time in a liberal book but that was 10 or so years ago. So I used Tolkien gateway for this.

Also almost forgot Dis!
Dis has to be around 258/259 years when the war of the rings starts, knowing that Dwarves have a lifespan of 250 well she could not take the part in this story which I had planned for her.. ehh did a error there didn't I?

3019TA

Kili was requested to go to Erebor by his grandmother, not for an friendly visit but to say goodbye.
Dis had walked middle-earth for 258 years and she became one of the oldest dwarves of her time. But her body became old and thin. She did not have the strength anymore to fight for her life when illness came upon her.

"Kili" the elderly women said with a weak smile when she saw Kili coming into the room "You made it" .
"Grandmother" Kili said softly and knelt at the deathbed of his beloved grandmother.
"Where is your mother?" she asked.

"She has been send to Rivendel for an important matter" Kili answered. "I am sorry, but she is not aware yet of your illness"
"Pity" Dis said "She is my kin, she belonged here. But I understand, your mother is an important member of The Greenwood Realm, I just had wished to see her once more before I get reunited with my sons."
"Do not say such things" Kili whispered "You will be alright, like always".

Dis smiled "Not this time my dear boy, I am old, so old and tired. I do not have the strength anymore. It's alright I want to go"
Kili nodded in silence. He understood it but he was not ready to say goodbye to his only Dwarven kin.
He did not only loved her as his grandmother but she was also the only one who understood his dwarven side.
"Please give her this" Dis said and handed him a small black rune stone and Kili looked puzzled at it.
"It is the stone that I gave to your father when he, his brother and uncle left to reclaim Erebor" Dis explained "It embodied a promise between your reckless father and me"
"What promise?" Kili asked.

"That he will come back to me" Dis whispered "One day, your mother came to return the stone with you as a tiny little wee-lad, She did what your father could not. She returned a part of him to me and to this day I am grateful for this. She could just return home after his dead, got you in the save borders of her home but no she came all the way to the blue mountains for me. I will now be reunited with my sons and I hope that this stone will give her comfort for the long years she will walk on Arda. Maybe it will return her to your father when it is time for her to go."
There was a moment of silence until Dis placed a weak hand on the cheek of her grandson.

"My dear Kili" she spoke "I am so grateful for you and for your mother. I lost my sons and brother that awful day but I did not loose everything. I got you as an unexpected gift and the knowledge that my youngest son had loved a wonderful women. Can you promise me that you will find a nice girl?"
Kili smiled at that "A dwarf or elf? He asked.
"Oh Kili" Dis smiled "With your great looks, you can choose every girl you want"
"Every girl? Ask Kili with a smirk "Well then I promise" Kili spoke, knowing that he could not promise such a thing. But by lying about it he please a dying women and that was all what mattered.
"Kili" she said again "You where and always will be my kin, I do not care what you had to do all those years ago. That was just politics nothing more."
Kili smiled at that- she was right ofcourse, maybe he was cut, or actually never really added on the family tree but his blood will always say that he was of Durin-folk. Son of Kili, son of Dis.
"As you are my beloved grandmother" Kili said softly.
"I am so proud of you and please be careful, dark times are to come" Dis said and then closed her eyes.
"I will" whispered Kili and a tear dropped of his cheek.

Kili stood before the thomb of his grandmother who was lay to rest next to her sons, brothers, father and the rest of her kin.
He heard someone approaching and before he could look who its was he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I am sorry" the familiar voice of his mother filled the cold and dark room.
Kili nodded and a tear fell on the ground.
"She was old, mother " he said "I knew that I would loose her soon, but it always seems to soon"
"I know" Tauriel whispered "Elves are cursed as it comes to this point. We will remain when others perish. We must not think about lose but be grateful for the time we could spent with our loved ones"
"I know" Kili said.
"Take the reassurance that your grandmother is united with her sons and brother"
Kili nodded "Where do I go when its my time to leave this world?"
"That is a choice you have yet to make" Tauriel answered "Like the half-elven ,Valahiru will let you choose between belonging between the Elves, and granted eternal life in the Undying Lands; or to be counted among dwarves and accept that you will go to the halls of Mandos and be reunited with your dwarven kin. This is what the dwarves believe, Elves believe that a dwarf who died will turn into rock. I am not sure what the truth is.".
Kili nodded and played with a little black stone in his hand.
"Grandmother wanted you to have this" Kili said and handed the stone over to his mother "She said that she hoped that it will comfort you and hoped that the stone will return you to father when it is time for you to leave Middle-Earth."
Tauriel nodded and looked at the stone in her hands in silence.
"She also wanted you to know on how grateful she was for all what you had done for her and that she felt for you as her own kin"
Tauriel smiled at that "I felt for her the same way" she spoke softly.

It was march in the year 3019TA and every Elf in Mirkwood knew what was coming.
The forces of Sauron where strong and the free folks of Middle-Earth where in severe danger.
Word came of Rohan being under attack by Saruman but be victorious with the help of the Elves of Lothlórien.
But the biggest attacks of Mordor where still to come .

The Elves of Mirkwood were bleak as they prepare for their fight, knowing that many will soon die and will never return to Middle-Earth, knowing if they will fail that Middle-Earth will fall under the reign of Sauron.

"They will soon be here captain" Thranduil spoke when Tauriel entered his throne hall as requested "Are our forces ready?".
"Yes my lord" answered Tauriel with a slight bow "We will be ready to fight this evil from Dol-Guldur".
"Good" Thranduil said "Any word of Legolas?".
"No my lord, not after the battle of Helms Deep" Tauriel answered.
Thranduil noted "Before battle comes upon us" he began "I want to know that I am proud of you Tauriel"
Tauriel looked upon her king with a surprise all written on her face.
"Do not give me that look" Thranduil said "Why do you think that you are captain on this age? Not because you are dreadful in what you do. Well not anymore. Before you get your son well..."
"Thank you my lord" Tauriel spoke with a slightly broken voice "This means a lot to me"
A small smile appeared on the face of Thranduil while he looked at the younger Elf in front of him who he had taken under his wing all those years ago, and with that they heard the horns of the Woodland Realm. The enemy was here.
Tauriel and thranduil rushed outside and saw the army from Rhovanion.
He drew his sword and looked at his captain "Shall we?" he said and Tauriel nodded and together they joined the army of the Woodland realm.

Author note:
No this is not the end. Again the chapter became to long so I have a part 3 ready to be published later this day.