Tara and Bofur ran through the town in search of pigs. They found a small patch where a fat pig was grazing on some Kingsfoil. Bofur took a grab for it and they headed back quickly. Out of nowhere, an orc drops onto Bofur and Tara grabbed an ore and whacked the orc off, making it tumble into the water. Another orc appeared, making Tara and Bofur fall backwards and land onto a wooden crate, breaking it in the process. Tara groaned as she sat up, as did Bofur.

More orcs started to come their way and Tara looked at Bofur, "Get this to the dwarves. I'll hold them off."

Bofur, without question nodded and took off running. The few orcs that tried to follow were stopped short by Tara. She made a grab for a dagger that hung on an orcs belt and stabbed its back. She continued fighting before she went flying through the air, hitting her head on a pole. The last thing she saw were the orcs running away with laughter and she fell unconscious.

Faedra started to wash the plant in a pot that Autumn held for her. The three dwarves, and the boy, lifted Kili onto the table as he started moaning with pain.

"Hold him down," Faedra ordered and quickly approached Kili's wounded leg.

She inspected it, seeing how black and festered it was, she picked up the Kingsfoil. She kneaded the Kingsfoil in her hands, chanting in elvish. She pressed the plant against Kili's wound, making him scream in pain. Everyone around her were struggling to hold down a flailing Kili, but Faedra continued on.

"May the blessing that was given to me by my mother be sent from me to him," Faedra chanted,"May he be released from death."

Everyone around watched in awe and wonder as Kili started to calm. He stared at Faedra, as if he was staring at a star. His eyes started to become glassy and his limbs felt weak.

"Hand me some bandages," Faedra ordered.

Autumn handed her a fresh role and she binded Kili's leg.

Kili opened his eyes a little, speaking, "Tara."

"Lie still," Faedra said, kindly.

"You cannot be her," Kili said, "She is far away. Sh-She is far, far away from me, and she walks in starlight in another world. It was just a dream. Do you think I could have loved her in a way she had hoped?"

Faedra leaned in and whispered to Kili, "You can love her in a way that I was unable to do."

Kili smiled and fell asleep.

Amara and Lia ran through the town, hoods over their heads, killing any orc that came into their sights. When they had reached the bridge, she noticed a familiar orc talking with a quite few orcs on wargs.

"Bolg," Amara muttered angrily.

Legolas had told her of the story of his mother, at least all that he was told. She hated that orc more than she thought imaginable. The wargs turned to leave, but Lia and Amara jumped out of their hiding spot, landing in front of them. They came to a skidding stop and they stared at one another.

The orcs laughed and charged at them. They quickly started slashing and stabbing the orcs in a heartbeat. Though one was able to get away, as both Lia and Amara were busy fighting off two or three wargs and orcs at a time. When they had finished, she ran towards the sound of steel meeting steel and found Legolas fighting two orcs. He killed them quickly and picked up Orcrist. He leaned against a pole from pain and pulled his hand up towards his nose where he found blood.

He looked at Amara and she nodded. They both walked away, but not before commanding Lia to take Tauriel and go back to the house. They jumped on a horse together and ran after Bolg who rode a Warg across the bridge. They rode for quite a while before losing Bolg. Amara cursed in elvish and dismounted.

"We were so close," Amara said, irritated.

"Look at me," Legolas said, grabbing her face, "It is fine. We will see him again and when we do we'll kill him in cold blood."

Amara smiled a little and kissed him.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you," she said, her forehead pressed against his.

He smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Had it not been for her elf ears, she would not have heard the screams from far away.
She quickly released and flames from the town were as high as the trees. An enormous figure flew around the small town, casting flames in every direction."

"Laketown," Amara said.

"Smaug," Legolas said after her.

They quickly jumped on the white steed they had 'borrowed' and rode back towards the fiery town. The only thought on their minds were 'are their friends ok?'