I've had several people ask me who is going to die in my story. Well you are about to find out.

Chapter 11 The Durin Bloodline

As the goblins crested over the last of the ruins towards them and Helena struggled to swallow the bile that was threatening to come up. With her bow over her back and gripping her two swords, she attacked as the goblins ran straight at them. Between Dwalin, Thorin and herself, the goblins were taken care of in a matter of minutes and they were back at the edge overlooking the river. Helena stayed in one spot looking at the ruins while Thorin paced around the rubble.

Dwalin was on her other side looking out over the frozen river just as anxiously. "Where is that orc filth?"

Helena felt a shiver go down her spine and she turned in time to see the air ripple and Bilbo appear out of thin air behind them, panting.

"Thorin…"

Thorin whipped around and a look of relief washed over him. "Bilbo!"

The hobbit continued forward, Helena and Dwalin meeting him as he passed Thorin. "You have to leave here! Now! Azog has another army attacking from the north. This watchtower will be completely surrounded. There'll be no way out."

Dwalin walked around Bilbo to Thorin, "We are so close! That orc scum is in there. I say we push on."

"No! That's what he wants. He wants to draw us in." Thorin looked past Dwalin, his eyes settling on the ruins he sent his nephews to and came to the same alarmed understanding that Helena did. "This is a trap."

His words came out in a strangled whisper and the rest of the group look towards where Fili and Kili had gone. Helena couldn't move or think, just stared into the distance as coldness gripped her at Thorin's words. She only was able to move when she heard Thorin instruct Dwalin to leave and find the brothers. "Let me go."

"No! No. Fili would never forgive me if something happened to you. Dwalin is more than capable to call them back."

Dwalin leaned in to Thorin, "Are you sure about this?"

"Do it. We live to fight another day."

Bilbo could do or say nothing as he watched the exchange. He had been able to warn them about the impending army but was too late to stop a terrible mistake from happening. At his side, Helena let out a small cry of pain and stumbled forward. Thorin caught her and they watched as her hands went to the back of her head.

"Fili."

The whisper name struck the other three and Thorin nodded at Dwalin. After steadying Helena on her feet, they all turned to leave. After the third step, they heard a drum sound from Ravenhill. Their blood ran cold as the three males looked back at the tower and saw a light appear. Helena turned around last just as Azog appeared, dragging a bloodied Fili behind him.

"No." The word fell from her lips at the sight of her One being dangled like a doll over the edge of a wall as Azog spoke in black speak what his plan was for the line of Durin.

"This one dies first. Then the brother. Then you, Oakenshield, you will die last."

They were all standing at the edge of the rocks watching in dread as the white Orc spoke. He lifted Fili higher and drew back his bladed arm. None of them could move and Thorin looked almost resigned to his nephew's fate as he screamed for them to run. A black arrow entered their vision speeding towards Azog and Bilbo was the only one to look at Helena who was lowering her bow with fire in her eyes. His eyes whipped back to the Orc leader and saw the arrow sticking out of its arm. Azog threw Fili to the ground next to him and ripped out the shaft with his teeth. While they couldn't make out his eyes, the four knew he was burning a hole into Helena while speaking to Thorin.

"Here ends your filthy bloodline!"

Azog turned and rammed his blade into Fili's stomach, tearing a scream from Helena as she took off down the rocks to the frozen river. The others watched as Azog kicked Fili from the tower and his body fall to the snow cover ruins below. Helena was halfway across the river as Fili neared the bottom and Kili stepped out to catch his brother. He was only able to pull Fili enough to guard his head and dragged him into the doorway from where he was listening to everything before. Kili looked at blood pouring from the wound and was garnering no response from his brother in his attempts to rouse him as he half laid on Kili's lap. Rage flooded his sense and he didn't see Helena run up to them as he set Fili on the snow and stood. Breathing harshly, Kili took off and furiously rushes up the tower steps towards where he thought Azog to be still.

Helena crashed to her knees beside Fili, her hands fluttering over his stab wound. "No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no…" The word repeated itself from her mouth as she looked him over as his eyes were closed and wasn't moving at all. A scream ripped itself from Helena as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "YOU PROMISED ME!" Tears fell from her cheeks where they had rolled down from her eyes. "Why?" The word was barely audible as Helena could feel her heart breaking as she looked down at Fili. Her hands were still over his wound as she cried over him, unheeding of the battle around her.

It went unnoticed by her for a few minutes that the atmosphere around her was warming up and it wasn't until Helena felt like she was being given a hug did she open her eyes. There was no one there but she could no longer see her breathe and her fingers were warming up. The warmth of the pseudo-hug being given shrunk and centered itself to her hands, heart, and head. The next thing she heard was a voice she had never heard, it was nothing like the other Valar that she had spoken with before.

"I will give you what you need in order to restore the life of your One that was pledged to you as part of your agreement to come to Middle Earth."

"Who are you?"

"I am Ilúvatar or Eru, as some call me. Your One was injured where is flower was kept, it is buried in his wound. Press your hands over the opening and repeat what I tell you. Believe in yourself child, and the powers that have always lain within you."

Helena wiped her tears away and did as instructed. She took a deep breath, focusing on Fili and everything he meant to her. She wouldn't let him die if she could in any way stop it and keep him with her. Concentrating on her breathing, Helena's eyes closed once again as Sindarin washed over her mind and spoke in a voice that wasn't entirely hers.

"Im can am galad nestad sen dúath gotegi anager ti bellas adertha a cîl cuil. Nai i balan i elenath or a diamar losto beth nin. Tolo dan nan i galad. Menno o nin nati i eliad annen annin leitho o ngurth."

These words she repeated over and over again, feeling as though she wasn't in control of herself the entire time. As though another being was her body instead as the Elvish healing chant continued uninterrupted. A golden glow surrounded her hands and the wound on Fili's stomach, though she couldn't see it properly since her view was hindered by his clothing. Time passed by with her heeding it or the war going on around her. It was a moment that was something out of movies from her world. Fili sat almost straight up with a loud gasp as his eyes searched the area around him. his hand was seeking his sword immediately and stopped almost as quickly when his eyes found Helena and his mind recognized her presence.

Helena's eyes had taken on a glow that was the same color as the flowers she had given to those she cared about. It gave her an ethereal look along with the presence surrounding her that was now dimming. He looked down to where her hands were and saw the same golden glow fading away. Her hands retreated and his own pressed down to where he remembered the Orc's bladed arm drive itself into his body. Nothing hurt, not even a sting. If he weren't wearing the amount of clothes and mail at that moment, Fili would've tore off his top to look at his torso. Instead, he settled on grabbing Helena's hands that were stained with his blood.

"Thank you."

The glow diminished in her eyes while he had been inspecting himself and Eru presence left her, making the bitter cold of the snow seep back into her body. Once again she heard the sounds of the battle going on around her and looked around them. Her breathing shudder as she looked back to him and threw herself at Fili, her arms around his neck. "You were gone. You left me."

"I would never do so intentionally, you know that."

In the air, both of their ears caught the sounds of two names being called to each other.

"KILI!"

"TAURIEL!"

The moment broken, Helena jumped to her feet and Fili slowly to his to make sure his legs were steady. Together, they run up the same path Kili had taken previously and passed the Orcs he had slain along the way. After climbing some distance, the two stopped to listen again to the sounds around them to find their brother and the She-Elf. Helena's head whipped up and to the right when small feminine cries found her ears. That and paired with the sounds of an isolated fight had her running up the broken stairs with Fili behind her as she tried to follow the sounds. They rounded a corner and skidded to a stop as they saw a large Orc drop Kili to the ground dead as Tauriel watched from where she had been thrown against a wall. Tears filled both Helena and Tauriel's eyes at the sight of Kili lying motionless on the ground. The grief that covered Tauriel's face quickly turned to anger and she leapt onto the Orc as he approached her. Helena ran to Kili's side as Fili watched the Elf swung herself around the Orc and pushed them off the edge of the precipice.

Fili turned back to his brother and Helena who was in a similar position with Kili as she had been with him. Her hands were scrambling through his shirts and coat frantically before her fingers met with the soft petals of the flower he had hidden. He almost winced in sympathy as Helena pushed the flower into Kili's wound and placed her hands over it, chanting in what Fili believed to be Sindarin. The same glow surrounded her and into Kili as she repeated herself over and over until Kili took a shuddering gasp, coughing up blood.

"Why didn't he heal like I did?" His answer had to wait for Helena to come back to reality once more.

"Because his flower from the Valar wasn't captured in the strike and didn't offer the same healing powers as you." She brushed his dark hair from his eyes. "We need to get him down the mountain to where he can be given proper medical attention. As well as have you looked over."

Kili was barely coherent and was muttering Tauriel's name over and over again. Fili heard and then felt something crashing from somewhere in Ravenhill and went to the edge to look down. All he could make out was clouds of white powder from hundreds of feet below them. A noise sounded to his right and immediately his sword was up and pointed at the perceived enemy. Who turned out to be the same Elf Kili was muttering for. She was limping and holding one of her arms gingerly with her brilliant red hair all mused. He lowered his sword and turned to where the other two were, Helena sitting Kili up against a stone wall.

"Kili."

His name was whispered and the She-Elf rushed to the dwarf's side and fell to her knees. Acting completely out of character from Fili's knowledge of elves. Helena's hand rested on Tauriel's forearm to get her attention.

"He needs medical help but neither of us can carry him. Will you help up?"

Tauriel in no way needed to be asked twice and together they bound his chest the best they could and the two watched as the Elf picked Kili up and quickly made her way down the wreckage that used to be stairs. They stood there for a moment longer before both of them realized something. Thorin. He was battling Azog as the Orc though he was about to kill off the last of the Durin line. A meeting of their eyes communicated everything they would've needed to say and the two ran down the ruined city in a different direction than Tauriel took. Fili had no idea where his Uncle could be but Helena was right in front of him making all the twists and turn, seemingly knowing exactly where she was headed.

They reached the bottom and saw Thorin standing alone on the broken river looking down with the Orcrist in his hand. As he began to slowly walk forward as though he was following something, the two went to step out onto the river when the ice burst into the air and Azog leapt from the water, pinning Thorin down after stabbing him in the foot. Azog stabbed his bladed arm at Thorin who managed to stop it from piercing his chest by sliding Orcrist in one of the forks of the blade. Azog, using gravity and his superior weight and position, slowly pushes his blade further and further, and Thorin struggled to keep it away. Helena and Fili watched helplessly at the shore of the river and saw Thorin look in their direction, his eyes taking in his nephew that was very much alive. Thorin came to a grim realization as he returned his focus to the large Orc that was pressing down on him. Suddenly, Thorin slid his sword out of the fork, allowing Azog's blade to stab him through the chest. Azog smiled and Thorin raised his own sword and stabbed Azog through the heart. From their close quarters, Azog cannot avoid it and Thorin flipped Azog over onto his back on the ice and forced Orcrist all the way through Azog and the ice below. Azog dies, with Thorin kneeling on top of him mortally wounded and struggling to get up.

He staggered on his feet and towards the edge of the waterfall overlooking the battlefield below. Behind him he heard feet scrambling across the ice and saw Helena and Fili coming towards him. Thorin, who was laying against some rocks, held out his had to Fili as they arrived at his side. "My sister's son. You are alive."

"In no small part thanks to my beautiful One. She will fix you up Uncle, have no worries."

Helena was once again searching for the gold flower Thorin always wore. "Where is it?!" her hands were grabbed by Thorin's and squeezed gently. Her eyes rose to his and were blinking back tears.

"It is gone. I haven't seen it since the madness that overtook me."

Her hands fell limp before rushing to put pressure on the large hole in his chest. "You will live, you hear me. I wont allow you to die." With those words she began to sing the same chanting song she had used on the brothers with no prevail. No more glowing presence or healing took place. It was then she realized that the flowers only had one purpose and one use. Tears began to fall steadily from her eyes.

Thorin reached up and roughly brushed them away as they fell. "You are more than I could have ever hoped for in this life for my family, for Fili. I hope that you two will live a long and prosperous life together." He looked to his nephew. "You have never disappointed me and… I-I have no doubt that you will in the future."

Fili went to his knees beside his Uncle. "You are the best father we could've ever asked for, Thorin. Gaubdûkhimâ gag in yâkùlib."

"Aulë is ready to welcome you to his halls Thorin. Your forefathers are waiting for you." Helena gave him a watery smile.

Behind them, Bilbo came running up to them.

"Bilbo…"

Bilbo landed between Helena and Fili at Thorin's side. "Don't move! Don't move! Lie still!" He examined Thorin's wound and recoiled slightly in shock.

Thorin grabbed Bilbo's hand, "I'm glad you're here…I wish to part from you in friendship."

"No. You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live." Bilbo was shaking his head furiously.

"I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me...I was too blind to see. I'm so sorry that I have led you into such peril." Thorin began choking up blood.

"No, no, I'm glad to have shared in all your perils, Thorin - each and every one of them. And it's far more than any Baggins deserve."

They smiled at each other while Helena and Fili had stepped away from them to allow a private moment between friends.

"Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books and your armchair. Plant your trees - watch them grow." Thorin struggled to finish what he wanted to say though choking on his blood. "If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place." Thorin gasped deeply and they could see the light slowly leaving his eyes.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! Thorin! Oh don't you dare!" Bilbo became more distraught as Thorin breathed out his last and dies. "Thorin, Thorin, wake up. The eagles...the eagles...the eagles are here. Thorin...the eag…" He was unable to finish words or sentences as the hobbit cried in sorrow with Helena and Fili behind him, tears streaming down their own cheeks.


okay so the chant is translated to this:

I call forth light to heal this darkness. Bound together by blood. Their strength restored and life renewed. May the power of the stars above and earth below hear my voice. Come back to the light. May the blessing that was given to me pass to them, let them be spared.

Much appreciation to my girl for translating for me. Had to switch some words around because they aren't all in the Sindarin language, but the point is still there.

Hiding behind the proverbial chair over here just in case you people get mad at me for killing Thorin. Someone had to die and it wasn't going to be the brothers.