Thorin and his dwarven company rush out and through her and Dain's ranks.

Beside Danwën the lord of the Iron Hills cries with joy. Her heart lifting and eyes burning Danwën sprints after them.

"TO THE KING! TO THE KING!"

She shouts her own cry of happiness.

She races forward and attacks any orc that got in her way to the nephews of Thorin. They smash their way through the orcs, all releasing their own pent up anger and hatred.

"Dain!" Danwën looks up to see Thorin killing orcs and making way to his cousin. "Hey cousin what took ya so long?" The two hug and step back.

"There's too many of these buggars, Thorin. I hope you've got a plan."

Danwën slides to them.

Flinging her blades around and slicing through another orc.

"Aye..We're going to take out their leader!"

Eyes widening Danwën halts in front of the King under the Mountain.

Dipping her head she introduced herself quickly.

"I know you..you threatened me from before..what is it that you want, she-elf?" His face was emotionless. The anger he held earlier was gone and in its place was determination.

"Gandalf gave me a task, King Thorin."

She leaps back and stabs a nearby orc before continuing.

"He tasked me with protecting your nephews, I have come to fulfill that oath." Her voice is tired and worn from yelling.

Thorin raises a brow.

Curious as to why Gandalf had requested she protect his nephews, but he accepts to keep his promise to his sister, Lady Dis.

"Fili! Kili! Come" he waves the blonde and brown dwarves forwards. "Stick with the she-elf."

The two nephews of Thorin made complaints until Thorin explained that he would not let his promise be broken to his sister.

"We're taking Ravenhill." Thorin glances around him, leveling his dark eyes on Dain, Danwën, Filli, Dwalin, Balin, and Kili. "I'm going to kill that piece of filth!"

This makes the dwarves cheer.

Danwën steels her nerves and trails after the dwarves and Fili and Kili as they climb on nearby goats. Danwën pauses when she spots a horse a few steps behind her. Racing at the horse she mounts the unknown steed and gallops after the dwarves. Danwën keeps pace with them easily on her steed.

Letting go of the reins she kills the orcs that jump and run after her.

Danwën begins whispering in elvish for the horse to stay close to the dwarves.

Hazel eyes misting from the stench of dead bodies around her.

As they enter the ruins on Ravenhill she dismounts and walks silently to the gathering group, consisting of Thorin, Dwalin, Fili, and Kili.

The silence stretches as they see a frozen lake laid between them and where Azog was.

"Where is he?" Thorin growled and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the mist.

Danwën circles around and tightens the hold on her blades, not liking the silence.

"Looks empty, I think Azog has fled!"

Kili sounded hopeful.

Danwën shook her head. "He still lingers in the mist, Prince Kili. I see their shadows hovering within that shroud..cowards" she hisses this and spits on th ground.

Her anger is stalled when sounds of running foot falls reaches her ears.

"She-elf! You go with Fili and his brother. Scout the towers. Keep low and out of sight." He glowers. "If you see something, report back to me..do not engage. Do you understand."

She knows this is directed to the princes and some of her.

Dipping her head she accepts the command.

She and the brothers run towards the towers.

Leaving the King under the Mountain and Dwalin to face the newcomers.

Danwën sneeks into the ruined tower of Azogs signalling station quietly with Fili and Kili beside her.

All were quiet as they glided along the shadows and peering around corners.

She stiffens when a loud creak fills the air.

Looking over her shoulder she shushed the two princes.

Fili waved her shushing away.

"You both stay here. Search the lower levels..I've got this" his jaw is taunt.

Eyes hardened as if he knows nothing good will come of this. Kili shakes head at this notion, Danwën taps his shoulder and shook her own head.

The not so bearded dwarf glowers darkly.

Turning he walked away briskly.

Fili thanks her with a smile and he then walks further down the pathway.

Danwën decides to secretly follow the older nephew of Thorin Oakenshield. Something in her gut demanding that she do so, fearful of something unknown.

Clinging onto the walls in tne dark she thanked her half elven side for the light footsteps. The air was dense with darkness and evil as she crept further and further after Fili.

Digging her teeth on her tongue she froze when her sharp hearing caught the sound of approaching orcs.

In front of Fili the same sound filled her ears.

Sweeping her eyes over the tower she see's a small window just a few feet from her.

The window was big enough for her and the dwarf to fit through.

Grimacing she saw torches down both pathways. The orcs knew they were here in Azogs tower.

Fear made her blood freeze.

Without further thinking she leapt across the walkway and behind Fili.

"Fili!" She hisses his name frantically.

Making sure she was a good distance away from being sliced open, she taps his arm.

The blonde dwarf swivels around with his sword raised to protect himself.

"Its Danwën, Prince Fili. It's the half she-elf." She leans forward and shows him her face.

"What are you bloody thinking!" Fili brings his sword down and hisses at her. "You are mad!"

The whispers are sharp.

Danwën huffs loudy and points to the torches on both sides of them. "We are being followed. Its a trap."

She drags him to the window and shrugs his coat off. "Up. Go through the window first.. I shall be behind you."

The dwarf groans and hops onto her out stretched hands and pushes himself up and through the window.

He dropped onto the jagged rocks and stepped back as Danwën slipped out of the window after him.

Both grabbing their weapons and sprinting across the frozen river to the shadows of Thorin andDwalin.

She saw that Bilbo Baggins stood next to Thorin. "Stay down!"

She pulls the running blonde dwarf to his knees.

Sticking her finger on her lips to quiet him. Both she and Fili clung onto a large rock away from the tower.

They were silent when a loud drum sounds from Ravenhill.

Danwën clenches her jaw shut and narrows her eyes when Azog apears ontop of the tower with something, covered with blood in his hand.

He glares down at the King under the mountain with pure hatred. Lifting the object up Danwën and Fili grow confused when they see Fili's coat in the pale Orc's grasp.

The one handed orc spits something at Thorin, Bilbo, and Dwalin, in black speech.

A sneer replaces the angered face as Thorin gasps out loud.

Fili grips her arm tightly. "We must let my Uncle know I'm alive..He'll do something foolish if he thinks I have been killed" his face is pale.

Eyes burning with concern and anger.

"We shall Prince Fili.." Danwën stiffened when a small shadow caught her attention beneath Azog.

Kili glared hatefully at the pale Orc, thinking that his older brother had been killed.

"No! Kili don't!"

She stands and pushes Fili back to the astounded Thorin and springs forth and towards the angry dwarf.

Bringing one sword up she slashed a leaping Orcs head off in the middle of her desperate run. Hands snagging on the back of his coat Danwën lurches backwards and pulls the dark haired dwarf with her.

Stopping his trail to Azog. "Fili still lives! Look!"

She pushes him behind her and kills two Orcs that stomped to her. With her right hand still holding her elvish blade Danwën uses her left to keep Kili close to her.

Stabbing any orcs that darted at them from over and around the tower.

Kili looks over to where his Uncle Thorin, Bilbo, and Dwalin are and see's his older brother Fili nodding to confirm Danwën's statement.

Heart pounding in her ears Danwën stumbles back on the stairs when a group of Orcs pounce at her. "By the Vala's!" She ducks and cuts a orcs chest.

Kicking him back to his foul comrades.

Kili swings around her and stabs a screeching orcs throat when Danwën misses him. "Thanks!" She throws it over her shoulder to Kili. "Welcome Lady Beríadanwën." He grants her a smile.

Letting go of the doubt and unkindness he had held for her before.

"Danwën!"

He gives her a confused look. "You may call me Danwën, Prince Kili!" She sweeps an orcs feet from under him and slams her twin blades deep into its head.

"Danwën! You may call me Kili..now that we're acquainted!"

She chuckles and follows him up the stairs. Both step aside when Thorin rushes pass them and to Azog.

"Kili! Lady Beríadanwën!" Fili stops by their side.

His breathing heavy.

"Tis good to see you brother!" The two dwarves hug tightly as Danwën shields them from any intruder. "Lets not go our separate ways any more!"

Danwën grins and shakes her head.

A sudden cry of her name makes Danwën look up to the sky.

"Beríadanwën!" She gapes at the sight of the ElvenKing's son, Prince Legolas Greenleaf. His long blonde hair flies in the wind as he hangs upside down in a were-bats claws. Sharp blue orbs landing on the Peredhil's tall form in the middle of Ravenhils ruins. "Prince Legolas! What in Lord Manwé's winds are you doing!?" Her shriek makes the dwarves falter in their reunion.

"A second legion of Orcs from Gundabad are traveling to Ravenhill!" His voice deep and smooth.

This causes Danwën to curse.

Shouting out her thanks she looks to Fili and Kili. "Another legion is heading this way." Her words are fast and harsh. "We have to leave now!"

She can see Bilbo throwing rocks at the nearing orcs. "Master Baggins! Behind you!" Her words are to late when another orc, the son of Azog, cracks the handle of his mace ontop of the hobbits head and officially knocking him out.

"Curse that filth!"