First off, I want o say I am so sorry. I am sorry for taking so long to update this story. These past few months have been hard. A lot of heartache and personal pain. Also, I want to apologize because instead of making the Battle 5 chapters liked I promised. I will only be this one. I poured over this chapter time and time again. Watched the movie (a thousand times) and skimmed the book. Since I only wrote this with Amira's own fighting experience, I didn't ass the fight from anyone else's POV. I am not very good at fighting scenes, so I did my best with this. I regret to say that this will be the last chapter. Well, there will be a small epilogue chapter that I will post later this week. I just want to thank all of you. Or taking this journey with me. You are all so amazing and so supportive. I am sorry I could not fulfill my promise. However, there will be a sequel coming out later. I do plan on Amira taking part of the LOTR adventure. I l already have most of the chapters fleshed out. Just have to get them all together. If anyone has any questions, please drop a comment and ask. I will be more than happy to clarify anything, if it is not already answered.
Thank you again for being so amazing. I look forward to seeing you all in the next adventure.
Amira was in her own personal nightmare. Her eyes scanned the army of dwarves as they marched over the hillside. It shouldn't have surprised her that Thorin called for reinforcements. She never would have thought Dain; Lord of the Iron hills would show up though.
She stayed where she was as Lord Thranduil turned his Elk and rode past her and the others, shouting for his army to turn and face the incoming army of dwarves. Her grip tightened on her bow as fear swelled like an ugly infection inside her core. There was no way this fight could be avoided.
She was torn. If she didn't fight with her kin, she would be deemed a traitor and if she raised her arrow to the dwarves, they would shun her as well. What was she to do? Unconsciously, she raised her left hand and placed it against her chest, over her heart as it clenched inside her chest. Was there no way to avoid this war?
"Ay! Thorin!" Dain called out as he raised his weapon.
"Ironfoot has come!" Cheered the dwarves behind her up on the rampart.
The cheers that rang out from the dwarves above her at Dain's call had her glancing up at them. They were her family up there, and yet, could she really fight against them?
She could hear Bilbo asking Gandalf who that was, and her grandfather's reply had her wanting to crack a smile. Thorin was the more reasonable of the two, that much was for sure. Yet, as the army grew closer and the inevitable was drawn before her, Amira frowned. This was going to end terribly.
"Good morning! How are we all?" Dain called out as he rode up on his battle pig. "I have a wee proposition, if ye wouldn't mind giving me a few moments of yer time." Amira's head tilted as Dain scanned the crowd of elves and men. "Would ye consider… just sodding off!"
The reaction he received was mixed between the elves and men. While the men all stepped back in fear, clutching their weapons as they eyed the army; the elves all pulled their swords and stepped forward, ready to do battle.
"All of you! Right now!" Dain's loud yell made more men back up and Bard looked back at them, calling them to stand fast.
"Amira, what do you want to do?" Elladan whispered next to her. Her eyes cut over to the dark haired ellon, but she couldn't answer him. She honestly, didn't know what to do. Movement caught her eyes and she watched as Gandalf moved through the throng of people and towards the front lines.
"Come now, Lord Dain." The wizard called out as he bowed his head to the dwarf.
"Gandalf the Grey, tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood!" Dain said to Gandalf, making the men shift once more in fear. They should not be here.
"There is no need for war between dwarves, men and elves. A legion of orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down." Gandalf tried to reason. Amira frowned as her eyes unconsciously swept towards the north. If an army of orcs appeared whilst everyone was busy fighting amongst themselves, they would be slaughtered.
"I will not stand down before any elf! Not least this faithless woodland sprite!" Dain yelled as he motioned to Thranduil, who's face contorted into a look of anger, but Amira could see a smirk slipping onto the King's lips. That was an odd combination. "He wished nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin- I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then!"
As Dain turns to rejoin his men, Gandalf tried to call out to him once more, but the dwarf lord was having none of it.
"Let them advance, see how far they get." Thranduil drawled out, only proving to ignite more anger from the dwarves.
"Do you think I give a dead dog for your threats, your pointy-eared princess! Ya hear me lads!? We're on!" He called out to his men, making a few cheers. "Let's give these bastards a god hammering! Send in the goats!"
"Amira!" Elrohir hissed at her. She looked at both brothers and their frowns as they took in her hesitation and fear. "We'll follow you, no matter what."
"Whatever you decide to do." Elladan confirmed as he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Amira gave them a grateful smile and turned as Thranduil moved his army into position, marching towards the dwarves.
"Send in the goats!" At Dain's command the army of dwarves parted, allowing the rams and their riders to come charging forward and down the slope, racing towards the elves.
"Ribog I thangail!"
Her eyes widened at Thranduil's order for the elves to prepare to fire their arrows. Gandalf obviously shared her feelings because he turned to face the elven king.
"Thranduil, this is madness!"
The elven king glanced at him but ignored his words as he ordered his army to fire. Amira watched as the volleys of arrows scored up into the air and sailed towards the dwarves. She gasped when a Dain gave an order to counter and several long spinning javelins sailed over the dwarves, slipping the arrows in the air and crashing into the army of elves.
She took a step forward as they were sent flying from the impact, she could see a few of them were killed from the force the javelins projected as they crashed into them. No! She wanted to scream when Thranduil ordered another volley, only for them to be split as well and more Elves were sent flying as those pierced through them as well.
"No, stop!" She whispered in horror at the onslaught. As the rams grew closer to the elves, the archers moved back behind the shield barriers and they all moved to draw their shields together in a barrier, followed by spears all pointing to the oncoming threat. She wanted to look away as the armies clashed, her hands gripped painfully on her weapons as Dain charged on his pig, his army following him.
As the two fronts met, she found herself taking a few steps forward as Elves were trampled or run through by the Dwarvish blades and axes. Dwarves were shot by elven arrows and crumbled to the rocky terrain. This was wrong! They shouldn't be fighting! A feeling of foreboding slammed into her with enough force to knock the wind out of her as the earth start to shake and rumble once more.
Her head snapped up towards the base of the mountain, the others slowly stopped fighting each other as they sound grew louder and more noticeable. Rocks started to crumble and roll down the mountain side at whatever was about to burst from within.
"No!" Her shocked gasp was drowned out as giant Were-Worms burst from the mountain side. She had never seen on in person and Amira was wishing she wasn't seeing the giant earth eaters now. As the worms slunk back into their holes, a horn was sounded on top of RavenHill. As her gaze snapped up to it, she took note of the wooden contraptions and red cloth, the enemy came prepared! They caught them at the worst possible time and as the horn sounded once more, a swarm of black came barreling out of the newly made holes.
"Orcs!" She shouted out as their legions came pouring from the mountain.
As Dain shouted at his men in Khuzdul, Amira found herself frozen in her spot. There was so many, so many orcs pouring from the mountain. Her gaze snapped to the dwarves as they all ran to meet to legions. She was taking a few steps forwards, walking down the steps when she noticed Thranduil wasn't commanding his army to move.
Was he seriously going to leave the dwarf's alone in this fight?
"The elves? Will they not fight?" Bilbo's question shook her from her daze and she ran forward into the thicket of elves, Elladan and Elrohir running behind her.
"Do something, DO SOMETHING!" She screamed as she came to a stop behind Thranduil, just as the dwarves all fell to their knees, creating a barrier wall with their iron shields. Panic and desperation fueled her as she looked up at the elven King in desperation.
"Amira." Elladan's whisper had her head snapping over to see a fleet of elves running towards the dwarves as they drew their line of shields to an end. A smile split her face as the elves jumped over the dwarves' blockade to attack the orcs head on.
As one, the dwarves broke their iron wall and charged together into the fray. The horn on top of RavenHill sounded once more and she watched as the flags moved to give an order. Azog, the retched orc. She could see him up there, pacing back and forth as he shouted out orders to his own men.
She looked back at her two cousins and they shared matching smiles as they armed their bows with the other elves near them as Thranduil gave them the order to fire. Her arrow sailed through the air with the rest of the volleys, piercing orc and troll alike. She readied another and let it sore once more.
When that blasted horn sounded once more, her attention was drawn to the trolls as they all zeroed in on the dwarves riding around in their goat drawn battle chariots. Amira took off running as they attacked the chariots. She drew an arrow and aligned it with one of the troll's heads, it whistled as it sailed through the air and she had to duck to miss the sword of an orc that had gotten close to her. She heard the troll, that her arrow pierced, fall the ground with a thud as she whipped around and shot another into the orcs throat behind her.
Pulling out two more arrows, she turned and let them lose at the trolls attacking the dwarves that were thrown out of their chariot. Two other arrows sailed next to hers as they pierced the troll's thick hide, dropping a few of them dead.
Amira didn't need to look to know that Elladan and Elrohir were fighting next to her, she could feel them just at her back, and it made her feel relatively safe knowing her back was currently protected. Not wanting to waste her arrows, she placed her bow on her back and drew her twin blades as orcs swarmed her and the twins.
Her blades sliced through the flesh of the orcs in the weak parts of their armor. Black blood flew everywhere, some of it splashing onto her clothes. Whoever said Elves didn't get dirty in battle, was lying through their backsides!
They were everywhere. The more she cut down, the more that appeared. She lost sight of the brothers a few times. The numbers were just too great. Every once in while she would see an elf or dwarf cross her path. Amira ducked the swing of an orc's blade and twisted to plunge her own into its throat.
"AMIRA! They're heading towards Dale!"
Her head snapped to her left, Elladan was pointing to a group of orcs and giant trolls that were racing towards the city. A quick pain in her side had her snapping back into the fight. An arrow imbedded inside the eyes socket of the Orc that had dug its blade into her. The two brothers were right next to her in an instant, a hand pressed into the flowing wound. The Orc blade was able to cut between the thin layer of her upper armor and lower.
"I'm fine. We need to get to the city!" She yelled over the chaos. Securing her bow on her back, she gripped her blades tightly and took off running. They wouldn't make it in time to stop the Orcs, but they could still try and save the people.
"Amira." She looked over her shoulder to see Gandalf and Bilbo following closely behind them. She watched in horror as giant rocks were thrown from catapults off the backs of trolls. They slammed into the city walls, breaking a few parts of it down.
Placing her blades back, she quickly strung her bow and took aim at a troll running towards the wall. Her arrow sang as it sliced through the air and imbedded into the back of the neck of the troll, causing it to fall. It's rock clad head smashed into the brick wall, making a small opening for Orcs to run through.
As Bilbo and Gandalf ran towards the bridge, she raced towards the fallen troll and ran up its body. She kicked off its head and propelled herself over the wall and on the other side. The orcs coming through the walls instantly attacked her. Two small thuds let her know the twins had joined her. Together they fought off the hoards coming through.
"Amira! Save as many as you can. We can handle this!" Elrohir shouted to her as he shot two Orcs with one arrow. She hesitated for a moment before turning and running deeper into the city. She could hear the screams of woman, men and children sounding around her. Some ran past her in a frenzy. Trying to get away from the Orcs that was now overrunning the city.
She jumped onto to some fallen rubble and used it to climb to higher ground. She stopped momentarily on top of a building and looked down at what used to be Market of Dale. Orcs and man clashed. She watched a young boy get impaled and strung an arrow to bring down the Orc. With a shout, she jumped off the building and the into fray.
She glanced up as Bard came into her view, he was guiding his kids away from the fighting and towards safety. Thranduil's elves joined them in the fight and she felt her back hit one of theirs. Her arm wrapped around the elf's upper torso and she bent them both over as the chain end of an iron flail whizzed over their heads. The elf gave her a thankful nod and they both started hacking into the Orcs once more. Steadily, she made her way through the packs.
A large foot connected with her stomach and she was sent hurdling back into the rubble of a collapsed building. The air was knocked out of her lungs and she collapsed on the ground in a heap. As she blinked the blurriness from her eyes, she looked up in time to see an Orc bringing his sword down her. She moved her head a few inches to the right, avoiding the blow. The stinging sensation on her cheek let her know she didn't avoid it completely.
Kicking her leg out, she connected with the Orc's kneecap and smiled at the sickening snap that followed. Thrusting her blade up, she drove it into the Orc's chest as it fell. Amira clambered to her feet and pulled her blade from the dead beast and looked around. A few Orc's noticed her standing there and came running in her direction. She watched as two blades plunged themselves into the pair and blinked when her gaze snapped to Lord Thranduil's behind them. He was in the city as well? He looked spotless of course. No blood on him, except for a couple drops on his face. A testament to his skill in battle.
She plucked an arrow from her quiver and shot an approaching Orc that was targeting the King's back. She gave him one more look before turning and rushing back into the fighting. She kicked an Orc out of her way as she stumbled into another battle raging part of the city. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces. Looking to make sure they were still alive. Relief blossomed in her chest at seeing her grandfather across the way, fighting the Orcs and Goblins around him.
Gandalf cut down the last foe in his sight, before they landed on her. She could see the relief in the older man's eyes at seeing her still alive. She peeked Bilbo behind her grandfather. He had his own blade up and was looking around wildly to see if any other enemies were among them.
"You're bleeding." Amira gave the Hobbit a small smile as her hand rose to touch the cut on her cheek.
"I'll be alright." She told him as Gandalf leaned on his staff for a moment. All the Orcs were currently dead near them. The other men of Dale were walking past them towards the Eastern walls where the Orcs were still pouring in.
Together they turned when the sound of a horn blew throughout the valley.
"Thorin."
Amira walked a few paces and ran out over a bridge and looked out towards the mountain. Her lips curled up into a smile as she watched the barricade of the front gate be broken by a giant bell. Thorin and the other dwarves ran from inside mountain and she could feel her chest warming as they ran through the ranks of dwarves.
Bilbo and Gandalf came out to join her as she watched Thorin lead the dwarves right down the middle of the Orc forces.
"The dwarves, they're rallying." Bilbo marveled in wonder next to her.
"They're rallying to their king." Gandalf wore the same smile she did. It was about time Thorin came to his senses. A sudden sound below had her looking down to see some Orcs coming down below them. Her quiver was half empty, and as she drew her bow to cut down the ones below; Bilbo and Gandalf ran over the rest of the bridge to join the fighting once more. She finished the ones below her before following after them.
"Bilbo duck!"
Amira shouted as she stabbed another Orc. The poor Hobbit was about to be pummeled by a troll. As Bilbo jumped out of the way, Amira raced forward and used the carcass of a dead Orc as leverage to jump up and on-top of the troll's shoulders. She flipped both her blades up and caught them as they came down, plunging them both into the troll's skull. She rolled as it fell and landed on her back next to Bilbo.
"Thank you." She gave Bilbo a small smile and moved to stand up, pulling the Hobbit to his feet.
"Stay close to me." Bilbo nodded as he pulled his sword up in front of him.
"Amira? What is Gandalf doing?" She followed his gaze to see her grandfather taking on another troll by himself. He had his staff out and was shouting in a native tongue. The crystal on his staff sputtered and she took a few steps forward, reaching behind her to grasp at an empty quiver. The troll brought his mace down on Gandalf, only for the older man to side step the hit.
"Gandalf!" She shouted as his staff yet again sputtered. The troll raised his mace to attack but lowered it when something behind Gandalf caught its attention. Amira watched as Alfred was catapulted into the troll's mouth. Killing them both.
She took the momentary absence of enemies to lean against a boulder and placed her hand under her armor. Her side wound was still bleeding, not terribly, but enough to make her head start to get fuzzy.
"Bilbo. I need your help for a moment." The hobbit came over to her and she pulled him into a small alcove hidden from eyes. Gingerly, she pulled her tunic up to show the wound. From the gasp the hobbit gave, it was worse than she thought. She pulled some bandage cloth from inside her armor and handed it to him.
"I need you to bind it. If you don't, I may end up bleeding to death." The hobbit looked up at her with concern and worry before taking the cloth and helped her wrap it around her waist. "Pull it as tight as you can."
"Lady Amira, this wound." Bilbo stopped when he met her eyes. Her wound was bad yes, but it wouldn't keep her from fighting. Once he finished tying the ends together she lowered her tunic and armor and took a moment to take a deep breath. The sounds of battle had started up behind them once more.
"You ready Bilbo?" She asked as she gripped her blades once more. The hobbit swallowed before nodding confidently. She gave him another smile before moving out from behind the alcove and back into the mess of battle.
Amira stuck close to Gandalf and Bilbo, the three of them moved throughout the city as fast as they could. Elladan and Elrohir joined them somewhere in the chaos and Amira felt overjoyed at seeing them both still alive.
Her blades stayed glued to her hands as they five of them cut through an archway. She glanced down to see the men of Dale kill a troll, causing it to fall back down the steps it was trying to climb up.
"We may yet survive this." Gandalf mused more to himself than the others. A group of women rushed by them and Amira watched them wonder off towards the fighting. They were truly brave to be out with the men in battle.
She and the twins were helping the men of Dale when Bilbo shouted for Gandalf. Curious, as to why the hobbit was shouting in the middle of battle. Amira followed after her grandfather. Her keen eyes instantly landed on the goats and their riders racing up the side of the mountain towards Ravenhill. Thorin, Kili, Fili and Dwalin.
"The cut the head off the snake."
They were going after Azog. Her eyes wondered to the top of Ravenhill, at the old lookout tower. A sense of foreboding and fear clawed its way into her stomach and up to her chest. Flashes of her nightmares swept through her mind. Fili being killed by Azog while being dangled over the edge of a ruined building.
"No." She whispered in horror, her eyes widening as she paled. She was aware of the twins looking at her with concern. Her grip tightened on her blades as the turned to tell them she was going after the dwarves.
"Gandalf!"
She jumped at the familiar voice and turned her body in time to see Legolas jump off his horse. Tauriel right behind him. She stayed where she was as Gandalf moved towards the Elven Prince. She made a quick assessment with her eyes, finding him unharmed and intact had other emotions blossoming inside her.
"Is that relief I see in your eyes?" She didn't miss the teasing tone Elladan held. She was going to respond when Legolas's words reached her. A second army? Led by Bolg from Gundabad? That's what she had been feeling. That fell feeling inside her mind.
The north?
"Ravenhill." She breathed out as she looked back towards the tower. "No. No!" A hand grabbed her arm as she turned to rush towards Ravenhill. Wide and panicked filled eyes turned to look up at her older cousin.
"You can't go up there alone." Elrohir spoke sternly, but Amira ignored him and jerked her arm from his grasp.
"My child, Elrohir is right. You mustn't go alone." Gandalf agreed as he turned to look at his granddaughter. Her jaw was clenched, causing the cut on her face to be brought into focus. She was a skilled warrior, but even she could not go and take on an army.
"It's Thorin, and Kili and Fili! They will be slaughtered! I will now allow that to happen, not while I'm still able." She was aware of everyone staring at her. She glanced at Legolas to see him watching her closely. No doubt taking in her battle ridden appearance. As much as she wanted to speak with him, she needed to get to Ravenhill.
"If you'd let me finish, you can't go alone." Elrohir uttered exasperated.
"That's why we will go with you." Elladan finished as he stepped up next to his brother.
Gandalf sighed as Amira's eyes softened at her cousins. Her gaze flickered to Legolas and Tauriel and she gave them a quick smile before she turned and took off running in the direction of Ravenhill. Elladan and Elrohir gave each other a look before following after her. She ignored the Orcs, the men, the elves. She needed to get to Ravenhill. Cutting across the valley took a moment, goblins and trolls were everywhere in this area.
Mercenaries.
The repulsive beings rushed them like rabid animals. She stopped briefly to pick up the quiver full of arrows from a fallen elf. She knew she would need them. Elladan and Elrohir did the same. They would mourn for their fallen kin later.
The three had just started up the steep, icy hillside when she heard the drums starting to beat. Dread filled her as she hopped over the remaining stone and came to a sudden halt. Azog had Fili, on top of the crumbling tower.
"No." As her feet took off under her, she drew an arrow and let it sail. It was too late though. Her arrow impaled itself in Azog's shoulder, the one holding Fili, but his blade had already sliced through Fili's back. "Nooo!" As Azog dropped Fili, she slid across the ground and caught his body before it made impact with the ground.
"No, no." Tears brimmed the rims of her eyes and fell down her pale cheeks as she cradled Fili's body. Her hand shook as she touched his face, he was gone. Lifting her eyes, she looked up at Kili as she stared down at his brother's body in shock.
"Kili, don't!" She tried to yell after him as he took off in a murderous rage.
"I've got him!" Elladan shouted, following after the enraged dwarf.
Amira looked back down at Fili and bent down to place a kiss on his brow. "May you find peace, little brother." She placed his body down and glanced towards Elrohir. "Let us finish this." Her cousin nodded and together they started to make their ways up the stone staircases.
The sudden screeching above her had them looking up to see giant bats flying overhead. They were headed towards the valley. If the Bats of Dol Guldur were here, then that meant Bolg had arrived. Her attention was drawn to the sudden cries coming their way. A horde of Orcs were rushing towards the two. Amira pulled her twin blades out and let out the anger that was bubbling inside her out.
At one point, she and Elladan split ways. It wasn't something that they meant to do. However, the vicious kick to her chest sent her flying off the side of the platform she was standing on. Her body sailed through the air and landed on the frozen lake below. Groaning in pain, she rolled over as she tried to suck air back into her lungs.
Cracking an eye open, they widened at seeing Orcs running towards her from the distance. Clambering to her feet, she quickly starting shooting arrow after arrow at them. She shuffled backwards on the ice as she went.
A sudden noise behind her, had her looking over her shoulder to see Thorin come crashing on the ice with her. Azog was above him, shouting for the Orcs to finish him off. She ducked as she looked back at the orcs coming after herself, barely missing her head being chopped off.
To her left an Orc suddenly went down and she glanced over to see an arrow sticking out of it. Taking the chance, she looked up to see Legolas strange on a higher ledge firing his arrows at the approaching orcs. She dodges the next sword swing but didn't avoid the punch to her side.
She cried out as her previous wound roared back to life in pain. Her back connected with the ice and she went sliding across the icy terrain as she was sent hurtling backwards. An arrow lodge itself in the head of the approaching orc, giving her time to get back to feet.
As she fought, she eventually made her way towards Thorin. The King sent her a grateful look as she cut down an Orc that was coming up behind him. She felt his hand latch onto her wrist and she was jerked to the side as an Orc landed in the spot she just was. One swing of her blade had its head rolling off and away.
The sound of Tauriel shouting Kili's name had her freezing. Her blue eyes connected with Thorin's and he shouted for her to go. Turning, she leapt off the ice and ran up the stone staircase nearby.
Orcs were everywhere. Every direction she turned, they swarmed near her. She shot her last arrow into the eye socket of the last Orc in front of her and took the last turn in front of her. She almost ran smack into Elladan but caught herself at the last minute. Her cousin blinked in the sight of her but raised his sword to behead the approaching Orc behind her.
Weaving around him, she ran towards Tauriel's cry of anguish. Her feet skidded to a stop as she slid into the small clearing in time to see Bolg plunged his mace into Kili's chest.
"No!"
She tackled Bolg off and away from Kili, sending them tumbling over Tauriel and down the side of the mountain. Her body hit the rocks painfully as she landed on a stone piece of slab of stairs. She hurt. The wound on her side had reopened and she could feel the blood running down her side. The world was spinning as her vision blurred and doubled. There was pain in her right arm from landing on it.
She coughed, watching as some blood come out to dot her lips. The sound of heavy boots had her blurry eyes turning to see Bolg coming down the steps towards her. Bracing herself on her right arm, she slowly tried to scoot back and away.
Her gaze was drawn to something across the chasm. The tower Legolas had been perched on, was toppling over.
She jumped when the stone tower crashed down a few feet away from her. She propped her back against mountain side as she watched Legolas cross the make shift bridge. Bolg jumped down to meet him and the two fought each other. A gasp left her when Bolg hit the stone harshly, causing Legolas to fall inside.
Bracing a hand against the mountain she forced herself to stand as an Orc was thrown from up top and onto the crumbling tower. Jerking her head up, her eyes widened at seeing Thorin on the edge of the frozen waterfall with an Orc standing over him.
"Thorin!" Her shout distracted the Orc long enough for Legolas to throw Orcrist and impale the Orc in the chest. "Legolas." She breathed, causing the Elf to turn his eyes to her. Her lips pulled back to give him a smile.
The smile on her face was wiped away as Bolg charged out of the rubble to attack Legolas once more. She took a moment to watch him. The way he dodges attacks and quickly countered with his own. When his blade plunged into Bolg's hand, only for the Orc to turn it against Legolas, making him have to fall backwards into the crumbling tower. Amira stumbled forward, only to fall once more to her knees as her vision cuts out once more.
"Legolas!" She cried as Bolg threw a boulder, causing the tower bottom to collapse. A breath of relief rushed out when he used the crumbling stone to jump back up to the top. As he stabbed at Bolg, the orc blocked the attack between his arm and armor. Amira watched as a sinister smile pulled at Legolas's lips.
With a move that had her own lips curling into a smile, he leapt on top of the Orc's head and plunged his blade through Bolg's skull, killing the orc at last, before jumping off of him. "Show off." She muttered impressed.
She blinked once more before gravity took over and she started to fall forward. Arms wrapped around her shoulders to halt her face hitting the stone and she was maneuvered around until she was leaning against someone's chest.
"Amira. Hold on." Legolas spoke gently as his hands assessed the damage done to her. "You look terrible." She managed a weak laugh, that turned into a grown as his hand pressed into her side. Something cold washed over her face and she opened her eyes to see Legolas using some melted snow to clean the blood off her.
"Eagles."
They turned their heads up to watch was the eagles soared overhead, and more towards the valley. She could make out Radagast riding one and Beorn on another. She moved to stand up and Legolas helped her to her feet. He kept one hand on her lower back to steady her, the other was holding her arm gently.
"Thank you, Legolas." She whispered softly as he moved to look at the wound on her side. His eyes glanced up at her and Amira held his gaze for few seconds before looking away. She winced when he fixed her bandage, then his hands left her body altogether, except for the one on her back.
"You're welcome, Amira. I couldn't let you die, now could I?" Her lips pulled back into a smile at him as she looked up towards the top of Ravenhill once more.
"The sounds of battle have died down." She mused out loud as he assisted her in climbing the stairs. She stopped once they reached the top and let her gaze linger on Tauriel as she cradled Kili's body.
Pulling away from Legolas, she staggered forward until she was kneeling next to Kili. Her hand shook as she reached out to cup his cheek. She had failed him. She had failed both of them. Her lower lip quivered as a few silent tears rolled down her stained cheeks.
"I couldn't save him." Tauriel sobbed as she hugged Kili to herself once more. Amira sat back as Tauriel mourned the one who she had come to love as a brother. She could feel Legolas standing just behind her and as she went to climb t her feet, his hand found her arm to help her once more.
She took in shaky breath and looked in the direction of where she had left Thorin. Silently, she pulled away from Legolas and made her way back towards the frozen waterfall. As she came down the stairs, her gaze came up to see the twins.
They were leaning against the side of some rubble, both of them looked over at her as she moved past them. They both gave her looks of sympathy as the hushed voiced of Bilbo and Thorin could be heard nearby.
Slowly, she moved towards them. She already knew what she was going to see. Thorin was laying against some rocks with Bilbo sitting next to him. The hobbit looked up at her as she came closer and slowly, she lowered herself down next to the fallen King.
"Amira."
She bit her lip as she looked down at Thorin. He was fading, Amira could see it. A tear slid down her cheek as she reached out to grasp his hand with her own. Fili, Kili and Thorin.
"I'm sorry. For everything. For how I treated you, the words I spoke to you. You have been such a gr-" She cut him off by shushing him gently. She shook her head as she lifted her hand to move a strand of hair from his face.
"I forgive you. You have nothing to apologize for, my King." Her voice cracked as Thorin gave her a weak smile and turned to look back at Bilbo.
"Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books, and your armchair." A sob escaped her as she bowed her head, squeezing her eyes closed. The pain was too much. "Plant your trees, watch them grow."
The loss of Fili and Kili was enough to rip her soul apart and now she was losing Thorin as well. She couldn't bear it.
Thorin let out a groan as his breathing picked up some. "If more people, valued home above gold. This world would be a merrier place."
"No. No, no, no, no, no." Bilbo's voice caught in his throat as he moved closer to Thorin. Amira lifted a hand to cover mouth as she watched Thorin take his last breath. Bilbo moved to cradle his head, whispering his name softly. As Bilbo turned away and curled into himself, crying to himself, she took in a deep, calming breath.
She couldn't anymore. Climbing to her feet, she looked over her friend's lifeless body once more before turning away. Her cousins were standing a few feet away. She wiped her eyes and gave them a small smile.
"We are going to go and check on the ones in the city. Will you alright, muinthel?" Elladan asked, to which she nodded too. Elrohir gave her shoulder a squeeze and then they were gone.
She stood there for a moment, looking out over the battle. The fighting had stopped, any remaining Orcs had fled or were fleeing.
As she walked through the tower, she passed Tauriel and Kili once more. She let her know the other dwarfs were coming to take him soon. To bury him. As she made her way back inside, she stopped as Legolas and King Thranduil spoke to each other.
As Legolas passed her, she turned her attention back to the King. She promised him she'd always be there to watch over Legolas.
"My king?"
Thranduil stopped walking away and turned back to her. Amira reached inside her armor and pulled out the Gems of Lasgalen. She watched Thranduil's eyes widen before he reached out to take the gems from her.
"I figured you'd want them back." She couldn't read the look in the King's eyes. Clearing her throat, she placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head in farewell.
"Amira." She didn't turn to look at him. "Don't deny your heart what it wants. It only leads to more pain. You will always be welcomed within my halls." She waited until he was gone before she took off walking once more.
All was quiet. She paused on the edge of the cliffside and looked out over the valley below.
It was over. It was finally over.
Well, that is a wrap. A few small changes to a few events, but nothing significant.
6,489 words. I really hoped I did a decent job. Taking a 2 hour fight scene and cramming it into 6,489 words. Thank you again, for reading this. You've all been so amazing. The epilogue should be up later this week.
However, that is it. That is all there is for Amira's part in this journey. Her story shall continue of course. In the sequel.
Thank you all once more!