hello there… after all this time I realized something really important...it is going to blow your minds…(you probably knew this already) THAT I HAVE SPELLED THORIN'S NAME WRONG FOR THE ENTIRE STORY SO FAR!

Not in POV:

The town by the mountain was in a bustling hurry the next morning. People were hurriedly getting supplies and closing the doors of their current homes. The familiar scent of battle was in the air. The elven warriors donned their golden armor and began marching in the streets. Thranduil was in his tent with the generals and captains of each flight, conversing on the orders of the day. They would all march together as one unit, but split into individual flights. Of course, they would begin with their arrows and then shift to using their swords if the dwarves ever appeared. Bard have purposely busied himself with the task of making sure that all the families were secure in the main hall, where they would stay until the battle is over. Bilbo rested politely and willingly in his spot near Gandalf's and Thranduil's tents. He was meditating on the day and the actions of the Elven King. What would become of Thorin?, he wondered. As for Sephiroth, he was no where to be seen, but standing on a cliff overlooking the valley. His eyes wandered in predatory manner as he looked at the forming Elven soldiers and the castle in the mountain. The walls of rubble that Thorin and his company had built still stood in a rude manner (for the door of the castle had been destroyed with the dragon's rage). Thorin had forgotten all his promises, or just denied the fact that he made them.

The old Wizard had told Sephiroth that Thorin had most likely come down with Dragon Sickness. It was a form of obsession and greed over a large amount of treasure (mostly a Dragon's hoard). It can drive someone mad and to the point of neglecting all help and starving to death.

"See anything?" a voice asked. Sephiroth turned slightly to behold Bard in all his majesty. Wearing his ratty worn clothes that stunk of dirty water and old sweat. His hair, not well washed in over two weeks clung tightly to his neck with a mixture of sweat and grease. He carried with him the aura of a man who was in desperate need of a good bath and some of ShinRa's hair shampoo. (if you haven't laughed yet, you have no heart for humor!).

"I see a few dwarves, looking at the Elven army from atop the stone walls of the castle." Sephiroth replied calmly.

"Any sign of Thorin?" Bard said as he climbed up to Sephiroth's side.

"From your descriptions of him, no, he is not there."

"I see." Bard murmured thoughtfully. "Are you going to fight alongside the Elves?" he asked.

"I don't see the reason to do so. It is a petty fight over gold and precious gems that will gradually lose value. I only fight for the thrill of it, and a fight with over a thousand soldiers versus thirteen or so dwarves has no challenge and will be too short. Add some more Dwarves and some Orcs. Then, I might think of joining your battle." Sephiroth replied. His eyes were still gazing at the Lonely Mountain, but then they flickered to a nearby hillside. His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed for a split second before he turned and walked away.

At noon, the entire Elven army had assembled at the base of the Lonely Mountain. The air was thick with tension, but silent as though it was night. Patiently, they stood and waited for what the Dwarves would do. No birds sang and no creatures stirred...not even a mouse. But, the majestic Elk that King Thranduil was seated upon stomped impatiently at the ground. (for the king had cut his late breakfast, of oats, short and he was hungry).

There was a slight sound of excitement from the Elves, as Dwarves could be spotted from the top of the stone wall. The Dwarves looked distressed and impatiently to the east, as if they were expecting something. They conversed with each-other until they disappeared behind the tall stone wall again. The Elves sighed impatiently and still awaiting their King's orders. He was about to speak when a horn sounded from the east. It was a pure sound that echoed through the valley. Not long after that, the thudding sound of short legs could be heard. Just over the hill appeared an army of rugged Dwarves. Their King was majestically seated in a pig. He sat there eyeing the golden army of Elves.

"Is that you, Thranduil?" he called.

"Yes Dain, it is I." Thranduil replied with disgust.

"I see you have a decent army with you." the Dwarf King replied. "I too have a large one accompanying me."

"And what of it."

"I was told by a kinsman of mine that they were in a bit of trouble with the Elves. First it was a dragon and now those horribly disgustingly ugly Elves! I could not bear the thought of them attacking my precious kinsmen. So I replied to their call for assistance."

"I can very well see that." Thranduil's eyes narrowed slightly at the Dain's words.

"Well we'll see if that smirk playing at your lips still exists at the end!" Dain sneered. With that he called his army forth and charged down upon the Elves. Who immediately executed a right face and pointed their arrows.

"Lose!" was Thranduil's command, and the elves replied with a "twang" of their bowstrings and the sight of the air growing dimmer, as the arrows filled it. there was nothing that could stop the arrows once they had gotten in the air, but the sturdy iron shields of the dwarves could. They raised them up and covered themselves like a massive tortoise.

Sephiroth watched from a tower in the city. Nothing seemed to be of any interest to the former general and he turned and walked away. The city was empty of elves, and the Wizard had gone with them too. Bard was busy running around trying to get everyone in order. He continued walking until he met Bilbo. Bilbo was sitting on a stone that had fallen from the buildings a long time ago. Sephiroth noticed that Bilbo wasn't smoking his pipe or taking a nap. Instead Bilbo looked very concerned.

oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...I didn't get to write as much as I wanted to because My other siblings were on the computer. frst my older brother in the morning. My two younger siblings in the afternoon, then my older brother for the rest of the day until dinner. Then I'd go on after dinner clean-up and then my younger siblings would kick me off to watch youtube and after that my older brother would claim the computer again!