Before I start this chapter I just want to say a huge thanks to ThatOtherWriterGirl for discovering my story and leaving me countless review for basically every chapter. Thank you so much girl! I sincerely appreciate it! It really increased my drive to finish this story, and so with newfound motivation I went a created a new chapter for you all in hopes that more of you who are reading this will leave something in the review box also. (: And of course how could I forget Tatsuki Vermilion who is one of my faithful reviewers for both of my current stories, thank you for the continued support, I seriously could not thank you more, but I've already told you that countless times. (:

With that out of the way, this chapter includes a pretty big time skip, and the scenes that happen in the movie I altered just a tiny bit to make sure it would fit in with the plot, I'm sure most of you will catch it. Enjoy!

Fili was in awe of the view from the Lake Town shack's window, it had certainly provided him with hope as he watched his brother writhe in pain under the hands of the she-elf. Tauriel was it? He couldn't say he was fond of the elves, but she had saved his brothers life, without her Kili could have easily been dead by now. Her presence certainly did make him curious though. It wasn't long before he had to start asking questions of course, and Tauriel had willingly participated in conversation with him, eyeing him with strangely sad eyes. It almost bothered him, she looked at him as if he had been the one dying moments ago, not his brother.

Still he could not manage to shake the strange feeling that she knew more than he did in that moment about some unspoken truth.

"You love her?" the auburn haired elf asked with eyes that questioned him in a child-like manner. He just looked back at her with clouded eyes, the image of pure haired skin changer danced about in his mind, her face smiling lightly at him, her eyes full of starlight. "Yes." he whispered, and he realized it was the first time he had admitted it out loud. It hurt to think about just how much she had changed his life, and how even though his feelings were true, he may never see her again. Erebor would be an adventure exploring in itself, but would he be able to sit out the rest of his days on a throne knowing she was out there somewhere wandering among the moonlight.

Would he be able to accept that he would be married off to a dwarven bride, knowing he did not love her, but instead wished everyday for the sweet touch of another. "I love her." He admitted again, wishing Averi could be here in person to hear him say it. Now he was just confessing his love for her to an elf, and elf he had not liked at all mere hours ago.

Tauriel smiled at him through closed eyes, as if she wanted to tell him something, as if there was a dual purpose for why she had come to save his brother. "She will come back for you." She said, and in a split second he caught it, a hesitation in her words, there was something she was keeping from him. He eyed her curiously, sharpening his blade with precision, trying his best to ignore the words that had just come out of her mouth. Seeing the conversation was over, Tauriel left her spot on the wall by the window to accompany Kili, who smiled at her like she was the sun of his universe.

Fili just snorted quietly at his brothers foolishness, but then again the company had always teased him around Averi, maybe he had been the same way. A fool in love. The elf's words rang in his head, taunting him, asking him if he believed she would return. Staring at his reflection in his blade he prayed she would.

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(One week later)

"It has already been another week! I must return to him Beorn!" Aver cried, slamming her mug down on the old wooden table. Her anger made even her flinch, realizing it wasn't Beorn's fault there was impending war. The brute just smirked at her, "Save your anger for battle child, we await the guidance of the Eagles." He said with slow but serious words. He sighed, leaning against one of the walls to get a better look at her. "I too once loved...love is a battle in itself. It will exhaust you, burn you to the ground, make you mad." He said turning his gaze to glance out the window as if awaiting another's presence. "But in the end you will realize it was worth the fight if it was true."

"What if he dies, what if I cannot save him." She spoke, looking to her companion with soft eyes, "I do not want to lose this love the same way you once did." She had heard of the stories, lived to see the torture of the skin changers, she fought as hard as she could but in the end there was nothing she could do for her own kin. She found Beorn alone in the woods, barely alive, the only of his people left, and she had promised him she would not let him perish also. She protected him until he grew strong enough to surpass even her stature, and then she began to journey again, promising a swift return every time she had left. Now she wondered if this battle would be so unforgiving to take his life also.

"If your visions are fluid, why not make sure the future you have seen does not play out...you will not lose him if you truly believe he is your one."

She sighed, realizing he was right, but the fact was it was not so easily said than done. "I am not prepared to live the reality I have foreseen, if I cannot turn the future of these events I could never forgive myself." She admitted praying her father would grant her another fate.

"Best you prepare yourself now then...war has begun." Beorn said, his voice low but strong. Averi stood up finding him moved to the open doorway, watching the skies with serious eyes.

Overhead circled the eagles, the whisper of war had spread throughout the land.

...

The dragon had been slayed, the people had migrated to the old ruins of Dale, battle had erupted...at the point of no return there had seemed to be no hope, no way this could become any worse than it already had.

But fate have it that it could get worse, it could get much worse. So bad to the point where you don't even know what side you're fighting for, so awful to the point where you realize you are so much lesser than what you stand for. Bilbo had never seen war with his own eyes, he had never so much as spoken a bad word to one of his own kin, of course it didn't count if it was behind their backs right?

Burning your diner over the fire was bad, this, this was full fledged terrifying, this was everything you had ever built for yourself going right up in flames with just one meaningless spark that you had thought you had stomped out. He was scared and to be quite honest he was hoping he wouldn't be forced from Gandalf's side. He had betrayed his closest friend, even if it was for his own good he couldn't help but feel guilty, he wanted nothing more than to watch Thorin rule over his mountain, but Thorin was mad, a madness that he hoped would diminish soon.

He had stayed by Gandalf's side as long as he could, knowing he was not at all qualified to fight, or defend himself. Until that was, he say something he knew he would never be able to come back from. Something that brought out the courage inside of him.

Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin, climbing the hillside to "take out the head of the snake" as Gandalf has said with wide eyes. Through watching Thorin and his company fight, he knew they could be alright on their own, but something pulled at him, tugged at him telling him to move, to get to them. Something he did without a second thought, no glancing back, no second chance. He went face first as his adrenaline and what he only assumed was loyalty drove him forward. Something was wrong, he had to get to them even if he was virtually helpless.

Climbing in Thorin's path he paused as he heard a thick roaring cut through the cloudy skies. The shadow of an eagle moved over him, in it's grasp, a white wolf.

Happy Halloween!