Alright guys, we are on the last leg of the Hobbit story and I was too excited to finish this instead of my other story, so its here early. I wasn't sure how to make some of this go, but hopefully it goes well and you all like it. So please read and enjoy!

I do not own anything, only the name Tersha.

The look out ruin was deserted. The fog was heavy, swirling around the stone ruin making the feeling eerie as they looked for any signs of life.

"I think Agog has fled." Kill said, sounding hopeful, but upset at the same time. They wanted this man hunt to be over with already.

"Fili, take your brother and scout out the towers" Thorin told his nephews. "If you see any thing, report back. Do not engage, do you understand me?" They nodded as they heard cackling laughs behind them. They turned to see goblins in armor coming towards them.

"Goblin Mercenaries. No more than a hundred of them." Dwalin estimated.

"We'll take care of them. Go!" Thorin told them. "Go!" The brothers quickly left the fighting to them and snuck their way across the frozen ice.

They fought hard and carefully, killing the enemy with sure blows and keeping each others backs safe. Their skill was unmatched, as they had trained for years for their current skill. The bodies piled around them, their enemies dead.

"Where is that orc filth?" Dwalin grumbled as they waited for the brothers, pacing around uncontrollably. Suddenly Bilbo appeared out of no where, almost seemingly stepping from thin air.

"Thorin." He panted, having ran all the way here.

"Bilbo!" Thorin was shocked to his dear friend, though happy that he was there. He had many things to apologize for.

"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." Thorin looked stricken by the news.

"We are so close. That orc scum is in there." Dwalin growled at the crappy luck they were having. "I say we push on." The warrior went to leave, but Thorin stopped him, looked worried at the tower.

"No! That's what he wants. He wants to draw us in." The realization dawned on all of their faces.

"This is a trap. Fill, Kili, they are in danger." Tersha said, worry now settling in her heart.

"Find them and call them back." Thorin told Dwalin, worry seeping into his voice.

"Thorin, are you sure about this?" he questioned.

"Do it. We'll live to fight another day." The all nodded in agreement. They all turned to leave their separate ways when they heard the rhythmic thumping from the tower. Alcoves lit with orange fire and They heard a struggle up at the top of the tower.

Fili was in Azogs grasp, grabbed by the nape of his neck, and dangled him above the edge.

"No!" Biblo gasped. They all were on the very edge of the bridge, watching in horror as their friend and family was held by the enemy.

"Go!" he yelled to Thorin, but he shook his head minutely. "Run!" Azog razed his bladed hand to strike through his back, but the hit never landed. At least, not on Fili.

"TIID KLO UL"

"WULD NAH"

Tersha was suddenly gripping Fili several floors below the tower, and landed right in front of Kili. Tersha cried out, feeling an injury on her side. Azog had managed to nick her just before she had whirlwind sprinted them out of the way. The cut wasn't too bad, better than total impalement.

"What in Durin's name was that?" Fill said, feeling a little dizzy with how fast he had been moving.

"That is Thu'um. I will explain later, right now we don't have time." Orcs came from the hall ways, intent on killing the one that got away.

"Fili! Kili! Tersha!" They heard Thorin yelling over the frozen river. He was trying to get to them, believing that one of them was gravely injured or worse.

"You two stay with me. Do not leave my sight, got it?" They nodded in agreement, not about to argue with their lives on the line. She handed Fili her elven sword. "Here, use this. It hasn't failed me yet."

They fought hard and moved as quickly as possible. They were to high to try and reach the other side of the river and they needed to find Thorin before it was too late. They were a blur as they fought their way through the large orcs, stabbing, slicing, and beheading their enemies. They heard the screeching of bats, giant ones, that flew over them. The next wave would be upon them soon. Bolg would be there soon. She heard Dwalin give a battle cry, as well as Bilbo. She briefly saw the two of them fighting their own enemies across the river, before she had to focus back on her own foe.

The wind started blowing, picking up snow along the way and making it more difficult to see the enemy as they came.

"Kili!" they heard a woman voice call out. "Kill!" Said dwarf stabbed his last enemy in the back.

"Tauriel!" He yelled back, letting her know he was still alive. She had come to help. There was another cry, but this one was of pain. She was facing a strong enemy that had caught her off guard. Kili went running of on his own, killing any that got in his way, to reach the elf. Tersha and Fili were too caught in their fight to stop him. They saw him jump and the last they heard was lots of fighting and the scrapping of metal on metal.

"No!" Tauriel screamed in horror.

"Kili!" They quickly beheaded their orc and looked to see the dark haired dwarf, red haired elf, and Bolg. Kill was on the ground, not moving. Tauriel was grappling with Bolg and pulled him over the edge. They ran to Kili.

"I can save him, but I need you to keep the enemy off my back. Stay where I can see you."

No more words needed to be said. Tersha took of her gauntlets and cast her spell of healing. She placed her hands directly on his wounds. One of his lungs had collapsed from being impaled. From what she could see there were no splinters or lingering fragments so she went strait to sealing up and repairing veins, sinew, tissue, and the organ itself. It took a long minute and it almost completely drained her, but the body was healed. Now she needed to get him breathing again.

She pushed on his lung in a steady pattern, mimicking breathing. She forced air in through his mouth and into the lung before pushing again. When she had had the time, she had read some of Elronds healing books. One was the theory of physically forcing the lungs to work again by working the muscles into doing what they had before. Tersha prayed to the creator of all things that it would work.

"Come on Kili, don't you die on me." She ground out.

Kill coughed and was breathing again, though he was still unconscious. Fili had a breather from the enemies and crouched by his brothers head.

"He's alive, thank Mahal." he sighed in relief then looked up to Tersha. "Thank you." She nodded in acceptance.

"We must find the others. I hear battle going on around us, but I do not know who fights who." She stood up, though she almost collapsed back to the ground as she felt unsteady. Fill gave her a worried look. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. It just took a lot of energy to heal him. It will replenish itself in a few moments. For now, I want you to stay here with your brother. Guard him till I can make certain the area is safe to move him."

"I will stay with him as well." They turned to see Tauriel, the red haired elf, come closer and kneel next to Kili, holding his hand tightly, tears staining her cheeks. "Will he be alright?"

"He should, though I will know more when he wakes up. It may take a while." She nodded in understanding and drew closer to the dark haired dwarf, not wanting to leave his side for a moment. "I will return. Stay safe."

The sound of a horn not to far away had her in a panic. The Gundabad orcs were almost upon them. They needed to get out of there now, or there would be no hope of them surviving.

Tersha looked all around the lookout, but most of the fighting could be heard on the ice. The sun finally broke through the clouds and fog, shining brightly from over the mountain. With it came the screeching of eagles. Giant eagles. The ones that had saved them from the cliff and wargs of the Misty Moutain. Leading them was Radagast and Beorn, as they headed strait for the oncoming army.

She arrived just in time to see Beorn change mid jump and tear into the enemy as the majestic birds took out ten at a time, decimating the ranks as they went.

Looking down on the ice she saw Thorin and Azog at a stand still on the ice. Azog stood above Thorin, his blade hand being held back by Orcist just above his chest, smirking evilly, knowing that he was finally going to Kill his prey.

She was frozen still, unable to move. She knew she should, but she couldn't. Suddenly, Thorin slid his blade away, allowing himself to be pierced, but it gave him the chance to take his enemy with him.

He stabbed Azog strait through the armor and into his heart. He pushed them over, suddenly on top and twisted the blade, stabbing strait through the ice below them.

Thorin stood and walked over to the edge to see the valley below, to see the battle his people were waging and winning. He gasped and fell over.

"No! Thorin!" Tersha yelled and ran down as fast as she could. She felt herself land on her ankle wrongs she fell on the slippery ice, a loud back that was either the ice or her ankle. She didn't notice, she just hurried to the dwarf.

Bilbo had beaten her to him. He sat by Thorins collapsed form as was looking for his injury. The snow around them was red with his blood.

"I wish to part with you in friendship." she heard him say as she reached them.

"No. Your not going anywhere Thorin. You're going to live." Bilbo told him sternly, trying to staunch the blood flow from his wound.

"Damn right you're not." She panted and knelt awkwardly by him. "I have enough energy to heal you, but you must save your strenghth, Thorin." He didn't listen, and continued talking.

"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 it. I am so sorry That I have led you not such peril." His breath was coming in pants and he was coughing on some blood in his mouth. Tersha let her hands settle on the injury and began to heal him. He had lost a lot of blood, making her job more difficult.

"No, I'm- I'm glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them. It is far more than any Baggins deserves."

The blood vessels sealed themselves and stitched together, so he was no longer bleeding, and the tear in his lung had closed, but she could feel that she had to work harder or she was going to loose him.

"Bilbo, in my bag there is a small bottle of blue liquid. I need you to get it fast." The hobbit quickly sifted through her bag and popped open the bottle. She drank the whole thing in a swift gulp. Her energy returned and she focused all of it on healing the worst of his injuries.

"Thorin. Thorin, wake up." Bilbo said, panic settling into his voice. "Thorin, don't do this!"

"Damn it, you stupid dwarf, where is that stubbornness of yours." She grouched out when she noticed he had fallen unconscious. The worst of the injury was taken care of. All that was left was a gash, one that would heal on its own. It wasn't life threatening so long as they kept it clean and bandaged. She wrapped a makeshift bandage around him as the other dwarves of the company came to them.

"Lass..." Balins fearful voiced reached her ears. "He's not-he's not-" Tersha shook her head.

"The King lives. I have healed the major portions of his injuries. All thats left now is to take care of him till he wakes. Even then, he must not move. He has lost a lot of blood." She explained as she tried to get up, but she fell back down as her ankle collapsed on her. Bofur caught her before she hit the ground.

"Easy lass. What about Fili and Kili?"

"They should be alright. Fill is guarding Kili. He had been stabbed by Bolg and fell unconscious, but I was able to save him. An elf guards him as well." She sat down on the ground and looked at her ankle. She knew it was going to hurt, but it needed to be done. There was much to do. Casting her spell once again, with what little magic she had left, she healed her ankle to a light sprain, letting the rest heal on its own time. "Find something to make carriers for them both. We need to get them down from here." The dwarves started looking around for anything they could use. "Bilbo, keep Thorin comfortable while I go get Fili and Kili." he nodded in understanding.

When she reached them she found them in the same positions as when she left, only now Legolas was also there. She nodded to him in acknowledgement then went over to the princes.

"Thorin lives and Azog is no more. This war is over." They all sighed in relief. "The others are finding a way to bring Kili and Thorin down from here, as they both are unconscious. Do you think you can carry him down to the others?" She asked Fili.

"I can carry him." he reassured her.

"Good. Do so, I know when they wake up Thorin will want to know his sisters sons are still alive and well." He nodded and carefully lifted his brother. Tuariel didn't seem to know what to do, torn between leaving the dwarves to their own, or following the one she loved. "Go. I know he will be anxious if you are not there when he wakes." She gave Tersha a watery smile and followed after the brothers.

Tersha stod at the edge of the watch tower and looked over the city of Dale and the entrance to Erebor. The last of the orcs were either being killed or driven away after their leader was killed. They had no orders, so they were almost mindless in their actions with no guidance of what to do. She took a deep breath, smelling the blood, ash, and smoke in the air. She felt the dragons in her stir a bit, as they had been when she was fighting, but they mostly stayed quiet.

"You are a different kind of creature, aren't you?" she heard Legolas asked her. He was standing by the stairs behind her. "You feel like an elf, but more. Something lingering just beneath the surface." Tersha couldn't help but smile at the comparison.

"You would be correct, but that is a secret I do not think this world is ready for yet." She winked at him with a cheeky smile. "Thank you, for your help. You had no reason to, but you did."

"I couldn't let my friend come here alone." he said, speaking of Tauriel. "Besides, I couldn't let the dwarves have all the fun." He gave her a small smile, before placing his right hand over his heart and gesturing to her. "Farewell" She returned the elven gesture with a bow of her head.

"May we meet again." With that he left. A small part of her was sad to see him go, his pale, almost silver, blond hair swishing behind him. But she ignored that part of her, as she always did. She was not one that would ever be on the receiving end of something like that

So, she made her way back to her dwarven companions and helped them down the mountain. When they reached the bottom, they were able to take them to a makeshift infirmary where they would be watched more closely. There was plenty in the mountain to rebuild the kingdom and the city a hundred times over. He even gave Thranduil the White Gems of Lasgalan, though he was still on tight ends with the elven king, with Bilbo's insistence and persuasion Tersha, he admitted that they did rightly belong to the elves and had no claim over them. He gave them without needed in return and they returned to their old alliances, one that was stronger than before, as the people of Dale were also included in this.

The weeks after everything had settled, there was a celebratory feast of victory. Elves, Men and Dwarves all gathered together in merriment and celebrated their lives and honored the ones who had fallen.

Tauriel and Kili began a deep courtship, finding they had found their one in each other. Years down the road, with a little reluctance but did eventually give his blessing, they were married and lived in-between the their two kingdoms, so they weren't too far away from their loved ones. In that time Fili had also found the one his heart longed for in Sigrid, Bard's eldest daughter. They too were married and had several children.

Thranduil helped to rebuild the city of Dale and advised the newly crowned King Bard of Dale on many matters, as did Thorin. It was not an easy alliance at first, but soon grew into a great one, even with the next generations coming and going.

Bilbo returned to the shire, but he was often visited by the dwarves of the company for tea and didn't ever bother nocking. Tersha often visited when she wasn't in Rivendell studying elven healing and adventuring around Middle-Earth. Mostly she never went farther than the Lonely Mountain, often visiting Thorin and his kingdom, as well as his nephews and their descendants.

Eventually though, she became a guardian where ever she went. Gandalf had told her who the Enemy was and that he had returned. He would make his move before long and when he did they needed to be ready. So, she often went into the wilderness and guarded major roads for weeks at a time from bandits and orc and goblin raids.

When she would visit Mirkwood she would help keep the population of giant spiders down. There hadn't been very many more that had spawned after Galadriel and Gandalf had raided Dol Guldor and forced out the enemy into the east. The forest was still sick, but it was recovering slowly, but surely.

Every time she came, she asked after Legolas and how he was fairing. Even though she had not known him long, she felt inclined to ask about his well being. She knew the king worried over his son, as he would not return home till he felt he was ready to. And it took almost forty years for that happen, but it did. It was the first time she had ever seen the king truly smile at the site of something he cared for.

The world died down in violence, but it was always there, watching and waiting for its moment. Lives went on, and many forgot, but others never forgot.

Always, they were ready.

Alright, so this is the final chapter of the Hobbit series. I am going to be continuing this not the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I hope you have all liked the story so far, please leave me a review and I can't wait to see you guys again in the second arc of this story.

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