Third person POV:
As the people of Lake town march towards the mountain. They have marched into Dale. Whatever was left of it. It was not snowy and ruined. Bard taking the lead of the lake town people, looking around at dale. People gasping at what is now left of Dale. Bard pushing the people forward to keep moving."Come on! Keep moving." Bard says. Suddenly he hears his name being called out. "Sire! Sire! Up here!" Alfred says waving and running from a bridge to a tower.
Bard goes over to where Alfred is. "Look sire! The braziers are lit." Alfred says pointing towards the mountain. "So the company of Thorin Oakshield survived." Bard says. Alfred then turns to look at Bard with a shocked confused face. "Survived? You mean there's a bunch of dwarves in there with all that gold?" He asks. "I shouldn't worry, Alfred. There's good enough in that mountain for all." Bard says and turns towards the people.
"Make camp here tonight. Find what shelter you can. Get some fire going." He says to the people and they did as they were told. Bard then turns to Alfred. "Alfred, you take the night watch." Alfred gives him a sigh but does as he commanded and keeps watch until morning. And by keeping watch, he fell asleep.
By morning, you could hear the crys and moans of the children, sick and the starving of the people. Things were not going well for the survivors of lake town. "These children are starving. We need food. We won't last three days." One lake Townes said. "Bard we don't have enough." Bard is walking around, holding bowls under his arm and placing them down. "Do what you can percy." Bard says looking around the room.
"The children, the wounded and the women come first." Bard says and walks up the stairs to go find Alfred. He finds him leaning against the wall, tired and yawning. "Morning, Alfred. What news from the night watch?" He asks. "All quiet sire. Not much to report. Nothing gets pass me." Alfred says as he get up and they both walk outside.
Bard stops in his tracks and looks wide eye at what he sees. "Except an army of elves, it would seem." He says.
Anastasia POV:
Getting the army ready for a battle wasn't that hard. We had all of our people here, expect Legolas and Tauriel. Each solider helped prepared the three huge carts filled with food and water for the people of lake town. As well as getting the army ready, with bows and arrows, also swords and daggers. Our army had golden armory that shined so bright you could see your face. Me, I changed into a similar outfit that Tauriel was wearing, but mine was black.
When we were set to leave, Thranduil road on his elk leading the army. I rode behind him as our army marches away. It was around midnight probably when we were getting closer up the mountain and saw that around Dale,fires were being put all around. Thranduil stopped which made our army halt. I rode forward to be beside him.
"The people of lake town have taken shelter in Dale it would seem." Thranduil says. I nod as I look upon the bright lights of the fire in Dale. "But it seems they are not the only ones who have survived the great beast." Thranduil states as he looks farther away and you see a dim light far away last Dale and towards the mountain. "Is that the braziers?" I ask.
"Yes, it would seem our dwarf prisoners are alive." Thranduil says and turns his elk around to face his army. "We shall head into Dale until early morning. And we shall give them our offering." He says to his army and turns back around marching forward once more. We marched until morning and we made good timing, we lined a group of soldiers by the outside with our king staying behind with the carts and me behind the soldiers, as we heard the people of lake town stirring about inside.
It was then that we heard Bard and that slimy guy Alfred talking as they were walking outside. "Morning Alfred. What news from the night watch?" Bard says. "All quiet sire. Not much to report. Nothing gets past me." Alfred says. I giggle as I see the expression on Bards face when he sees the army of elves outside. "Expect an army of elves, it would seem." Bard says as my soldiers move and stand strong.
The elf soldiers move aside as Bard walks towards us and stops. I bow to him with a smile as he notices me from afar and walks straight to me. "I remember you." He says. I give him a smile. "Nice to see you again miss?" "Anastasia." I say with a bow of my head. He nods. "I am-" "Bard, the dragon slayer and now leader or should I say master of lake town." I say interrupting him.
He was about to speak again when Thranduil and his elk come forward. I step aside as Bard walks forward to my king. The elf soldiers behind Bard turn quickly towards their king. "My lord Thranduil, we did not look to see you here." Bard says. "I heard you needed aid." Thranduil says as he nods his head and the food carts of food and supplies enter, making the lake people come closer with excitement and cheer. Grabbing about the carts with whatever they could grab.
"You have saved us. I do not know how to thank you." Bard says with a smile upon his face. I smile and turn to my king. "Your gratitude is misplaced. I did not come on your behalf. I came to reclaim something of mine." Thranduil says with a stern serious face, which makes me and Bards smile fade from our faces.