Haraldur runs as fast as his little wolf cub legs can carry him. He dodges between Orc, Dwarves and Elves. Avoids being stepped on by Trolls, still he keeps running. He sees Wargs attacking and ripping apart battle rams and their riders. Blood splatters everywhere, dead bodies piling up, still he keeps running. He stops under an outcropping hidden from view long enough to transform back, taking out his wand he casts the Point Me charm.
"Point me to Thorin."
Haraldur' wand spins then settles on the same direction he is running, he puts his wand away turns back into a wolf and takes off toward Ravenhill. It takes Haraldur a lot longer to get to the top of Ravenhill than he thought it would, by the time he gets there, Thorin is already fighting with the other forces from Dol Guldor. Haraldur transforms back to his human form just in time to see Azog has captured Fili.
**This one dies first, then the brother. Then I will capture the little brat that dared tortured me and skin him alive in front you, Oakenshield, then you will die last.**
With that Azog stabs Fili through the back, letting him fall to his death.
**Here ends your filthy bloodline!**
But, what no one saw except for Kili was Haraldur in the distance.
"Arresto Momentum!"
Haraldur utters pointing his wand at Fili, slowing his descent. Haraldur runs over to Fili to see if he survived the wound, miraculously he did, but he is bleeding profusely. Haraldur uses the diffindo charm to cut a piece of cloth from his coat to put pressure onto Fili's wound to slow down the bleeding. Kili shows up almost completely hysterical.
"Can you help him, Haraldur?" Kili asks desperately.
"I don't know any healing spells." Haraldur tells him, then he remembers one that he has only ever heard once.
"Wait, I may know one, but I don't know if it will work."
"Try it, anything please!" Kili begs.
Haraldur takes a deep breath, he points his wand at the wound.
"Vulnera Sanentur." Haraldur begins to chant.
He repeats it three times, to Haraldur's great surprise the bleeding begins to slow, the wound also begins to heal, by the time Haraldur finishes chanting, the wound has knitted itself closed. Fili though remains unconscious, Kili angrily and recklessly gets up to go after Azog and Bolg, but Haraldur stops him.
"You can not go after Azog and Bolg, Kili, Fili needs you now. You must stay with him and take care of him." Haraldur reasons with Kili.
Kili reluctantly agrees, putting off his need for vengence for the sake of his brother. At that moment Tauriel shows up with Legolas. Tauriel rushes forward to envelope Kili in a hug.
"You are alive A'maelamin, thank the Valar that no harm has come to you!"
She gives Kili a swift kiss on the lips, not even giving Kili a chance to return it, Legolas looks away, saddened.
Kili touches his lips, "What does A'maelamin mean?"
"It means my beloved, but we shall have time to talk about this later for now we must tend to your brother."
Tauriel goes to examine his wound and see that it is healed over, she turns to look at Haraldur surprised.
"You did this, Little Wizard?"
"Yes, it is the only healing incantation I know and it is the first time I have used it, I did not think it was going to work." Haraldur explains.
"You did a wonderful job, but I think we still need to get him to the healers, Legolas will you help me carry him?"
But Legolas is gone, he has gone after Bolg himself. He knows that Bolg will eventually come after Kili and he cannot let the Dwarf die, it would break his friend's heart. He must put an end to this.
Fili slowly regains consciousness, he looks around until his eyes land on Haraldur, he smiles a weak smile.
"Y-you saved me, thank you, Cousin."
Haraldur beams at being called cousin, he never had a cousin that he could say that he loved before. Dudley had been nothing more than a bully to him his entire life.
"You're welcome, Cousin, I am happy to help. Now it is time for you all to get out of here and get Fili to a proper healer."
"Come with us Haraldur, this is no place for a child." Tauriel tells him.
"I cannot, as long as my father is in danger, I cannot go back. I must find a way to help him."
"You do not understand, there is another army approaching from the North, this place will soon be overrun. Tauriel explains.
"All the more reason I must help Dwalin and my father." With that he turns back into his animagus form and and goes back to tracking Thorin and Dwalin.
As he goes along tracking the Dwarves he picks up another scent, the scent of the male Elf, Legolas, mixed with the Orc, Bolg. Haraldur decides to follow that trail instead. He finds them locked in a battle to the death, Bolg with the upper hand. Legolas, wielding Orcrist, is fighting hard against Bolg, but Bolg is a strong opponent. They fight their way across the frozen landscape, onto a fallen tower, there Bolg finally knocks Legolas down, disarming him.
**Now you die Elf Princeling!**
Just as he is about to bring down his mace on Legolas and bludgeon him to death, Haraldur transforms back, whips out his wand and cries out.
"Imperio!"
A yellow-green light hits Bolg square between the shoulders, giving Haraldur total control over Bolg.
"Stop!"
Cries Haraldur and Bolg stops inches away from killing Legolas. Legolas looks at Bolg wide eyed then he looks at Haraldur who is pointing a stick at Bolg, he is surprised that the Dwarfling was able to command Bolg to stop his attack. Then Legolas realizes that Bolg is under some sort of spell.
"Lower your weapon" The Orc does as his told, "Turn to your right." Haraldur orders Bolg, without hesitation the Orc follows the command.
"Walk off the edge," And with one giant step the giant Gundabad Orc plummets to his death. He lands at the bottom of the mountain a sickly snap could be heard by those closest as his bones snap on impact.
Legolas is quickly on his feet, he approaches the little Dwarfling cautiously. "How did you do that, how were you able to control Bolg?" Legolas asks.
"With magic." Haraldur simply says, he turns to leave when Legolas catches his shoulder.
"Wait, I can not let you go alone, I am indebted to you for having saved my life. I will come with you and help you in any way I can, starting by returning to Orcrist to it's rightful owner." Legolas sheaths the sword with a flourish then pulls out his own short swords, "I fight better with these anyway. Now Haraldur, we will go meet this army from the North head on, let us go."
They race off to find Dwalin and Thorin when they arrive they find Dwalin and Bilbo surrounded by Orcs, fighting valiently. Legolas sheaths his swords, pulling out his bow, begins firing off arrow after arrow thinning out their numbers. Slowly working his way to stand next to Bilbo and Dwalin. Haraldur fires off spell after spell, killing, maiming and knocking unconscious any Orc while Dwalin finishes them off. But, the Orcs are like a Hydra, cut off one head two more appear, they are well outnumbered. What can they do? Haraldur does the only thing he can do. He tells Legolas, Dwalin and Bilbo to run for it and take cover far from there. The others are adamant about not leaving the boy but one look from Haraldur show them the seriousness of his warning.
"Go, do not come back for me."
The others nod and leave him, the Orcs seeing this begin to close in on Haraldur, savor the moment. With a deep breath, Haraldur cast the spell for Fiendfyre. Fire springs forth from his wand in the form of a giant snake, and begins to incinerate all of the Orcs that have surrounded Haraldur, turning them into ash. The fire is so intense that it begins to melt the snow, ice and rock all around it.
On and On the Fiendfyre burns, killing everything in its path, until finally there is nothing left. Slowly the fire begins to burn itself out having no more fuel to consume, until only Haraldur is left standing in the middle of all of the ash. He lets out a shaky breath.
"Well, that went better than I thought it would," He says as he runs off in search of Thorin.
Meanwhile, the fighting at the bottom of the mountain continues, the stone statues having made all the difference in the world. The tide has turned in favor of the Dwarves and Elves. The stone statues have killed all of the trolls and most of the Orcs with minimal damage to themselves, Azog, who was watching from on high, gives out a yell of frustration and anger.
**How can this be, how could stone statues come to life?** Then he thinks about it for a moment, then his eyes narrow, **The Dwarfling witch, he is to blame for all of this. I will take great pleasure in killing him and drinking his blood while Oakenshield is forced to watch.** Azog says to himself, he stalks off to hunt his prey.
Azog is hunting for Thorin while at the same time Thorin is searching for Azog. Azog is the lucky one to find Thorin first, he waits in the doorways for Oakenshield to pass him, then he leaps out. Swinging his mace he gets in a glancing blow and is able to knock Thorin to the ground. He raises his mace, to strike him down, but Thorin rolls out of the way. Over extending his thrust has left Azog's side wide open for attack which Thorin takes full advantage of, he swings wildly, cutting into Azog's side. Azog roars in pain, but it only fuels his anger.
The pale Orc ignores the pain and goes on the offensive again. He attacks Thorin with his sword hand, clashing swords with Thorin. Using his superior strength Azog begins to drive Thorin down, but Thorin kicks him in the stomach causing Azog to back off. Recovering quickly he attacks Thorin again with his mace this time hitting Thorin dead on in the chest knocking him to the ground. Azog goes in for the kill, but Oakenshield still has enough strength in him to block it.
Thorin blocks Azog's blow, rolls back onto his feet, he twirls around and swings for Azog's head. Azog ducks, barely avoiding Thorin's blade, he swings his mace, but Thorin is able to leaps to a side. They continue this deadly dance finally Thorin is able to knock Azog down off the peak they were on. He is then attacked by more Orcs that have shown up. Thorin blocks their blows, chops their heads off, eviscerate a few of them, still they keep coming.
Meanwhile Dwalin, Legolas, and Bilbo are fighting for their lives as more Orcs arrive from the North. Dwalin and Legolas work as a team fighting back to back, protecting each other and Bilbo, who is throwing rocks with such force that he is killing any Orc that he hits. Between the three they are quickly wiping out the Orc forces that are attacking, once they have defeated them Dwalin turns to Legolas.
"We must find Thorin, he will need our help if more Orcs show up."
"I think it would be for the best if we split up and search the mountain." Legolas suggests.
"Good idea, we'll meet back here when we have found Thorin." Bilbo adds.
"No, Bilbo, you must look for Haraldur, who knows if the boy survived that last assault. You must find him for Thorin's sake, and keep him safe." Dwalin tells Bilbo.
Bilbo nods and takes off looking for Haraldur, while Dwalin and Legolas split up to search Ravenhill.
Thorin continues to fight the onslaught of Orcs, with his sword now broken, they are beginning to gain the upperhand. Suddenly arrows begin to fly, Legolas can be seen on a ridge firing rapidly into the crowd of Orcs that have surrounded Thorin. Thorin is amazed to see the prince of Mirkwood helping him. He is even more amazed when in one smooth motion he removes Orcrist from its sheath and slides it across the ice to Thorin, then continues to fire. Thorin lunges for Orcrist, standing, he enters the fray once more cutting down Orcs as he makes his way over to Legolas.
"Go, go find the Defiler and end this!" Legolas yells at Thorin, as he continues to fire arrow after arrow.
Thorin nods, and takes off in search of Azog. It doesn't take him long to find him, for Azog spots him first and instantly attacked him with his mace and chain. Thorin, leaped out of the way, then rushed the pale Orc slicing his midsection. Azog doubles over in pain, but recovers quickly from the shallow cut. He swings his mace and chain again, barely grazing Thorin with it this time, but cracking the ice on impact.
Thorin stumbles forward clutching his back, he turns to face Azog, who swings wildly again with his mace and chain. Once again cracking the ice, Thorin begins to see a pattern. The Orc swings again and Thorin rolls out of the way again. On and On they continue until the ice is broken all around them, they are standing on an ice drift. With one final heave Azog brings down his mace and chain again, Thorin picks it up, tosses it to Azog and steps off the drift. With the extra weight Azog falls into the lake.
Thorin kneels down to rest, leaning heavily on Orcrist. His heart is still pounding from the exertion of the fight, he begins to breathe deeply trying to calm his heart. Thorin has his head down when he notices Azog's body floating by underneath the ice. Thorin stands up to follow the body, suddenly Azog's eyes open, he shoves his sword through the ice and right through Thorin's foot. Azog erupts through the ice, he tackles Thorin getting ready to pierce him with his blade, but Thorin blocks his assault with his own sword.
There they are lying on the ice, locked in a battle of wills. Azog pushing with all his might trying to pierce Thorin and Thorin pushing back. Thorin suddenly gets this look in his eyes, he has made a decision.
'I am sorry, my son, I would have liked to have raised you as my own.' Thorin think as he is getting ready to remove his sword and let Azog run him through.
Suddenly a bright red light hits Azog right in the chest. Haraldur had come running onto the scene as Azog is hovering over his father, his only thought was to get Azog as far away from Thorin as possible.
"Stupefy!" He yells sending out the stunning spell.
It had the desired affect, the stunning spell sent Azog flying back, colliding with the mountain side making him slump to the ground. It did not, however knock him out for very long. The Gundabad Orc recovers swiftly, he scanned the area looking for the what had caused him to be thrown back. His eyes fall upon the dwarfling, his eyes narrow. However much he hates Thorin, his hatred for that little Dwarfling burns brighter. Azog gets up, he begins running towards Haraldur, completely ignoring Thorin.
Thorin realizes that Azog is now after Haraldur, stuggles to his feet he tries to run toward Haraldur but collapses on the ice.
"No, no! Azog your fight is with me, run my son, run!"
But Haraldur is paralyzed with fear. Suddenly from a great distance, arrows begin to fly, embedding themselves in Azog's flesh. But this does not deter him, he only screams out his anger and pain and keeps running swinging his sword. Haraldur wide eyed begins to back up, as Azog gets closer. He keeps backing up as Thorin continues to scream for him to run. Without warning Haraldur's foot slips out from under him and he lands hard in the snow, hitting his head. At that moment Azog gives a mighty roar and leaps into the air bringing his sword down, Haraldur points his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" Haraldur yells.
Thorin looks on in horror as Azog leaps into the air bringing his sword down on his son, "NO, NO!" he screams as he crawls his way across the ice.
Then he sees a green light hit Azog in the face and the Orc falls landing heavily right on top of Haraldur. "Haraldur!" Thorin screams.
Thorin gets to his feet, ignoring the pain in his foot, he slips and slides his way over to the still form of Azog that is crushing his son. Legolas arrives first, heaving Azog's body off of Haraldur. Haraldur is gasping for breath, the dead weight of Azog's body has broken most of Haraldur's ribs. When Thorin finally arrives tears are already streaming down his face.
"He's dead." Thorin states in a dead voice.
"No, Thorin Oakenshield, Haraldur lives, his ribs are broken and he probably passed out from the pain." Legolas assures Thorin.
Thorin goes to pick him up, but Legolas stops him, "It is unwise to move him, Thorin Oakenshield, we need to get a stretcher to get him down." Legolas advises.
Thorin nods, he takes off his coat and drapes it over Haraldur, not know how much good it will do seeing as he is lying in the snow. Just then Dwalin and Bilbo come over the rise.
"Thorin, you are alright, by Mahal, what happened to the lad?" Dwalin asks as he and Bilbo near Thorin dropping to their knees as well.
"He killed Azog, though I know not how." Thorin tells them numbly. "The Orc fell on him and has broken his ribs."
"Haraldur must have used the Killing Curse." Bilbo observes.
"Killing Curse?" Thorin asks.
"Aye, it is a curse he used to try to kill Smaug, but he missed. Balin told him to only use it if it was a dire situation." Dwalin explains.
Thorin nods, he sits there a minute slightly in shock, when an eagle lands carrying Gandalf. "Thorin, what has happened?" Gandalf asks as he slides down off the eagle's back.
"Haraldur is hurt, we must get a stretcher up here to be able to get him down the mountain. Thorin tells Gandalf with tears in his eyes.
Gandalf nods, "I shall bring a stretcher so you can take him down."
With that he got back on the eagle and flew away, he arrived moments later with the eagle clutching a stretcher in its talons. Dwalin rushes over to take it. Thorin carefully rolls the unconscious Dwarfling onto the stetcher, Legolas and Dwalin each grab an end and make their way down the mountain. Thorin begins to follow but is stopped by Gandalf.
"You will only hinder their progress Thorin with your foot, fly down with me and Bilbo on the eagle." Gandalf tells Thorin.
"No, I must be with my son."
"Gandalf is right, Thorin, you will be with Haraldur soon enough, come on let's go down."
Reluctantly Thorin agrees, he climbs onto the eagle. It takes to the air and Thorin looks down to see Dwalin and Legolas slowly making their way down Ravenhill with his precious little Dwarfling.