Kili:

"I have come to tell you," The Elven king started, he sat high up on his moose and he held his head higher. "Payment of your debt has been offered and accepted."

"What payment?" Thorin roared back. "I have offered you nothing!" I couldn't tear my eyes away from the small figure that was hunched behind Bard. Her worn cloak covering her features as it did the first day I met her, lost and paranoid in the woods waiting to be killed.

"We have this!" Bard pulled out a shining white gem from his coat pocket. It twinkled and glowed in the early morning light.

"They have the Arkenstone?" Thorin turned to the dwarves at his side, and then to the army in front of him. "Theives! That stone belongs to me! It belongs to the king!"

"And the king may have it! In our good will. But first he must honor his word." Bard replied, a hidden anger to his voice. Thorin turned from the wall, his eyes glancing between all of the company.

"They are taking us for fools... It's a filthy lie!" He snapped back around to face Bard again. "The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It's a trick! You can keep that, and the rat that sits behind you!" I felt the anger in my finger tips, every part of me wanted to toss Thorin off this gate. Fili laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, as if to calm me down. "She is worth nothing!"

"Kili...Stay calm." Fili half whispered, trying to pull me away from him.

"I would rather be dead, than associate with her!" He kept going. The white hot rage flowed through my body. Fili kept pulling me back towards him but my feet kept making their way towards Thorin. "She's a traitor! A liar! A WHORE!" The last words hit my ears like a hammer, and all my self restraint fell through the floor.

"What did you say?!" I rushed towards my Uncle, my fists ready to fight to whatever end to knock him back into his senses. He stood a bit taller as he faced me. Fili's arms wrapped around me, holding me back. "Let me go! How dare you! Fili! Let me go!"

"She was the one who took the Arkenstone from us, Kili. She is no longer welcome in my prescence and she shouldn't be in yours. She is a traitor." He replied, holding his head higher.

"I-it wasn't her." A small voice piped up from behind everyone. Bilbo stood, his shoulders lowered, and his eyes boring into Thorin. "I gave it to them."

"You..." Thorin slowly turned to face the hobbit.

"I took it as my fourteenth share."

"You would steal from me?"

"Steal from you?" The hobbit practically laughed. "No, no. I may be a burgurlar but I like to think that I'm an honest one. I'm willing to let it stand against my claim."

"Against your claim? Your claim? You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!" Bilbo shifted uncomfortably in his spot, and Thorin's eyes stabbed him over and over again.

"I wanted to give it to you, many times. But..." He paused for a moment, kicking the dust on the ground.

"But what, thief." Thorin hissed behind his teeth.

"You are changed, Thorin! The dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word! Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin!"

"Do not speak to me of loyalty!" Thorin turned to Fili and I. "Throw him from the rampart! Do you not hear me?!" Thorin glanced around at all of the dwarves, who were all silently protesting. He grabbed Fili by the arm, and before he could do anything I ripped Fili out of his grip. "I'll do it myself!" He marched to Bilbo, his strides heavy and long. His arms were out stretched and grabbed onto anything that he could find. Bilbo's head was hanging over the edge of the gate, when a familiar voice called up to us.

Nylelyth:

"Thorin! Let Bilbo go, now!" I had gotten off of Bard's horse and was now standing before the makeshift doors of Erebor. Above me, the hobbit's head hung limply over the side.

"If you don't like my burgurlar," Gandalf's voice came from behind me. "Then please, don't damage him. Return him to me." Thorin's grip on Bilbo loosened enough for him to get out. He sprinted to the rope that had hung over the side and cascaded down. "You're not making a very splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you? Thorin son of Thrain!" Gandalf stood next to me, his gray robes sweeping behind him like a cape.

"Never again will I have dealings with wizards! Or back country whores! Or Shire-rats!" Thorin hollered. The words hit me like a knife, but I did not let myself falter. I saw Fili holding his younger brother back, the mess of brown hair had been wrestling against him to get to his Uncle.

"Are we resolved? The return of the Arkenstone, for what was promised." Bard yelled from behind Gandalf and I. Bilbo came sprinting up to us when he got off the wall safely, his eyes in a panic. "Will you have peace, or war?" There was a moment of silence, the only sound was the wind on brushing against metal armor. The tension was rising, Thorin would be responsible for the battle that could take place here and knowing him, we would be fighting at any second. My gaze settled on Kili. The prince of Erebor stood above me, silent and angry. His brother still holding on to him, and his gaze never leaving me. I could see his face, how his eyebrows furrowed together like they always did when he was angry, how his lips pursed at the fact that I stood before him on the opposing side. His shoulders back, like they always were when he was trying to be strong. His brother held on to him, making sure he didn't do anything irrational. I would have done anything for those dwarves, and in that moment I was prepared to do anything if it meant saving them.

Suddenly, a raven flew in from the East, landing directly on the top of the gate.

"I will have war!" Thorin's harsh voice washed over all of us. On the hill to the East, a large rumble, ranks on ranks of dwarves marched over the hill, all led by a large red haired dwarf.

"Dain..." I whispered, the chain mail shirt Bard had given me earlier was heavy on my chest.

"Who?" Bilbo asked, his face twisted in a confused manner.

"Thorin's cousin, Dain Ironfoot." I replied, marching along side the elves as they changed positions to face the dwarven army.

"Are they alike?" Bilbo asked again, practically running to keep up with Gandalf and I.

"I have always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two." Gandalf answered. The large dwarf sat upon his armored pig, steel plated armor covered him completely. His army stood still behind him as he paced in front of them.

"Good morning! How are we all?" His booming voice rang over all of us. "I have a wee proposition for you, if you wouldn't mind giving me a moment of your time. Would you mind... just sodding off!?"

"Come now! Lord Dain!" Gandalf called stepping ahead of the crowd. "There is no need for war between elves, men, and dwarves! An army of orcs marches upon the mountain, stand your army down!"

"I will not stand down before any elf! Especially this faithless wooden sprite, Gandalf the gray." His last words were hissed from behind his teeth. "He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin - I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then!" The elven king's smile spread wider across his lips. Dain turned to his army, to rally his troops. There was a rumble in the ground, the vibrations sent up my body rattling the chain mail that stuck to me. The explosion of rock and earth had torn everyone's attention from Erebor to the hills to the south.

"Were-worms..." I heard Gandalf whisper behind his teeth. They were much like regular garden worms, except a least a hundred times the size and with teeth each the size of one man that chewed through rock like leaves. Once the worms had retreated back to their holes, the marching began. Slow and steady at first, but then the armies emerged. Thousands of orcs swarming like ants out of their hole, sounding their horns and ready to battle. They were chaotic and unorganized, but all ready to kill.

Thorin:

The orc army charged against Dain's, the clashing and clanging of metal on metal ringing in my ears.

"I'm going over the wall!" Fili's clouded voice washed over me. "Who's coming with me?!" The synchronized cry of the dwarves hit me, their voices muffled and dim.

"Stand down." Even my own voice didn't seem to quite hit my ears.

"Are we to do nothing?!" Fili shouted, his gaze confused and lost as I backed up towards the stairs leading deeper into the mountain.

"I said, stand down!" The dwarves lowered their weapons in confusion. My feet felt heavy down the stairs, my body not feeling my own. This feeling, the feeling of desire and lust that clouded every sense in my body was getting worse, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The seams of gold ran from the ceiling of the room down to the very center, meeting with the throne of the king. The stone chair belonged to my grandfather, and his father before him. It was mine now. My crown was heavy on my head, my fur coat sprawled out beneath me as I sat in my throne. The sound of angry footsteps bounced around in the hall.

"Since when did we forsake our own people?" Dwalin's hidden anger could be heard at the end of the hall. "They are dying out there Thorin."

"There are halls beneath halls in this mountain..." I rose from my seat and pressed my fingertips together, devising a plan of action to keep the wealth of my people safe. "Places we can shore up.. Make safe." My own voice faded into the distance as my hearing became less and less.

"Did you not hear me?" Dwalin snapped. "They are dying. Our people. There are people fighting for this mountain that are not even our people. She is fighting for us, Thorin. You know that."

"You do NOT mention that rat in my kingdom! In the halls of my fathers she is nothing but filth!" I spat at him, he stepped back in fear.

"Thorin, Malkyr is dead..." His calm voice seemed like it was yelling to me over a great distance. The vision of her eyes flashed before me, the cool brown with flecks of gold shining in the light of the sun that contrasted her skin. "Nylelyth is fighting for our home! Something that we are not doing! She is going to die for our people, Thorin!"

"Many die in battle. Life is cheap. But a treasure such as this..." I paced the length of the platform. "A treasure of this magnitude cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spill, including hers."

"You sit here, with a crown upon your head." He started up the steps with heavy feet. "You have driven away one that we love, the one Kili... And you would sacrifice her for your own amusement? You are lesser now than you have ever been." My hand wrapped around the handle of my sword. Without a second thought or warning, I ripped the sword out, swinging ferociously at the stunned dwarf in front of me.

"GET OUT!" I shouted, my sword finally stopping at my side. "Before I kill you." The last words were barely a whisper. Dwalin turned to me, his disappointing gaze piercing deep into my core. He left without another word, the sound of his marching feet hitting my ears a little bit clearer.

The room had a solid gold floor, there were only traces of the once mighty beast that terrorized these halls. My mind was racing, the words from everyone had sunk deep into my thoughts and they were spinning like a spider making a web.

You sit here, with a crown upon your head

You are changed Thorin!

Malkyr is dead.

"I am not my grandfather."

A sickness lies upon that treasure.

He cannot see beyond his own desire.

Life is cheap.

Thorin please, don't do this.

"I am not my grandfather." The voices grew louder and more menacing with each passing second. At any moment, they could have sprung out of my brain and strangled me themselves. The floor was sinking. The floor was swallowing me whole. The faces of my kin, my friends, those who had never left my side as I led them through perilous danger. Anger filled me, I had left my people. I abandoned them in a fit of passion for a woman who I thought had come back from the dead, and piles of gold that could do nothing for me. Nylelyth. The memories slid their way into my thoughts like the morning after a black out drunk night.

"What have I done?" The words escaped my lips. I had unintentionally driven her away. And Bilbo! He had done the unthinkable, only to see me come back to my senses and I had driven him away as well. I ripped the crown from my head, the ground was no longer swallowing me. I had to get the company, to my friends and to my kin. We were to fight our own battle.

Hey guys sorry for the late update, I needed to take a little bit of a break because I wasn't doing very good. But I'm back and hoping to get back into the routine of things. As always leave a review or something and let me know what you think! Thank you so much!