wroth
adjective
2) angry; wrathful

Bilbo had thought he had experienced battle before.

Especially after being chased by wargs and killing spiders the size of ponies, but never had he truly realized the chaos that was war. Under the encouragement of Bard's eldest, Tilda, he had left the caravan of refugees and joined the battle just as Azog and his hellish army arrived. The Elves, Men, and Dwarves were forced into an alliance, but there was no clear organisation. He did what he could with the aid of his magic ring and he wondered if he was of any help at all. What little aid he could give, he managed to locate most of the Company, but there was still no sign of Thorin, nor his nephews, which was rather worrying since he was still unsure of their current metnal states.

Presently, he was fighting alongside Thranduil's Captain of his guard. She had adamantly refused to leave his side after he took the head off of a goblin that had snuck up behind her.

"Bilbo!"

He barely had a chance to dodge when he was barreled over by a gigantic brown blur that stood roaring above him. To his amazement, he was mostly unharmed as if the creature took great care not to crush him. He had covered been preparing to plunge sting into the belly of the beast, but his eyes caught sight of the remnants of shackles on the creatures legs and he sighed in relief.

"Beorn!"

The mighty skin-changer huffed and gve him a short nod before ripping the arm of an approaching orc, leaving room for Bilbo to get back onto his feet. He adjusted his shaky grip of Sting and reassured Tauriel that he was both unharmed and that Beorn was indeed an ally. He had just charged back into the madnessw hen large, shadowy shapes descended from the sky. He knew from Gandalf's stories that he Eagles of Manwë held no love twoards the dark creatures of Middle Earth, and it seemed theat they had emptied their Eyrie to join the fight. One Eagle in particular must have had a suicidal streak for it was plunging straight down from sky, its wings tucked close to its body and it showed no sign of opening its wings to stop. It struck the ground with a force hard enough to make the Earth tremble and a wave of dust and dirt blew back ally and enemy alike.

Tauriel squinted at the area of the dust cloud and felt her stomach drop to her toes.

"Sweet Elbereth, no!"

Bilbo heard her startled gasp and grunted as he took an unexpected punch to his gut, but sucked in a quick breath to slice at the offending orc that struck him.

"Tauriel? Tauriel, wait!" She didn't even hear him and he was alredy hot on her heels when she took off running. What ever it was she saw must have shocked her something awful to have her moving so fast. Fearing he would lose her since he was unable to match her speed, he blew out a sharp whistle to gain the attention of his friend that was still fighting beside him.

"Beorn! This way!"

The skin-changer snarled and broke out of the hold that a warg had on him. He easily caught up to Bilbo and the hobbit didn't hesitate to grab a handful of the fur on Beorn's back in order to boost himself up. Beorn was a lot bigger and more muscular than a pony, so Bilbo struggled to stay seated, but what he saw when they finally caught up to Tauriel damn near had him falling off the bear.

Of all places, why did she have to be here?

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When she had left Fíli in Erebor, Luna had flown at top speed back to the Eyrie. It didn't take much to convince Gwaihir to go to battle; the great lord of the Eagles had been itching for a battle for quiet some time now. Luna thought rescusing the dwarves kick-started the menacing spark in his eyes anytime anyone mentioned the word "orc". But he would not let their warriors fly off to the dwarves rescue just yet:

"You are going to rest."

"But-"

"No buts or my brother and I will sit on you until you've regained your strength, little fledgling."

She squawked weakly in protest; she really was exhausted, but they did not have time to sit and do nothing!

"Come and rest your eyes, Changeling." Landroval crooned and lifted his wing to invite her to rest beside him. "Calm your nerves and steady your heart. The others will hunt while you sleep. If you remain on your feet any longer, I fear you will start molting." He gave the bird equivalent of a laugh when she huffed in agitation but settled herself beside him. "Can't have one of our fiercest warriors going to battle looking like something a rain cloud spat out."

So she had gotten some well-deserved rest and had Changed into her human form in order to dig through her own nest. She had previously stashed an abundance of preserved potions for emergencies such as this. It wasn't often that she used potions from her world since they tended to have an odd effect on her in Middle Earth, but it was nothing she couldn't shake off in time. She picked up the vial of Felix Felicis and stared at it for quite some time before setting it back in its hiding place in her nest. She wouldn't use it here and not in a place where such a thing would make those she cared about far too suspicious of her. Sighing, she grabbed a handful of Vitamix Potions and Invigorating Draughts and tucked those into her enchanted pocket that acted similar to a bottomless bag. The vials themselves were charmed to be unbreakable which became quite useful during the occasional skirmish where she would have just enough time to pop the cork and down the potion. Now would be a good opportunity to take some.

In her past experiences, there were very few ill side effects if she took both and today, she would gladly accept the risks if it meant she could save more lives. Steadying her nerves, she thumped open the corks off of two vials and downed them both. Luna wanted to gag from just how badly it tasted, but soon found herself brimming with energy that she could barely contain. Feeling the sudden urge fly, she Changed back into her Eagle form and waddled back over to Landroval's nest.

He had been watching her with observant eyes and preened her suddenly vibrant feathers on her head. He had always had a fond affection for the the Eyrie's little Changeling and he felt almost proud to see her ready to defend Middle Earth from the great evils that plagued the land. But a part of him feared how much her travels had begun to wear her down and he feared the day she would reach her breaking point. And if it were to be this day, he would make sure either he, his brother, or one of the other Eagles would be there for her.

"Ready to fly?"

"Always. "

Luna hadn't really intended to scare everyone at the battle. Well, maybe some of the orcs and goblins, but they had better be frightened of an Eagle the size of whale ready to eviscerate them. She had first surveyed the clash of the five armies with a careful eye, searching for particular people and was both pleased to see that they were in a general area apart from one another. The Ravens had filled her in on what happened what with the arrival of Azog and just who was doing what. Thranduil was still being an almighty jackass and Thorin was still a little out of it. Oh, and Legolas decided to be King of the Idiots by professing his undying love for Tauriel, who happened to be enamored by one of the Dwarf heirs to Erebor.

Ravens were awful gossips and tended to tell everything instead of the specifics she asked for.

So when she caught site of a particular dwarf being overwhelmed by a group of orcs and a certain idiot Princeling go to his rescue, Luna internally groaned and flew as high up into the sky as she could go before tucking her wings in close to her body and fell into what she called "The Eagle Death Dive". However, she had no intention of snapping her wings open at the last possible second, oh no. She wanted to use the element of surprise while she still felt brave enough to do so.

Although hitting the ground had certainly shaken her bones since she transformed at the last moment and the impact of the magic she used to cushion her landing sent a shock wave throughout the battle. Ears ringing, she grunted and reached for the bow strapped to her back while her other hands gripped an arrow out from her quiver.

She had some idiots to save and a hell of a lot of anger to burn through.

A/N: My apologies for not uploading this sooner. The Fall Semester just started and my already hectic schedule just got a whole lot worse, so updates may be slow.