Hey there guys! A bit late out with this one, but not by choice. Laptop's been a bit weird on me so couldn't get it to work properly, plus things at home going dodgy again. I hope you all forgive me xx

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pallysdeeks – Wankertwat. . .another new one lol! But yes, Thorin is one of them, but he begs for forgivness in this chapter and everything becomes alright.

Mchurch1992 – I think your hearts going to suffer a bit more in this one, and I'm sorry for the end!


Into Battle We Go

For the next few hours, the dwarves and I stay in the entrance hall, beside the blocked up hole in the wall as we listen to the chaos happening out on the plains. Kili keeps as close to me as he can after what happened between Thorin and I, trying to comfort and reassure me everything will be alright. Fili also stays close, having been as furious as Kili was when Thorin severed my braid. Many of the others gave me sympathetic faces and reassuring pats, Balin being the exception who embraced me as an uncle would his niece, which I appreciated.

Dwalin returned not long ago from trying to talk Thorin out of the sickness, but to no avail. Even going as far as to threaten to kill Dwalin. I close my eyes as I bury my head into Kili's chest, which is now free from heavy armour, as are the others, thinking that we've lost Thorin for good. We're not going to get out of this alive. Kili grips my hands tight as he kisses my head, not knowing what else he can do.

After a few moments of us sitting in a depressing silence, Kili suddenly stands. Looking up, I see him looking to Thorin, who is making his way towards us all, free of all of his armour, the luxurious fur coat and the crown. As I look into his eyes from where I am sitting, hope fills my being as I see his eyes being the same as the Thorin we all know and love. I pray to both Mahal and Yavannah our Thorin is back. Kili starts walking to Thorin, meeting him in the middle as he speaks.

"I will not hide behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us! It is not in my blood, Thorin."

They stop in front of each other.

"No, it is not. We are sons of Durin. And Durin's folk do not flee from a fight."

Thorin lays his hand on Kili's shoulder, a proud smile on his face. This makes me smile as I now know that Thorin is back. I almost tear up as they touch foreheads. Thorin turns to the rest of us, closing the gap between us. Behind Thorin, I have to smile as I see Kili give a little fist pump before standing behind and to the right of Thorin, Dwalin on Thorin's other side.

"I have no right to ask this of any of you; but will you follow me one last time?"

The dwarves rise and raise their weapons, ready to follow their leader and friend again. I freeze slightly as Thorin turns to me. I see Kili begin to make his way over, a frown on his face, but I hold a hand out to stop him. If I am to get a punishment from Thorin for my words, then I must face him alone.

As Thorin looks me in the eyes, I am surprised to find his gaze full of sorrow and regret instead of fury like I expected. As he looks to the small tuft of hair that once proudly held the braid, his sorrow becomes deeper.

"Violet. . .words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for what I did to you, and for the words I said. Not once have I, or will I ever think you are unworthy of Kili's courtship. I have no excuses for my actions other than that blasted sickness. I do not ask for forgiveness as I know there is nothing I can say or do to earn that from you. But I pray that you will give me a chance to prove to you that you are worthy, not just for Kili, but for anyone of us. I hope you can find it in your heart to one day forgive me."

I keep eye contact with Thorin as he speaks and can see how sincere he is about everything. And since I know that it was definitely just the dragon sickness talking, how could I not forgive him? Yes what he said really hurt and I was heartbroken when he severed the braid, but I know that if he had his sanity, he would not have said or done what he did.

I smile as I stand and embrace him. "Of course I forgive you, Thorin."

He hesitates for a moment before breathing a sigh of relief and embraces me back. My smile widens as I hear the dwarves cheering and seeing Kili grinning at me over Thorin's shoulder. Pulling away, Thorin smiles as he takes Kili's hand and join our hands together, placing the bead in them.

"You both have my blessing and support. You may get a bit of grief because of you not being a dwarf, but know that you have my support, and that of the rest of the company."

The others call out their agreements as Kili hugs his uncle. I just smile as Fili walks over and joins in on the embrace. When they finish, Thorin comes up with the plan to string up the golden bell to use as a battering ram so we can get out. As the others get to work, Kili pulls me to one side and quickly braids up a section of my hair, being able to hide the tuft of hair.

"There." he says as he takes hold of it, stroking the bead with his thumb. "Back where it belongs."

I nod with a smile, glancing back at the dwarves. "Yes, just in time."

Hearing the shakiness in my voice, he pulls me to him and holds me close. "We will be alright, my love. We will make it out of this, I swear to you."

I nod as we pull away and I kiss him just before we join the others as the bell is set up and ready. Turning into my wolf form, I stand beside Kili as we line up by the entrance, Thorin in front. Once Bombur blows the horn, I feel Kili's hand on my head.

"Stay by me, Violet."

I give him a quick nuzzle to show I heard him as the bell falls, crashing through the blockade and creating a bridge with the rubble. Looking outside, all I see are thousands of orcs covering the plains, like a black canvas waiting for an artist. Right in front of us are Dain's dwarves, creating a shield between us and the enemy. With a cry, Thorin runs out, the rest of us following. The dwarves part to allow us through, creating even more space as they see a giant wolf running among them.

"TO THE KING! TO THE KING!" Dain yells to his soldiers.

"Du Bekâr!" Thorin shouts as he raises his sword.

The rest of the dwarves give out battle cries of their own, my howls mixing in with their calls as we all collide with the Orcs, the dwarves forming a wedge behind us.

As we are battling, I realise I am not able to do much damage to the orcs thanks to their thick and heavy armour, but at least I can pounce on them, dazing them so Kili can finish them off, or slamming my thick paws on their heads.

I keep my promise to Kili, staying close to him and Fili, while also keeping my own vow to protect the both of them.

During the fight, I notice Kili, Fili, Dwalin and Balin jumping onto one of Dain's goat pulling fighting chariots, which has a bolt crossbow built into it. After hearing Kili calling out to me, I run over, changing mid run and jump on just as Balin snaps the ropes to get the goats to move. The older dwarf moves us closer to Thorin and Dain, the former having just mounted a ram himself.

"Halt!" Balin calls, pulling back on the reins.

Thorin and Dain look around, the latter jumping out of the way before he gets trampled by goats. The chariot staggers to a halt, causing Dwalin to glare slightly at his brother, the princes looking slightly worried.

"It's been a while since I've done this." Balin says indignantly to his younger brother, to which I giggle at.

Thorin gives a shout as he rears up his goat, his sword out. "To Ravenhill!"

"Hold tight lads and lass!"

The goats charge on after Thorin. Dain jumps back from the spikes coming out of the wheels.

"You old mad bastards! I like it!" I hear Dain exclaim, his voice laced with amusement.

I stand in between Kili and Dwalin as the chariot gets closer to the Orcs. As we plough through, the rams use their horns to knock out the Orcs right in front. Fili and Kili who are by the wheels, use their swords as we go and Dwalin is using the crossbow, firing bolts at the Orcs ahead, the spikes slicing off Orc legs as we go and Balin is laughing away as he steers the goats, causing me to have a smile on my face. Even though I feel useless at the moment, I cannot wait for the moment I can change back and sink my teeth and claws into Orc flesh.

A horn sounds from where Azog is, looking up, I see six trolls running towards us.

"Watch out!" I yell.

The rams jump off a small hill, causing the chariot to rise up a little, the spike slicing off all six of the trolls head clean off. Dwalin, Fili, Kili and I all laugh and cheer as we see this.

"Eyes front!" Balin calls out.

Spinning around, we see a giant armoured troll with bladed forearms heading straight for us.

Balin pulls the rams sharply to the right, the troll's blades missing us by mere inches.

"Hold on!" Dwalin yells out.

The strong turn makes us all lurch to the side, heading for the frozen river. Kili uses his body to protect me as the chariot jolts a few times. The rams slip on the ice, but quickly regained their footing. The wheels of the chariot skid and we hit the side of the ravine, making our feet leave the chariot a little before Balin regains control.

"I'm out!" Dwalin exclaims.

Kili hands him a new set of bolts for the crossbow. Hearing a roar overhead, we look to see the troll jumping onto the ice behind us, causing it to go through the ice, and starts to smash the ice behind.

"Bring it down! Shoot it!" Dwalin exclaims as Kili and I notch our bows.

"Where?" Kili asks as he takes aim.

"Aim at his jambags!"

"It doesn't have any jambags!" Kili retorts.

"Kili!" I yell out as the trolls hand gets closer.

He turns back and he shoots it in its palm to slow it down. But it is quick to gain speed again.

"Hang on, lads! I'm coming!" Comes a cry, and I see the troll with chains pierced into its eyes and spike balls as arms and legs, which Bofur is controlling, comes charging and soon gets pulled onto the ice.

The spiked ball hits the other troll on the head, The armoured troll hits Bofur's troll in the neck, causing it to fall back. Bofur swings his troll's right arm and hits the armoured one in the head again. Dwalin, Kili and I are cheering as we watch.

"Bofur, you beauty!" Fili shouts just before Bofur falls onto the ice.

Looking back ahead, we see a troll holding up a bridge filled with Orcs. Dwalin begins shooting it with the bolts. It turns slowly towards us, allowing him to shoot it in the neck.

"Come on, you hairy hedgepig!" Dwalin growls as he keeps shooting, urging it to go down.

The troll finally falls back dead as a bolt sticks in it's throat, creating a bridge for us to cross the frozen water with. All of us laugh before I growl out a warning of Wargs ahead.

The two rams at the front are soon taken by the beasts as more come. The next two are then taken while the dwarves are fighting them off. The chariot slows down considerably since losing the rams.

"There's more coming!" Kili calls out as he looks behind us.

Dwalin turns to Balin. "We're pulling too much weight. We won't make it."

"Cut the tracers." I hear Balin say.

Dwalin looks up at his brother in shock, even I'm looking at him in shock. Balin stares straight ahead. "Ride them to Ravenhill."

Dwalin shook his head. "No, Balin."

Balin smiles and shakes his head. "My goat riding days are over."

Dwalin frowns before he grasps his brother's fore arm.

Balin nods with a smile. "Durin be with you, brother."

Dwalin nods, and, reluctantly, let his brother's arm go.

"But Balin, we only have two mounts, there's not enough for us." Fili points out.

While I watch the Wargs and Orcs get closer, an idea hits me.

"No. . .you have three mounts."

This causes the four dwarves to look to me.

"What do you mean, lass?" Balin asks me.

I just grin at them. "Well, if Orcs can ride on Wargs, then so can a dwarf."

With that, I leap off the chariot, changing mid leap and landing on all four paws, running beside the chariot. Looking to the dwarves, I see them looking to me in surprise before giving a little bark to Kili. Snapping out of his surprise, he grins before jumping off the chariot and landing on my back. I stagger slightly, not used to his weight, before charging on ahead and hearing the other three cheering before Fili and Dwalin ride beside us on the rams. Glancing back, I see the chariot has stopped, facing the way we came and Balin firing bolts at the oncoming Wargs.

Kili pats me as he hears my slight whimper as I worry for the old dwarf.

"He'll be fine, Vi, don't worry."

Looking ahead, I see Thorin riding across a bridge towards Ravenhill. He looks down and sees us, looking to Kili and I in surprise before grinning slightly.

"Onward!" he yells down to us.

"Lead on!" Dwalin yells back as we climb up the side of the hill to get to him.

The five of us fight a few Orcs that are left and ride up to Ravenhill, to face our final task. Defeating Azog once and for all!


After reaching Ravenhill, Thorin and Dwalin ride through the main entrance, while I take Kili and I down and around, coming up from the side, Kili giving me reassurances at each misstep. As I climb up and onto solid ground, I see Thorin and Dwalin already dismounted and fighting off the Orcs, Fili's ram leaping off a ledge from above, rolling off to get into the fray and Kili leaps off me to join in. I swing my paws at those coming for me.

Once we defeat the Orcs, we look out across the river at the ruins in which Azog was last seen; his wooden signaling machines are visible through the mist, but there is no sign of the Pale Orc, nor of any other Orc.

"Where is he?" Thorin asks.

"Looks empty. I think Azog has fled!" Kili exclaims.

"I don't think so. . .Fili, take your brother and Violet. Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something; report back, do not engage - do you understand?!"

The three of us nod.

Dwalin rushes over. "We have company; Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred."

We look back the way we came to see goblins running over the ruins toward us.

"We'll take care of them. Go! Go!" Thorin pushes us on.

Fili, Kili and I jump onto the frozen river and run across it to the ruins.


Once we reach the ruins, Fili, Kili and I creep quietly through the ruins below Azog's signaling station. We hear a noise, to which Kili begins to run towards, Fili holds him back.

"Stay here. Search the lower levels. I've got this."

The brunette hesitates before he runs down a corridor, I glance at Fili before following Kili.


Having defeated the goblins, Thorin looks anxiously out over the frozen river.

"Where is that orc filth?" Dwalin asks.

Bilbo appears out of thin air behind him, panting.

"Thorin. . ."

Thorin spins around and smiles in relief at seeing him. "Bilbo!"

"You have to leave here! Now! Azog has another army attacking from the north. This watchtower will be completely surrounded. They'll be no way out."

"We are so close! That orc scum is in there. I say we push on."

Dwalin makes his way over before Thorin grabs him.

"No! That's what he wants. He wants to draw us in."

Suddenly, Thorin freezes, his eyes going wide, as he appears to have understood something alarming.

"This is a trap! Find Fili, Kili and Violet! Call them back!"

"Thorin, are you sure about this?"

"Do it. We live to fight another day."

As they turn to leave, they hear a drum sound from Ravenhill. Looking back at the tower, they see a light appear. Atop the tower, Azog appears, dragging a bloodied Fili behind him.


As Kili and I scout out the lower levels, I suddenly stop as I pick up a scent, the scent I could never forget for as long as I lived.

"Vi? What's wrong?" Kili asks as turning to me.

Hearing a noise coming from above, I go to the nearest window and look up, my blood freezing as I see Azog holding Fili over the edge. Growling, I turn and run through the tower, ignoring Kili's call. I follow the scent and Azog's voice.

"No! RUN!" I hear Fili's scream, which causes me to gain speed.

Finally reaching the top, I run through the Orcs that have already gathered before leaping up and landing on the Pale Orc's back, sinking my teeth into the shoulder of his arm blade, the same one that was poised and ready to kill my nadad.

Azog roars as he drops Fili, my heart sinking as I hear his cries. His hand now free, he reaches around, grabbing the scruff of my neck and wrenches me off, flinging me to one side. Jumping back to my feet, I face the Orcs, growling and snarling away before I feel something tackling me from the side. All I see is white fur before I push it away to see Azog's mount glaring at me through one eye. I notice Azog and his orcs have already fled as the White Warg and I face one another.


Tauriel and Legolas pause on the bridge on their way to Ravenhill as they see the Werebats massing.

"No. . ." Tauriel gasps.

The Werebats fly down to the main battlefields, swooping through ranks of soldiers and causing mayhem. Legolas leaps and grabs the leg of a passing Werebat, and it carries him away. Tauriel sees Kili fighting several orcs on the ruins.

"Kili. . ."

But where's Violet?

Tauriel continues to run on to look for her friends and soon comes to the tower. As she looks around for dwarf and Skin-Changer, she encounters and kill several Orcs which advance on her. In a moment of peace after dispatching the filth, she calls out.

"KILI! VIOLET!"

Kili hears her, but he's too busy fighting two orcs at once to respond.

"KILI! VIOLET!"

"TAURIEL!" she hears Kili's call.

"Kili. . ."

Suddenly, Bolg jumps out of a tunnel and kicks Tauriel in the back, sending her to hit the stairs hard.

Hearing Tauriel's cry of pain, Kili angrily defeats his opponents and begins making his way toward her. Tauriel manages to slip out from Bolg's grasp and begins attacking him with her knife; he manages to grab both her arms and twists them, causing her to shriek in pain; he then smashes his fist down on her head, felling her. Kili rushes desperately as he hears Tauriel's groans.

Bolg raises Tauriel up by the throat; she manages to kick him in the knee, causing him to fall. He grabs her and throws her bodily against a wall. As she lays stunned on the ground, he raises his mace for the kill; suddenly, Kili leaps from a parapet onto him. They fight, and Kili manages to slash him, but Bolg grabs Kili by the head and raises the pointed base of his mace to stab him through the chest. Tauriel shouts and jumps on Bolg from behind.

"No!"

Bolg manages to throw her down again, and she can do nothing as Bolg raises his mace, ready to impale the dwarf Prince. Kili closes his eyes, a stray tear falling as he thinks of his love, of the promise he is about to break.

"Violet. . .I'm sorry. . ."


I am so sorry for the cliff hanger! Or am I. . .*Hides behind Violet and Kili* Please don't kill me! Keep your lovely reviews coming! Xx

Translations;

Du Bekar! - To Arms!

Nadad - Brother