Sorry that everyone thought that Thorin was being mean to Anne but yeah he's a dick right now so we have to bear with his mood swings...and Dwalin did punch him sooooooooo... :) My friend loved the fact that Dwalin punched him :) Dwalin will always be there to punch the living daylights outta anyone who hurts Anne... (bit like how Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter) Anyway here we are with the next chapter :) Please read review fave and follow XXXXXXXXX ZOMG FORGOT TO SAY BoFA IS IN LIKE A CHAPTER! PEOPLE THIS IS GETTING SERIAL BRUV!
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Chapter 28 – The Arrival of Dain Ironfoot
Bard and his men set up camp alongside the elves. Bofur, Oin, Anne and Fili were welcomed and joined the mix races by the foot of the mountain. The girl was still upset and at some point Anne must've fallen asleep, crying in Fili's arms, because when she opened her eyes sunlight pierced into them and she found herself still in the safety of his hold. The prince was asleep, his furred jacket draped over them and their legs were tangled. Anne thought back to what Thorin had said...that she didn't belong with them...She leaned her head on Fili's chest and felt him stir beneath her. The dwarf let out a deep breath and kissed her head lightly, opening his eyes.
"Hello beautiful...are you feeling better?"
He looked down at her, studying her sad brown eyes with his soft blue ones. Anne shrugged.
"I don't know...I feel as if someone has just slapped me...really hard in the face..."
Fili's eyes hardened.
"Thorin isn't himself and I will personally hurt him if he says anything like that to you again Love."
He leaned down and kissed her gently. The braids of his moustache tickled Anne's face and the girl felt a small smile creep onto her face. She rubbed her nose against Fili's, looking deep into his eyes.
"Thank you...I love you."
"I love you too."
"Always?"
"And forever."
The girl was just about to speak again when a loud trumpet sounded from the base of the mountain. Fili shot up and pulled Anne to her feet.
"That's a dwarvish horn!"
They ran out of their tent, spotted Bofur and Oin, and went over.
"What is it?"
"Dain 'as arrived."
Anne watched the proceedings. Dain Ironfoot was a grumpy looking dwarf. He had a long, thick grey beard, that was braided intricately, only the faintest tinges of colour remained within his locks. His eyes looked harsh and battle-worn, deep creases and wrinkles littered his face and a grimace was etched onto his mouth. He was quite large, but not as large as Bombur, and his was thick and dark. A heavy black cloak fell over his shoulders, his helmet was tucked under one arm and his large, chunky battle-axe was in the other. Marching at the head of a mass of dwarves, he approached the Lonely Mountain. Anne wasn't surprised at his low, rough, gravelly voice.
"COUSIN!"
Thorin's head popped into view. The dwarf didn't crack a smile, neither did Dain. The Lord of the Iron Hills looked around and spread his arms.
"Well you called me Thorin. You said you wanted my army and here we are. Where is this war and these enemies of yours?"
Thorin sweeped his arm across in the direction of where Bard and Thranduil had gathered with their people. The small dwarf company lingered on the outskirts, Fili stood a little ways in front of Anne, he directed a cold and icy glare at his uncle. Dain gave a growling laugh.
"This is what you called me for?"
"Come into the mountain Cousin and I shall fill you in with details."
The doors of Erebor creaked open and Dain, accompanied by his men, marched inside. Once the doors had closed, Bard and Thranduil approached the foot of the mountain. Anne could see the rest of the company peeking over the balcony...Bombur waved to his brother and Bofur gave a small laugh and waved back. She also spotted a hooded man, holding a large box, in between the Lord of Dale and the King of the Woodland Realm. His wrinkled hands held the wooden cube gently. The girl turned her attention to the mountain when Bard spoke.
"King Under the Mountain, have you reconsidered our demands?"
"I have not!"
The man huffed and folded his arms.
"Not even for what you desire most of all?"
"There is nothing I desire that you can offer me son of Men. All I can want is within my walls!"
Thranduil flipped his hair.
"Not even the Arkenstone?!"
Anne saw Thorin tense as the hooded man opened the box. The jewel was large and a brilliant white. Light seemed to emanate from it and the dazzling beauty of it swirled. She saw Bofur, Oin and Fili's jaws drop at the magnificent stone. Thorin cried out.
"Why should I pay for my own? To pay a thief for what truly is mine!"
Bard nodded to the man and he closed the box.
"We are not thieves son of Thrain. We offer this in exchange of what we're due."
"If you are not thieves then how came you by the King's Jewel?!"
"I gave it to them."
Anne's eyes shot to Bilbo. The hobbit was mere feet away from the sick-minded king. Fili's eyes widened and he heard Bofur and Oin whisper amongst themselves. The dwarf king blinked for a moment before it fully registered what the Shireling had said. Then he lunged for the Halfling, who desperately tried to scramble away. Anne heard the others shouting at him and she felt her heart cease to breath as the enraged Thorin held Bilbo over the edge of the balcony.
"CURSE YOU HALFLING AND ALL SHIRELINGS WHO FOLLOW!"
"It...it was my share of the treasure and I did what I saw fit with it."
"I SHOULD THROW YOU OFF THIS AND BE DONE WITH YOU!"
"Thorin Oakenshield you shall do no such thing!"
Gandalf's booming voice echoed and the hooded man threw of his cloak to reveal the grey wizard. The small company gasped at his sudden appearance. The dwarf king growled and tightened his hold on Bilbo, whose legs swung as he looked at the vast space between him and the jagged rocks below.
"So you've decided to skulk back have you wizard?! Well may your beard ever wither on your face!"
"You're not yourself Thorin...you have fallen, just as your father and your grandfather before him."
"I AM NEITHER OF THEM!"
"Release him Thorin."
"Ah so you want me to toss him to his death?"
"THORIN OAKENSHIELD YOU WILL PUT HIM DOWN AND ALLOW HIM TO RETURN TO US!"
A dark shadow grew as Gandalf yelled. His form seemed to have darkened and as the shadow vanished the old wizard looked that little bit worn out.
"We do not have time to be arguing amongst ourselves. We are your allies Thorin...there are things far worse coming...an orc army."
Thorin pulled Bilbo back from the drop and dumped him onto the balcony. The hobbit scampered away and Anne ran to him when she saw him emerge from the mountain. She heard Khuzd Dhul insults, from Dain's army, following him, but didn't care. She hugged her friend tightly. Thorin glared down at them.
"Let them come. Up here within our walls. We will outlast them! And you devious and treacherous burglar...you are here by BANISHED from Erebor and should you ever return I will personally take pleasure in watching your head being removed from your shoulders!"
Bilbo flinched and Anne moved defensively in front of him. She felt Fili's hand on her shoulder and he led them away towards the camp. Bofur and Oin followed, as did the three taller folk. Once they'd reached the safety of the men/elf camp, Bilbo, Oin and Bofur hurried off to talk with Gandalf and Bard. Thranduil accompanied them. Anne sat on the grass, on the outskirts of the camp, and stared at the mountain. She heard footfalls behind her and, out of the corner of her eye, watched as Fili sat next to her. He lent his arms on his knees and folded his hands. He turned his head to look at her.
"Does he get better?"
Anne looked at him. He was asking due to her foreknowledge. The girl tried to remember what happened next, but something funny happened. Any detail she tried about what was about to happen seemed to be fuzzy...she raked through her brain and thought of other things...her world...her previous life...her mother's face...all seemed to be unfamiliar...as if they were a dream. Fili frowned.
"Anne?"
The girl gasped.
"I don't know...anything I used to know isn't there...it's like...when I went back I could remember every detail about this place...you, Kili, Thorin...the company...Ered Luin...but now trying to remember that place...it's blank...like..."
"Like what?"
"Like I was never there..."
Fili put an arm round her shoulders and pulled her close to him.
"Maybe that's a good thing though..."
"How?"
"Because...then you won't have to go back...you don't have a reason to stay here..."
Anne frowned.
"Don't say that Fee. I have you, and those guys...and this is where Daisy...you know...I wasn't planning on leaving..."
The dwarf smiled.
"Really?"
"With all my heart."
Fili smiled and leaned to kiss her. Anne met him half way and claimed his lips. She felt Fili's hand behind her neck and she cupped his cheeks. His other went to her waist and she shuffled closer to him. It wasn't a fierce kiss, it wasn't a passionate nor desperate one...it was plain and simple. Full of love. To let them both know that the other was there and would never leave. Suddenly the wind picked up a chill and a cold, cruel sound filled the air. They broke the kiss and looked around. The sky was dark and gloomy clouds swirled ahead...almost like the buildings of a twister. Trees creaked and a horn sounded. It was screechy and horrid...Anne and Fili stood, looking towards the mountain...a large dark swarm was by it's base...
"Orcs!"
Disorder quickly roused and men hurried around getting armour and weapons. Anne was stuffed into a small mail shirt, a leather jerkin on top. Her thick belt was around her waist and her sword was in it's sheathe. She tightened the arm guards she was wearing and tied her hair in a small ponytail She spotted Fili, looking very handsome in his gleaming armour, and walked over to their group. They all tried to hide the fear that bubbled inside them. Gandalf walked up to them.
"The time has come. The Battle of Five Armies...has begun."
Bard, who looked very dapper in his armour, was at the head of the group. Thranduil was all elegant in his elvish armour, and stood next to the man proudly.
"Today we fight alongside both dwarves and elves. Do not let the poisoned mid of the Mounatin King deter you. He is still our ally! Now my men, elves, dwarves..."
He nodded to the group. Bilbo was next to Anne, he was wearing a dazzling mail shirt along with his elvish blade.
"...today we fight under one banner. FOR EREBOR!"
"FOR EREBOR!"
"DU BEKAR!"
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