Apparently Percia's sense of direction still remained slightly challenged as she ended up on the other side of Ravenhill instead of where the others had gone. In the end it worked in her favor as she managed to scale the tower in time to see Azog holding Fili up, likely taunting Thorin. His cronies were hanging back, enjoying the show. Well, this just would not do.

Quietly as she could she pulled herself up. As the eyes of everyone were on Azog she was able to make her move without getting stopped. Darting forward, just as the white beast pulled his sword back she slashed her own across his back, causing him to throw his arms back, and let go of Fili, who dropped and rolled. Not bothering to wait Percia slammed a foot into Azog's back and threw him off the tower before turning to the Orcs standing there is complete shock.

"Sorry I'm late," Percia snarked cheekily to Fili who managed to gain his footing. "Figured I'd make an entrance."

"You will not hear me complain my lady," Fili replied a bit shakily.

This must have knocked the Orcs from their stupor for they attacked as one. Percia managed to disarm her first foe, tossing the sword to Fili, who joined in the fray. Between the two their enemies were wiped out in a fairly short time frame.

Percia paused to catch her breath and listen for sounds of the others. The clangs of metal against metal reached her.

"Right, we need to warn the others of the second army," she advised.

"Second army," Fili asked with no small amount of worry. Then his blue eyes got a closer look at her. "And where did you get that armor?"

"The army Bolg is bringing in from the north and it's a gift from my family," she responded curtly. "Let's focus on the enemies running amok shall we?"

"Right." The blond dwarf led the way down the tunnels back to the lower levels of the keep. There they found Dwalin engaging a number of Orcs and goblins. Bilbo, Thorin and Kili were nowhere to be seen.

Both of the smaller warriors jumped in assisting the other with ending the small contingent of Orcs.

"Where are the others," Percia asked once they had dispatched the last one for the moment.

"Kili's still up in the keep," Dwalin informed them. "I haven't seen Thorin since you saved Fili from that Orc filth. Bilbo was with me, but I lost sight of him in the skirmish. I remember he was yelling about a second army…"

"Bolg's army, coming in from the north. I'm sure these were part of his advance team," she muttered angrily eyes scanning the area for any sign of Bilbo. "I'll go look for Bilbo…"

"Aye, we'll keep an eye out for the others and handle any more stragglers," Dwalin promised.

Nodding to the two she darted off going to the section of the keep Dwalin had been in earlier. Surely Bilbo would be there. He couldn't have gone far. It didn't take long to find where Dwalin had been given the number of Orc corpses littering the area, but still no sign of Bilbo.

"KILI?"

She froze as a female voice called out. Surely the elf couldn't be…

"KILI?"

By the gods she was. Who called out in the middle of a battle where such a distraction could mean death? Weren't elves supposed to be old and wise? Granted the few she's met really didn't fit the bill. Hearing the other cry out once more Percia cursed and headed in that direction, missing the slight indention of a body in the snow covered ruins.

Xxx

Percia ran down stairs, around pillars and up more stairs. She needed to get to the elf before she gets in trouble. No doubt her caterwauling had caught the attention of the enemy, which would not be good. Part of her wanted to leave the elf to her fate, but she couldn't do that. Kili loved her, how and why given their short time together Percia didn't know, but he did. And though he had hurt her dearly with his sudden cold shoulder and indifference, she couldn't not help keep his new interest safe. Stupid loyalty flaw.

Her plan was delayed as she ran into several Orcs, taking the precious time she needed to deal with them. Her muscles burned, and her chest heaved for breath. It'd been some time since she'd had to fight for so long; clearly she needed to work on her endurance. Gods know Chiron would chide her for such slack behavior.

"NO!"

Percia added more speed to her legs, as she was so close. Coming to a skidding halt she found herself over looking a small exposed room. Kili lay on the floor. She just managed to catch the red-haired elf launching herself and Bolg off the side of the fort to the grounds below. Blinking out of her shock she jumped to the floor kneeling next to Kili. She could see the wound in his chest, the blood still flowing. No doubt the Orc and Elf thought him dead, and he certainly was close. Pushing her fingers to his throat she caught the barely there thread pulse.

From her hip she pulled a flask she had filled earlier, just in case. Placing her hand over the wound she poured the water over both focusing the healing energies into Kili's chest. Slowly she could feel the water working to knit the worst of the damage back together.

"You had better hold on Kili," she hissed irritably. "You have too much life left to live." She forced more water into the wound. "I don't want to tell your brother or uncle you gave up, and I certainly don't want to face your elf with the same news."

Checking again she felt a stronger beat to his pulse. It was working, but slowly.

"What are you doing?" She barely glanced at the elf as she crawled towards them. It was clear she was hurt but really Kili was the priority.

"I'm trying to save his life," she murmured distractedly, adding more water. Given how deep the wound she had to do it slowly. And how did she know that? Maybe this was part of the upgrade Ulmo gave her?

"The wound was fatal," she persisted.

"Yes, and he was nearly dead, but there was enough life in him for me to save him," Percia explained with more than a little bite to her tone. She was tired and this was the woman that took Kili's attention from her, she had the right to be grumpy. "Granted, he is done in this battle. You will need to take him somewhere safe and keep watch over him until this is over, as I don't have enough energy to heal him completely."

One slender and elegant hand came into her view as the other ran slim fingers over Kili's sweat covered brow, down his cheeks to his lips.

"How is this possible," she asked again, this time with awe filling her voice. "Are you one of the Valar?"

"No," Percia stated curtly. Something in the back of her mind told her that Kili was as healed as she could make him at this time. The rest would be up to him, but he would live. Capping the flask she returned it to her hip belt before rising to her feet. Looking down on the red head and Kili she felt her heart twist in pain, yet another part knew the two were meant to be. It helped in letting the past go. "You've been given a second chance together." Two greenish hazel eyes peered up at her, a small smile of joy etched across her face. "Do not waste it."

Without another look, Percia turned and headed back to the battle.

Xxx

Seriously! How could one little ruin of a fortress encompass so much space?! After leaving Kili and his elf she had renewed her search for her friend, taking out Orcs left and right, though their numbers had decreased somewhat. But Ravenhill was bigger than she anticipated. Stupid ruins, stupid Orcs, stupid Dwarves and stupid Hobbits that go running into battle! Basically everyone was just stupid!

Of course that doesn't say much for her since she was here too. Argh!

Riptide sliced through the neck of another attacker as she moved through the ruins trying to find anyone from her side. As of yet she'd not found a one. Even running into Thorin would be welcome! Granted she'd likely deck the fool for what he did to Bilbo, but still.

Without warning large shadows flew overhead. Looking up she found the eagles with Radagast and Beorn riding towards the north. When she searched that direction she noted the long lines of Orcs from Bolg's army. At least they would be taken care of.

Coming around the wall she finally made it to one of the lowest levels, leading to the frozen river. It must get ridiculously cold here for running water to freeze like this.

She could see the bodies of various Orcs splayed out on the ice, so someone had been there at some point. Her eyes swept across the vast ice field until it came upon the downed form of Azog and the figure of Thorin in the distance. He was looking over the battlefield below, or he was…

Percia started running when the Dwarf fell, no doubt injured from taking on his archenemy.

The scene felt familiar as she kneeled down next to him, taking in the wound through his chest. Pulling the armor away from it and grabbing her flask she couldn't help but grouse.

"What is it with you Durin's and getting stabbed? Is there a bet I don't know about?"

"Pe…Perci…"

"Shut up, the last thing you need to do is speak," she grumbled, planting her hand none-to-gently over his wound and pouring out some water. She ignored the pained groan he let out. "You're lucky I think Bilbo deserves an apology from you, or I'd be letting you deal with this on your own."

"Bil…bo? Is he…" Thorin's words were thick, likely from the blood in his throat. She would be able to keep him alive, but he'd still have quite a ways to go healing.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I haven't been able to find him yet. But I'm hoping his ridiculous luck holds out. You better hope his luck holds out as well."

His ice blue eyes stared up at her likely trying to convey his regret, but she was too busy trying to make sure the idiot survived. When the water in her flask emptied she had to call on the water of the frozen river below them.

"Right. This is gonna be cold," she warned before pulling on the water and brining a thin stream of it to her hands. While she felt nothing, as water temperature never affected her, Thorin clearly did given the jolt he gave. It was enough to send him into the grips of unconsciousness.

"Thorin!" The frantic voice of their burglar sent a wave of relief through Percia. At least he hadn't gotten himself killed.

Bilbo's face popped up across from her as he plopped down next to the fallen king. His hazel eyes full of worry as he stared at his friend/secret crush. At least she had been able to have Kili's affection if even for a little bit; Bilbo didn't even know if Thorin felt anything other than friendship for him, if he even still felt that much.

"He'll live, but he's going to be out of it for a time," Percia explained, adding more water. "Are you okay? I couldn't find you anywhere…"

Bilbo blinked at her as if surprised she would ask after his wellbeing. "Oh, um yes. I am fine. Took a knock to the head is all. Only just came too, really," he muttered still focused on the dwarf.

"I'll check you out later," she informed him in a very no-nonsense tone. Pulling her hand back she checked on Thorin, his heartbeat was strong and steady. "He's good to go. You want me to try and wake him?"

The Hobbit blinked at her before shaking his head. "No, no I don't think he wants to see me. I'm not so sure I want to face him as it is. Or the others…"

Percia bit back the anger swelling in her. It would do no good to let her fury go when it was not directed at her friend. Instead she simply nodded. "Go ahead and make your way back to Dale. Tell Gandalf and Bard to start bringing the wounded near the river. I'll come down and heal those I can." Bilbo paused for a moment before pulling something from his pocket and placing it in Thorin's hand. Percia was curious but she didn't ask, nor did she peek once the other made his way to leave the ruins. She merely waited long enough for Dwalin and Fili to find them, before she slipped away as well. There were others who needed her help now, and she was never any good at goodbye anyways.