Part 3 of More to The Story. It's about a family that are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love. Part 3 picks up at the beginning of The Battle of the Five Armies, with equal parts of books and movies with the crossovers. OC's and real characters.

The Company and Gatekeepers are divided. Some of the company remain in Laketown with the younger members of the Gatekeeper family. The parents and grandparents are still missing. The danger of the dragon, orcs, and greed were on everyone's minds. What would become of them? Erébor? The Wizard and Muggle world? Nothing was certain.

I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Peter Jackson.

***Author's note: I'm sorry that these next couple chapters might be a little short. But that means I will be posting them much more frequently! Thank you so much for reading my story. Please leave a review if you feel up for it. I love hearing your thoughts, ideas, and suggestions. If you see any typos, please tell me. They drive me bonkers!


Chapter 14

Alicia apparated alone to the center of the city. It was still empty and untouched by the people of Laketown and needed a lot of work. Unfortunately, there was not enough time to do much. There was a large building, in ruin like the rest of the city, at one time served as the great hall. She managed to repair the structure as well as the doors and windows. It would do for now of being the sanctuary to those who could not fight. Cleaning the inside was not a necessity and would have to wait.

Once people started arriving she urged them inside and helped those who struggled. At first, they trickled in, until she overheard some of the wounded speak of Ruben's command to flee. Then they arrived more frantic and in larger groups. It seemed like hours listening to the sounds of explosions and screams, smelling smoke and dust in the air. Finally, Jeremy came carrying Tilda on his back and Sigrid and Bain at his sides who were helping others who were wounded.

"Merlin's beard!" Alicia gasped, seeing her husband and the children covered in dirt and grime.

Jeremy smiled with relief seeing his wife. "We're alright. The children had quite a scare with a troll and orcs, but they are alright."

Sigrid past the person she was helping onto a family member. She hugged Alicia, nearly collapsing on her, "We wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Bain. He was magnificent!"

Bain gripped his sword tightly in his hand, not quite ready to put it down. The moment her feet it the ground, Tilda wrapped her arms around Alicia; desperately wanting the warmth of a mother figure.

Jeremy could see the boy's determination, "keep it handy, Bain. We aren't out of the fire yet. Now get inside, all of you." Once the children obeyed, he continued. "My father is fighting alongside of Bard. You and I will guard the hall."

"What's happening down there, Jeremy?" Alicia needed to know.

He paused searching for the right answer. "We may have to evacuate the great hall. Leave Dale entirely."

"Leave? How?"

"Open a gate and take the survivors to a different land."

"What about the Nicole, Karah, the children, and Jordan? I'll not leave them behind."

"We will search for them. I promise, you and I won't leave Middle Earth without them." Jeremy held her tightly and kissed her head. "I'm going to secure the back of the hall. Send a protronus when everyone is inside. Then we will cast the spells and charms to keep everyone safe." He kissed her dry lips and held her tight. "I love you."

"I love you too. Be safe." Alicia responded and hugged him with equal force. When the separated, she turned back to the road where people were still approaching.

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Priscilla was forced to fall back from the lower levels of the city. The stone knights were dwindling as they defended their ground; only the orcs and trolls never ceased. As soon as she thought it was over and the battle won, more charged through the broken walls. Having no other choice but to retreat, she climbed a tall building to survey the whole area. She hoped the valley between the two kingdoms would show the elves and dwarves victory, and they would come aid Dale. Her heart sank at the sight. They were in no better shape. She was just about to send a protronus to Ruben when she spotted grey cloak, long white beard, and a halfling running to keep up.

"Gandalf!" She called and waved to him. When he spotted her, she apparated next to him. He and Bilbo stepped back in shock at her sudden arrival. "Everyone who cannot fight is fleeing to the Great Hall. Alicia and my son are protecting them. Ruben and Bard are leading the rest of humans in battle. But there are so many of them. Is there no end to these horrid beasts?"

"Look!" Bilbo pointed with his small glowing sword to the valley and bridge into the city. "Thranduil is riding this way! Taking out all the orcs in his path. Look at that! He cut off the heads of at least half a dozen! And his army is right behind him."

"Priscilla, make for the great hall. Join the rest of your family." Gandalf encouraged.

"No. I see Ruben and Bard not far from Thranduil. I promised my husband I would return to him."

"Then I will go with you!" Gandalf nodded.

"Me as well." Bilbo seconded.

They hurried to the center of the fighting. Ruben wielded his sword expertly, cutting down every orc who wildly attacked. There was not much room to move around and could easily hurt someone on his side. He had to be sure his movements were swift, accurate, and deadly. At first, he counted how many he killed; until he realized they were vastly outnumbered and could not waste his energy keeping track. His only concern was keeping his family safe, including his nephew by marriage.

Bard was handling his own quite well. Being a descendant of Lord Girion, Bard was a natural leader and becoming a learned commander in this very war. He was the first in every fight, inspiring the new and poorly trained human fighters to charge with him. Even the elves obeyed his commands and all worked together.

Thranduil proved himself again and again as the best fighter among all of them. With a sword in each hand, he single handedly brought low an entire company of orcs. His silver tiara stayed in perfect position and not one hair fell out of place.

Bilbo and Gandalf fought bravely by wielding the swords and staff. Bilbo was missed by most of his opponents as he was so much smaller. He used that to his advantage and slain many orcs without them knowing what happened. The orcs who took on the Grey Wizard foolishly assumed he would be easily defeated. They were wrong.

The orc numbers dwindled down and the army of light thought they could stop and rest. Smoke and dust filled the air. The sun fell behind clouds, casting gloom down on everyone still standing. The humans and elves were trying to regroup when two large trolls climbed over the wall.

Priscilla apparated again between the dark creatures and her loved ones, stopping everyone in their tracks in shock. "Get back!" She ordered everyone to give her as much space as possible. Pulling out her wand, "Bombarda Mazima!"

Bilbo and Thranduil were standing too close. Gandalf grabbed the hobbit by the coat, Ruben jumped in front of the elven king and forced him back before the debris could hurt them. All of the males were in shock of her magic. She appeared to be a frail, old woman with her fallen hair and dirty robes and plaid. One of her lenses had cracked inside her glasses. But her magic was mighty and powerful. Stopping many of the enemy before they could reach the city. Curse after curse she sent flying and blowing up creatures, stone, and earth. As she fought all alone, more orcs came and learned where to go to avoid the explosions.

"Fall back!" Bard ordered everyone, including Priscilla.

It seemed like the battle would never stop. Everywhere you turned there were humans and elves fighting orcs. People were being slaughtered left and right. This was to be their darkest hour.

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In the valley, Lord Dain swung his war hammer and killed another orc while riding his great boar. The orcs were everywhere and the dwarves were outnumbered. With each swing of the hammer, another orc popped up. The boar's massive tusks killed and maimed many, his heavy hooves kicked and stomped everything in his path. He reared up to take down a small troll, but another orc speared him in his unprotected belly. The loyal beast died on the battle field next to his fighting master.

Dain's fury took over and he slaughtered the orc who killed his companion. Without even flinching, his headbutted an orc without a helmet on. The broken nose must have stabbed it in its small brain because it died instantly. Dain continued wildly killing every orc and troll that came across his path. "Where is Thorin! We will all be slaughtered without him!"

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Loud horns and drums could be heard coming from Raven Hill. The Pale Orc looked on the war happening beneath him, assured of his victory. The elves and humans would not last much longer defending the ruined city of Dale. Half of his army was either there or headed that way. The other half began regrouping in the valley, ready to slaughter the rest of the dwarves. They stood in his way of the mountain. Soon, the small army would be gone, and Thorin Oakenshield would be his to make a trophy of his head.

One of his generals was ready to signal with the flags to attack. Azog stopped him, "wait. Not yet." The orcs started pounding the ground with their weapons restlessly. The large trolls made their way to the front, growling and snarling. "Now! Kill them all!"

The flags flew and the horns sounded, the horns blasted and the dark army sprinted to the dwarves; only to stop in their tracks at the sound of another horn coming from the mountain.