Hi, master readers! Here is a new story, At Your Service. I don't own LOTR or the Hobbit. ONLY Tolkien does! I only own Alasse, my OC.

Hope you like this one, just be warned: it's very dramatic. But I intend for a good ending. I intended this to be a one-shot, but the passed two nights of trying to write it quickly before bed didn't work and the story grew. However, the plan is for it to be only a 3-chapter story.

In here, Tauriel and Legolas are friends, but he is not her lover! She is in love with Kili, but there is no triangle! I hated seeing Legolas pine after her when I knew it wasn't going to work. Besides, she had so much chemistry with Kili.

I am going to do things a bit different. For instance, notice the altered words that Tauriel and Legolas exchange with Thranduil. Oh, there will be a confrontation! But I beg you to pay attention to how I changed it up a bit, and if you will read closely you will see that although Tauriel is against Thranduil's decision, here she does NOT draw her bow on the king!

This is one of my versions of BOTFA, though I have never before written the battle parts.

Do Thorin and his nephews die? Do they survive? Not telling! Does Legolas's sister survive? Will Thranduil even let her fight?

Oh, and I am planning for loads of Bard friendship in here, and Bilbo. So, yes, Bard is totally in the story!

Enjoy, and PLEASE leave reviews!

"Get some bowmen up to that tower!" Gandalf urged Bard the bargeman, leader of the homeless people of Laketown.

"There are no bowmen left." Bard answered in a strangled voice, his heart sick with defeat...

War had indeed come, just as Gandalf had said! While two-no, three kings (elf, dwarf, and man) had been at odds, the Orcs had swarmed down upon the city of Dale and for the Lonely Mountain. People of all kinds: men, elves, dwarves, and one small hobbit were fighting the best they could against the dark creatures, but they were greatly outnumbered. People and Orcs alike were being slain easily.

At first, it was only the elves, the Ironfoot dwarves, and the men from Laketown fighting off the enemies, but then Thorin had come to his senses, and breaking down the wall of defense he'd set up to protect his 'precious gold', he'd led the charge in Durin's name to join the battle. He, Fili and Kili, and Dwalin raced up to Ravenhill to slay Azog the Defiler before he could signal any more armies.

Gandalf had implored Thranduil to dispatch his army to Ravenhill to warn Thorin before he and his best fighters were overrun by more Orcs, led by Bolg. "Then by all means, warn him. I have spent enough Elvish blood in this accursed land. No more!" Thranduil declared, brushing passed the wizard.

"Thranduil!" Gandalf called in disbelief. The Elvenking turned back toward him.

"There's a necklace in that mountain. White gems, strung upon silver." Thranduil said, his voice breaking before he mastered it to go stern again. "I want it retrieved!"

"I'll go." Bilbo told Gandalf.

"You can't!" Gandalf gasped.

"Why not?"

"Because they will see you and kill you!"

"No they won't. They won't see me." Bilbo said confidently.

"No. It's out of the question. I won't allow it." Gandalf said.

"I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf." Bilbo said with an innocent smile. He rushed under the awning of a broken building and slipped on his Ring.

Thranduil marched through the streets, intent on leaving this Godforsaken place. He'd lost so many of his soldiers already. He wasn't going to lose any more! He would send his troop on ahead, then personally go to find his children, if they were still alive! He slew an Orc as it tried to take him by surprise. Tauriel saw him and ran up to him. "My lord! You are calling for a retreat?" She asked in disbelief as she trotted beside him.

"I have done more than my share, more than was never my intent when I came here." Thranduil answered without facing her.

"But, my lord, another army is on the doorstep! We cannot leave now. They will overtake us, and the people will not be able to withstand them." Tauriel insisted.

"Better their blood than my kin's. Assemble your company, Captain." Thranduil said dismissively. Tauriel stood in front of him, blocking his path.

"I will not turn away! Not this time." She declared. "I cannot."

"Get out of my way!" Thranduil hissed.

"The dwarves...the people...they will be slaughtered." Tauriel protested.

"Yes. They will die. Today, tomorrow. One year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They are mortal. If you wish to share their fate, it is by your own foolishness." Thranduil said coldly.

Tauriel glared at him. She stood her ground. She wasn't going to leave. Not when the man she loved, and others of his kind were to be wiped out! If she could help, she was going to. "You think your life is worth more than theirs, when you show no love in it?" She asked lowly, clenching her fists.

Thranduil stood there, taken aback at her words. Had she really just said that? The words 'no love in it' rang out through his head. Without warning, he drew his sword and held it to her neck. "What do you know of love? Nothing!" He growled. Tauriel stared down at the ground, her bow slipping from her hands. "What you feel for that dwarf is not real." Tauriel gazed up at him, wide-eyed, tears running down her face. "You think it is love? Are you ready to die for it?"

Alasse had heard Feren's horn call. After Bard had taken over looking after his children and she'd heard the horn, she raced through the streets to find her father. He was leaving? Well, their home in the Wood could be overrun with Orcs at this moment. Who could know for sure? But, she had to find him and let him know first that she was still alive, and second, that she was going to stay and help here before returning to Mirkwood. She'd run into Legolas, and he'd told her about Bolg's army on the move. "Gandalf! Have you seen my father?" She called to the wizard.

"Ai. He is leaving. He went that way." Gandalf said. Alasse ran in that direction.

Alasse was running through an alley when she heard the exchange between Tauriel and her father-Tauriel insisting on staying and Thranduil arguing. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the scene before her. Thranduil was holding his sword to Tauriel's neck! And she'd let her bow fall to the ground. What was happening? Alasse gasped. How had it come to this? Why?

"What do you know of love? Nothing! What you feel for that dwarf is not real. You think it is love? Are you ready to die for it?" Thranduil spoke, slowly and darkly. Tauriel looked up at him, frightened.

Alasse felt her heart catch in her throat. Was Thranduil really going to do it? Tauriel had spoken the truth: Thranduil had shown little outward love for a very long time. But, it wasn't her place to tell him that. Still, did it truly merit death? Alasse trembled. Never in her darkest dreams or worst imaginations had she ever pictured this! Ada...please, no. Don't! She wanted to shout, but couldn't find her voice.

Legolas copped his father's sword with his own. Thranduil stared at him, shocked. "You will not harm her. Enough needless blood has been spilled this day!" Legolas told Thranduil.

Alasse shuddered with relief, sinking back against the wall. Her heart was still racing.

Thranduil gazed sorrowfully at Legolas for a moment, stunned at his son's reaction. Had Legolas really thought that...he had!

Legolas moved to Tauriel's side. "I will go with you." He whispered. Tauriel gazed warily at Thranduil, questioning what he would say. He said nothing, but stood there, hanging his head in shame. Tauriel slowly knelt down and retrieved her bow, then she and Legolas scurried away to hurry to Ravenhill.

Alasse slowly emerged from her hiding place. Thranduil hadn't even known she was there. The other Mirkwood elves stared at her, surprised. Alasse came and stood by her father's side. She sighed awkwardly. "I have to help." She said lowly, then gripped Thranduil's wrist. "Legolas needs someone to watch his back!" What she was trying to say was, I can't leave yet. There is still a battle. But I'll make sure my brother doesn't die. I'll make sure you see him again.

Thranduil slowly looked at her sadly, his eyes pleading with her not to go. It was dangerous! Legolas and Alasse both had their mother's heart, to fight and protect the innocent, no matter who it was. If it could be done, it should be done. This was one time that Thranduil wished his children wouldn't take after his wife so much, not when it came to matters like this! His heart ached, his face begging her not to go up the mountain. I have to do this, her face said back to him.

Alasse squeezed his arm, then raced after Legolas and Tauriel. Thranduil winced. "Those gems were not all your wife left you, my friend." Gandalf spoke to him. "She left you two children. Tell me, which would she have you value more?"

Fili was lying on the ground, his back slashed, and him fighting for his breath. He was still alive, but who knew for how much longer? Kili, Thorin, Dwalin, and Bilbo were fighting off Orcs and hideous goblins. While the dwarves fought with their weapons, Bilbo was throwing rocks at the enemies, like a little kid who'd had his candy stolen from him! He was a pretty good shot though.

Legolas had been flying from a large bat's talons, but shot it after he dropped onto a tower on Ravenhill. From his perch, he started shooting the goblins and Orcs overrunning the dwarves. Legolas saw one of them lying helplessly on the ground. Though they were surrounded, with the exception of Kili, Thorin and his men seemed to be holding out better than expected against so many foes. Nevertheless, Legolas fired several arrows.

Thorin slid and slashed with his sword on the ice. Black blood sprayed on the blue crystal underneath their feet as he killed Orc after Orc. At one point, he fell but before the Orc could finish him off, an arrow whizzed through its head. He looked up and saw that elf prince standing erect on the tower, shooting the foul creatures. So...he'd come to help.

Tauriel ran through the tunnels until she came out the other side, into the fog. She cut a few throats of Orcs who tried to hinder her. She searched for Kili, praying she wasn't too late. Then she saw him on the stairs, killing his foes with a fiery anger for what they'd done to his brother. He noticed her, and they locked eyes for a moment. But then, he saw what was behind her. "Tauriel!" He yelled. Tauriel ducked just in time but the large Orc, Bolg, slugged her across the face. Her nose, broken, and lip were bleeding then he pounded her on the head and kicked her to the ground. She tried to get up, but Bolg kicked her across the back of the head and punched his fist into the small of her back. She lay there, struggling but she could barely move.

"Tauriel!" Kili cried. He jumped onto Bolg's neck, trying to strangle him. The Gundabad Orc threw him aside, where the dwarf fell over backwards on the stairs. He was trying to regain his footing but Bolg grabbed him by the chest and held him firmly, as he raised his weapon, preparing to plunge it through Kili's heart. Kili struggled, but could not free himself. Tauriel's head lolled to the side and her vision was bleary from the two blows to the head. She saw her beloved, in the hands of Bolg. Grunting, she weakly reached for her dagger and tried to throw it at Bolg's foot, but it missed its mark.

"N-no...Kili..." She whispered then fell unconscious.

Kili knew this was the end! He was going to die. Bolg sneered cruelly, about to bring down his weapon when...an arrow lodged itself straight through his entire forearm! Bolg roared, dropping his weapon and clutched his impaled limb. Kili gaped but shuffled away from him. He looked up and saw, another elf! And not just any elf! It was the Woodland princess! The one Kili had met in Thranduil's dungeons, who had tried to befriend him and his company. She'd saved him!

Kili cut with his sword across Bolg's leg, leaving a nasty gash. Bolg staggered. Then Kili tackled and shoved Bolg over the cliff. Then he hurried over to Tauriel, dragging her into the safety of the shadows and tried to rouse her. He saw more Orcs coming. "Stay safe, my love. I will come back for you!" Kili promised, kissing her unconscious lips, then he ran back out to join the fighting.

Unfortunately, Bolg had climbed back up the ledge and he saw Alasse as she fired away at the filth on legs who were coming at Bilbo and the dwarves. He growled, grabbing his weapon again and ignoring Tauriel, thinking she was dead, he marched for the little she-elf who had thwarted him in murdering one of the Durin line. That was unforgivable! Alasse scrambled up the ridge, shooting at him. He charged after her. Bilbo threw an unfriendly rock at Bolg's head. Bolg glowered down at the halfling and kicked him on the torso, slamming him back against the wall. Then he whipped the poor little hobbit across the face, knocking Bilbo out cold on the rocks. Alasse shot an arrow at Bolg's ear. Bolg seethed and ran after her as she fled for safety.

Dwalin and Thorin were both felling and fending off the goblins with all their strength. Alasse shot a few as she raced passed them. Alasse ran higher up the ridge until she faced a dead end! She'd been planning to turn and finish Bolg off with the perfect range shot, but she'd just run out of arrows! She instantly drew her bow staff, a gift from Gandalf ages ago, spun it and braced herself. Bolg smiled and stomped up to her. She twisted and aimed for his head with the end of her oak stave. It whacked him a good one, but it only made him angrier. Alasse threw painful blows across his body, until he grabbed hold of the other end of her weapon and yanking it from her grasp, threw it away! Alasse gasped, but as she reached into her belt to pull out her dagger, she felt a large hand close in on her throat.

Kili and Dwalin were sliding and running around on the ice, stabbing the dark creatures. Together, they managed to shove a few right over the icy falls.

Alasse kicked at Bolg's abdomen, making him snarl. He dropped her and she rolled out from underneath him, slicing his ankle with her dagger. But, he took the opportunity and roughly stepped on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She tried to shove his huge foot off her chest, but he crunched it down harder. Her chest flared in pain and she couldn't breathe! She plunged her dagger into his heel, drawing much blood. Bolg removed his foot but brashly yanked her up by the arm.

"Yaahhh!" Thorin growled, charging at the large Orc. Bolg cocked his head. Thorin pounced off a boulder and threw himself into the beast's torso, knocking him down to the rocks. Alasse was clutching her sides. Her ribs hurt horribly. Thorin looked back down at the elf princess. He was wondering if she was still alive when a goblin jumped onto his back from behind, pulling him back down to the ice. That was when Bolg reappeared, and snatched Alasse up into the air and brutally threw her down the cliff.

Legolas turned to shoot the remaining goblins arriving, when he looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw Bolg on a ledge. The Orc roughly tossed a young elleth with long, auburn hair. She grazed her face on the sharp rocks on the way down. Her shoulder snapped loudly at the impact as she landed painfully on a ledge and didn't get up! Legolas's heart dropped. His sister! Bolg, that filthy creature had his little sister! Bolg was approaching her with his weapon. She couldn't escape from him. Legolas panicked and he attempted to draw another arrow, but his quiver was empty! Drawing Orcrist, he dove the blade into the head of a troll, forcing it to knock over the tower, making a bridge between him and Bolg.

The goblins were diminishing, but they still had to be taken out. Kili noticed Fili lying in his blood. He had to get to his brother! But he looked at Dwalin worriedly. "Get to him, laddie. I've got this!" Dwalin told him. Kili slid to Fili and grabbed him into his lap.

"Fili? Fili! Please, please!" Kili panted frantically. "Please..." He cradled his brother's head. Fili blinked, feebly smiling. "Fili! It's alright. I'll help you, brother. J-just...stay with me!"

Bolg was momentarily distracted from the she-elf lying helplessly at his feet as the tower fell and then he saw who had caused that! The Orc remembered that pesky, deadly elf from Laketown. The little sprite was much too skilled for his own good! Bolg pressed his foot on Alasse's side then mercilessly rolled her down to the bridge. She still couldn't get up. Her shoulder was definitely broken, and falling down the stairs had aggravated it. Plus, her chest felt like it was going to explode. Bolg sneered at Legolas. Legolas was livid! Mustering all of his father's inherited wrath, he clung to Orcrist and set his eyes murderously on the monster who was killing his sister, and so many other innocent lives! Bolg charged after Legolas but the elf met him head on. Legolas was going to take him down!

Thorin fell onto his back and slid to the edge of the falls. An Orc stood above him, readying his weapon. Thorin had nowhere to run! One Orc went sliding off and tumbled onto the bridge behind Bolg, the floor caving in under him. As boulders piled on top of Bolg, Legolas stood and saw Thorin's predicament. He scowled in disgust at the Orc. As it arched its arms to split Thorin wide open with its scimitar, the bright, sharp blade or Orcrist lodged in his chest. Thorin gaped. Was that...he picked up the weapon as the corpse fell. Bolg roared and Legolas swiveled on his knees just in time, then drew his white knives and slashed at the Orc with all the fury and strength he had!

Thorin stared at the Elvish blade that had freely been given back to him, and not a moment too soon. Afar off stood Azog, the Defiler. Breathing heavily, Thorin approached him. His heart sank as Azog smiled darkly when another horrible Orc horn blasted and a black army on the horizon marched into the valley. Azog hollered and ran at Thorin. He swung his enormous slab cube on a chain and aimed it at the dwarf king. Thorin dodged it and slashed at Azog from behind. He cut a huge slit in the Orc's back, which Azog did not appreciate!

Bolg furiously tossed boulders at Legolas, trying to crush him. But Legolas pounced on the Orc and drove his knife into Bolg's brain. The Orc growled weakly. Legolas flipped over onto the ledge as the rest of the bridge tumbled. Bolg sank to the snow at the bottom of the cliff and was smashed with a loud crunch. Legolas panting with satisfaction, he rapidly whirled around began searching frantically for his baby sister. "Alasse!" He called anxiously, his worried voice echoing over the mountain.

It was constant hit and miss between Thorin and Azog. Thorin was managing to avoid Azog's blows with his chained weapon. But for every extra moment of his life being spared, he could not successfully get another critical stab to the Orc. The ice was so slippery, and the stone slab's pounding was breaking it up into large ice-flows. Nevertheless, Thorin would not be deterred. This was his chance! His chance to slay the leader of the Orcs, the monster who had been hunting him and his own for ages, and put an end to the devilry at hand. This time, Azog's cube was truly stuck in the ice and he could not budge it. Thorin set Orcrist down and watched. Then the Gundabad Orc, the godfather of goblins, gazed off into the distance, and his eyes widened in fear.

As enormous silhouettes flapping as shadows against the morning sunlight, behind Thorin came the great Eagles! They passed over the mountain and swooped down on Azog's second army. Beorn was riding the great birds, as was Radagast the Brown wizard. Beorn transformed into his bear appearance, and ripped into the Orcs with all his strength. Azog's army, what remained of it was being crushed.

Thorin grinned wryly. Azog looked back to him, to discover that Thorin had freed his cube and was holding it! Thorin tossed it into Azog's hands, and the enormous weight of him and his weapon was too much, so that he slid backward into the water under the ice! Thorin retrieved Orcrist and cautiously watched, to make sure the Orc was really dead. His gut told him to stay alert.

Suddenly, a huge white arm popped out of the water. It was Azog's fake arm. Thorin slid over to him to finish the job. Azog managed to hoist himself halfway onto the ice. As Thorin reached him, Azog thrust his sword-arm into Thorin's side. Thorin started, stunned, unable to process anything. The blade piercing his gut sapped the life from his strength. Then Azog roughly pulled it out. Thorin doubled over, holding his bleeding stomach, determined not to be brought to his knees. Azog smirked wickedly. Thorin panted, feeling light-headed. But he threw Azog a most sinister smile back. He ran Orcrist straight through Azog's heart-or whatever excuse of mesh was in there that one could say was a heart-, pinning him to the ice chunk behind him. Azog gagged and lunged for Thorin but he stiffened. Then went still, his evil eyes blank.

Thorin breathed heavily, suddenly feeling very weak. Clutching his bleeding gut, he dropped to the ground. It was over!

Did they die? Did they survive? Find out by reading the next chapter. Next chapter, Thranduil arrives on Ravenhill!