Hello readers! So so so sorry for the long wait. Life got in the way of things and i kept rewriting my chapter until i was pretty satisfied with it. Unfortunately i could not find the script of the elvish words the elves were saying when Figwit (i think) was telling Legolas that he was to return to his father, so i used a Tel'Quessir for the script that i transalated. I apologize if it is not what you expected or you are not happy with it. I could not find the Orkish language script either so i used a Black Speech of Mordor translator for the conversation between Bolg and Azog. Transalations will be at bottom. Thanks! Read and review and so so so so so sorry for the long wait!
-WingedIceWolf
WARNING: Contains spoilers for the BOTFA
DISCLAIMER: I do not own TH or any of it's characters. They both belong to J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson.
"Take only what you need, we have a long march ahead." Bard stated to the group. The remaining survivors that were not tending to the wounded began to pack for the journey.
"Where will you go?" asked Alfrid, dark locks draping over his eyes, as he held a pile of sticks.
"There is only one place." Bard replied. "The mountain."
"You are a genius, sire. We can take refuge inside the mountain. It might smell a bit of dragon, but the women can clean that up. It'll be safe, warm, and dry…and full of stores, bedding, clothing, the odd bit of gold- "
"What gold is in that mountain is cursed." Bard interrupted harshly. "We will take only what was promised to us. Only what we need to rebuild our lives…"
As Bard began to walk off Alfrid walked to the nearest woman and tossed the heavy pile of sticks into her arms saying "Here, pull your weight."
Bard began to walk past the blonde haired Elf who stopped him with Bard's back turned, saying "News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands."
"Aye."
Legolas walked up to Bard and replied "Others will now look to the mountain…" He cast his eyes towards the mountain as Bard glanced at the Elf. "For its wealth…Or its position."
"What is it you know?" Bard asked sharply.
The Elf looked back at Bard then answered "Nothing for certain." The Elf's blue eyed gaze fell upon the mountain once more. "It's what I fear may come."
A large army of orcs marched toward the Lonely Mountain. armor clanking, led by the pale faced Orc, Azog. Azog's warg snarled as Bolg appeared.
"Woodland elveuk…" He called in Orkish. Azog cast a glare at his son. "Theausan avrackun uuk avo Lakeavown."
Azog's warg circled around Bolg once as Azog leaned over to his son, blade pointed at his metal clad back, shining in the dim sunlight. "Agh lat killun avhem?"
Bolg paused. "Theausan flun. . . ukquealaumn like cowarduk."
"Lat fool!" growled Azog, anger burning in his eyes. "Theausan liwo nauk-avurn."
Bolg cast his face downwards, not daring to look at his father. "Wiavh an ushtar aav avheir backuk!"
"Ride avo gundabad." Commanded Azog. "Leav avhe legionuk come foravh!"
Bolg looked up and nodded, kicking his warg and sending it charging. Azog returned to his army, warg snarling and revealing a row of sharp teeth, striding with strength and prepared to kill.
"Aelveuk." Azog shouted, holding his bladed arm high in the air, shining in the sun.
"Men!"
"Dwarveuk!"
"Ul mounavain liwo be avheir avomb." he yelled loudly, sending his warg in the direction of the mountain.
"Thve war!" the orcs cheered, charging after their master.
"You saw something out there?" asked Tauriel, glancing sidelong at Legolas.
"That Orc I pursued out of Laketown, I know who he is." The Elf Prince replied. "Bolg, the spawn of Azog the Defiler. A warg pack was waiting for him on the outskirts of Esgorath. They fled into the North. These Orcs were different from the others. They bore a mark I haven't seen for a long time."
There was a pause. "The mark of Gundabad."
"Gundabad?" asked Tauriel confusingly, stopping in her tracks.
"An Orc stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains."
"Amin heru, Legolas." An elf called in elvish. "Amin brien beth tuulo' lle atar."
Both Legolas and Tauriel spun around to see an elf upon a white horse walk up to them. Legolas's heart sank a bit as he looked at the elf.
"Lle naa entul- a' ho."
For a quick second the Elf Prince's gaze dropped, thinking about what his father would do. Then his gaze fell upon Tauriel whom looked worried. "Tul a, Tauriel."
Legolas began to follow after the Elf, but was stopped as the Elf replied sadly "Amin heru…Tauriel naa banished."
"Banished?" asked Legolas. "You may tell my father, if there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me."
"Legolas…" Tauriel called sadly. "It is your king's command."
"Uma, ro naa amin aran…nan' ro uma il- naia amin heart." Replied the prince. "I ride north, will you come with me?"
"To where?"
"To Gundabad."
"It is here in these halls." Thorin said, hands crossed behind his back and a sickness lingering in his voice as he stared at the empty space of where the Arkenstone should rest. "I know it, we have searched and searched…not well enough…"
"Thorin." Bilbo said softly.
"We would all see the stone returned." Balin stated respectfully, glancing at Dwalin.
"And yet it still is not found!" Thorin yelled angrily, his voice echoing throughout the halls.
"Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here?" Balin asked, hand outstretched and sorrow upon his features.
"The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people. It is the king's jewel!" replied Thorin, fingers clenched in a fist. "Am I not the king?!"
Thorin's loud yell made Bilbo jerk a little at those words. He lowered his head and stared at his wooly feet upon the cold stone floor.
"Know this," Thorin said turning towards the dwarves. "If anyone should find it…and withhold it from me," Thorin turned towards Bilbo who quickly raised his head before the Dwarf King could notice. "I will be avenged!"
The dwarves and Bilbo were released to the dining halls. Balin stayed in the scroll room, weeping softly and rubbing his eyes with his gloved hands. Bilbo heard the sound and entered the room, walking slowly up to the old dwarf.
"Dragon sickness…" Balin said between sobs, turning to Bilbo. "I've seen it before…that look, the terrible need, it is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo. It sent his grandfather mad."
"Balin." Bilbo began slowly taking a step towards the dwarf. "If-If Thorin…had the Arkenstone…well if-if it was found…would it help?"
"That stone…crowns all. It is the summit of this great wealth. Bestowing power…upon he who bears it. But stay his madness? No lad…I fear it would make him worse. Perhaps it is best if it remains lost."
Later that day Bilbo sat out on the balcony once more, cold breeze nipping at his ears. He pulled something out of his robe and turned it between his fingers, cool surface relaxing to his hands. Bilbo didn't hear Thorin coming up behind him.
"What is that?!" Thorin demanded, quickly rushing to the hobbit who looked a little frightened. "In your hand!"
Bilbo stood up and met the Dwarf king eyes, saying "Nothing, it's-it's nothing."
"Show me."
"It…" Bilbo began, holding out his hand that had an acorn in the middle of his palm. "I picked it up in Beorn's garden."
"You've carried it all this way?" asked Thorin in disbelief.
Bilbo nodded. "I'm going to plant it in my garden. In Bag End."
"That's a poor prize to take back to the shire." Thorin replied, a smile crossing his lips.
"One day it will grow…" Bilbo said, giving Thorin a brief smile. "And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened. The good, the bad…and how lucky I am that I made it home."
"Thorin, I- "Bilbo took a breath, and closed his eyes before trying again. "Thorin- "
"The survivors from Laketown. They're streaming into Dale." Dwalin interrupted behind Thorin. Thorin's smile faded as he turned to the dwarf. "There's hundreds of them."
Bilbo sighed to himself.
"Call everyone to the gate." Thorin commanded, pushing past Bilbo."To the gate now!"
The two dwarves left leaving Bilbo on his own. Bilbo stood, tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes. That was his one chance to change Thorin. To release him from the dragon's spell before it was too late. And now, it was too late.
Okay everyone, sorry for the change up every now and then. Anyways here are the translations! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
-WingedIceWolf
Woodland elveuk: Woodland elves
Theausan avrackun uuk avo Lakeavown: They tracked us to Laketown
Agh lat killun avhem: And you killed them?
Theausan flun. . . ukquealaumn like cowarduk: They fled...squealing like cowards
Lat fool: You fool
Theausan liwo nauk-avurn: They will return
Wiavh an ushtar aav avheir backuk: With an army at their backs
Ride avo gundabad: Ride to Gundabad
Leav avhe legionuk come foravh: Let the legions come forth
Aelveuk: Elves
Men: Men
Dwarveuk: Dwarves
Ul mounavain liwo be avheir avomb: The mountain will be their tomb
Thve war: To war
Amin heru, Legolas: My lord, Legolas
Amin brien beth tuulo' lle atar: I bring word from your father
Lle naa entul- a' ho:You are to return to him
Tul a, Tauriel: come, Tauriel
Amin heru…Tauriel naa banished: My lord...Tauriel is banished
Banished: Banished
Uma, ro naa amin aran… nan' ro uma il- naia amin heart: Yes, he is my king...but he does not command my heart.
