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Chapter 3

Bilbo followed the guards King Thranduil had ordered to take him back to Dale, he accepted to go with them he knew he would be just a burden to Gandalf if he stayed by his side, the wizard would fight alongside the dwarf and elves. When they arrived at Dale they were meet with the sight of injured men from the attack of Smaug in Lake Town, people were helping each other, men were looking for weapons to join the battle and women were looking out for the old, the injured and the children. King Thranduil's guards lead him to the center of the city, it looked like it used to be a market.

-"Shouldn't we try to help this people"- Bilbo asked looking up at the guards, the one that seemed to be more fluent in the common language responded.

-"We have specific orders from my King to keep you safe, Mister Hobbit"- the elf had a gentle musical voice. –"There is no danger in helping this people"- Bilbo give a small smile, if the elf returned he could not see it. –"and you are going to be following me wherever I go, I suppose?"-

-"That is correct, Mister Hobbit"- said the elf inclining his head slightly. –"Alright then! I can help"- Bilbo give a small rubbing his hands together and setting off to find who needed his help. He found a lost girl in the middle of the market looking for her mother, going over to her Bilbo told her he would help look for her. With the young girl following they made they made their way through the market, making a few stops here and there to help others. Bilbo was giving water to an old lady when the sound of a loud horn was heard, he looked over to the guards who had taken their swords out and were watching out for danger, the girl had taken a hold of his sleeve whimpering softly. Shushing the girl gently he looked at the guards worry in his eyes.

-"We have to find her Mother"- Bilbo looked around as if trying to see her through the rushing crowd of people.

-"And we have to keep you safe, Mister Hobbit"- Bilbo put a hand on his hips –"and you may do so while we look for this girl's mother"- which remind him –"what is your name?"- Bilbo asked turning to the girl with a smile. –"Olivia"- she said with a tiny voice, Bilbo smiled, he opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the screams of humans as they started running towards him, he couldn't see what they were running from but apparently the guards did, getting a hold of Bilbo and Olivia they said they had to go.

Trying to keep up with an elf might have been the hardest thing Bilbo has ever done, they were agile, strong, and really fast. They were moving through Dale getting as far away from the enemy as they could. Gazing behind him, Bilbo could see it was an army of orcs attacking the city and monsters climbing the walls. The girl was crying softly beside him, he squeezed her hand briefly and continued to keep up with the elves.

-"Olivia!"- The shout was heard behind them, stopping in his tracks Bilbo turned to look at the woman, she was of middle stature and round in the middle her clothes seemed like they had been through better days and she was dirty like everyone else. –"Mama!"- Olivia let go of his hand and went running to her mother hugging her and burring her face in her stomach. She looked up to them and nodded her head in thanks, Bilbo smile and titled his head before he was grabbed by the hand again by one of the guards.

-"We need to go"- the guard said but then had to let go of Bilbo's hand as he and his companion attacked a group of orcs coming their way. Pulling Bilbo behind him the elf used his own body as a shield preventing the orcs from getting to him, Bilbo knew he would be of not much help, but if he could help then he would. Taking stink out Bilbo sliced across the face of an orc that had wanted to attack the Elf behind his back. The two guards and Bilbo where back to back as they fight it the coming orcs trying to get to them, there were too many, they had to get out of there or neither of the three would make it.

The guards seemed to think the same thing because they started moving forward Bilbo in the middle doing what little he could to help. They keep advancing when one of the guards yelled out in pain, the blade of an orc had pierced through his armor on his side, he fell down to his knees holding his side, Bilbo run to his side as the other elf killed the orcs getting to close to them.

-"You are going to be alright"- Bilbo told him putting a hand on his shoulder –"are you able to walk?"- The elf nodded he straight it up and pulled out the blade grunting in pain. Bilbo had to look away as blood pureed out his injury, standing up Bilbo helped him getting up his small hands on his waist trying to steady him, he let the elf put his hands on his shoulders to balance himself, when Bilbo was sure the elf would not fall he let go of him but stayed close by. The other elf was still fighting with the orcs but he was quickly being out run, suddenly the elf let go of Bilbo, pulled him back and as fast as lighting killed an orc ripping his head out of his shoulders. Bilbo could see his side was still bleeding and he was slightly bend over his side, his moves were a bit more slow not as swift as before. They started to move again but everywhere they went a group of orcs would be there, men and even women were fighting, killing as much orcs as they could, the corpses of dead people keep increasing, orcs, women, men, children, all laying dead on the group. There was too much blood, too many causalities, Bilbo felt dizzy swaying in his feet, -"No! You are a Took! You can do this Bilbo"- Bilbo mentally told himself, he keep helping the elves but there was only so much he could do, finally after what felt like hours the orcs keep decreasing in number until finally there was no more

Looking around he noticed the army of men that had left to Erebor had arrived along with part of the army of elves, they had helped defeat the orcs, there were still a few remaining but they were quickly being killed by the elves and men. The orcs had attacked two places at the same time, Erebor and Dale clearly thinking the three armies of elves, dwarves, and men would not join forces and fight against them. Bilbo had an idea of just who would be leading such an army, and he had met him before, Azog. Bilbo found a safe place where to rest taking the hand of the injured elf he lead him to the spot and told him to sit down.

-"what is your name?'- Bilbo asked gently, giving a soft smile. The elf took his mask out and smiled back, he had beautiful forest green eyes, his skin a soft glowing pale, that seemed soft if one where to touch it. Bilbo found himself comparing him King Thranduil, he was nowhere near as beautifully breathtaking as his King but he was beautiful no the less.

-"My name is Seron"- His voice was gentle, kind and like the sound of wind-bells, he smiled –"Well Seron you are going to be alright, I promise just try to hold on yes?"- Bilbo turned to look at the other guard to see him gone, he stood up looking around in circles, where could have the guard gone to? Looking back down to the elf he saw him grinning at him, Bilbo was confused as to what Seron could be grinning about. Seeming to read his mind the elf pointed with his head behind Bilbo, turning his neck to see Bilbo saw King Thranduil with five guards behind him, the last one Bilbo recognized as his escort.

The moment Thranduil registered where the orcs where heading he was on the move. Gently squeezing his tights Thranduil lead his Elk over to Dale, the moment he arrived at the entrance Orcs tried to attack him, Thranduil easily killed them cutting their heads off, his only objective in mind was to get to Bilbo. An arrow made his mount fell, doing a swift motion Thranduil manage to roll pausing for a second before attacking but his mind was somewhere else. He could feel his mate presence in here, where? He didn't know, but he will find him of that he was sure, as he started advancing Thranduil killed as many orcs as he could, especially does that dared get on his way to Bilbo. Only a few minutes had passed when Thranduil notice a quarter of his army heading hurriedly to Dale in the company of the men, soon the number of orcs started decreasing and Thranduil advanced toward the center of the city, he barely paid attention to the four elves that had taken over as his escort, he just kept walking only one priority in his mind. He could still feel Bilbo which was a good sign as it meant he was still alive. He didn't doubt the integrity of his elves in protecting the Halfling but he did doubted Bilbo in following orders, even if those orders were to save his life.

He was interrupted out of his thoughts by the arrival of Dagnir, one of the elf he had assigned to protect Bilbo, coming to a stop in front of King Thranduil he bowed his head in respect before speaking –"My King, the Halfling is safe, Seron has been injured and the Hobbit has stayed with him over by the end of the city"- Thranduil felt a rush of relief, he knew his Hobbit was alive but actually having confirmed was another, he tried not to let any of those emotions show though. That's when he registered another part of what Dagnir said, Bilbo had stayed with Seron by his own choice, a strange feeling of jealously washed over him which then turned to anger.

-"Lead me to them"- Thranduil ordered his voice hard, Dagnir bowed his head and turned to lead the way. When they neared to where Bilbo was Dagnir moved to the back, letting their King take the front. Thranduil saw Seron grinning at Bilbo and then pointing his head towards them, Bilbo turned and saw them, a huge smile across his face as he walked over to them.

-"King Thranduil, thank Valdar for coming, Seron has been injured please help him"- Bilbo stared up at the King's eyes silently pleading to him for his help.

-"Nestor, heal him"- said elf stepped forward and bowed before going to Seron, Bilbo following close behind. He knelt at his side being careful in not interrupting the Healer's work. Seron gasped when Nestor put his hands in his side, Bilbo toke hold of his hand, his eyes full of worry. Thranduil had to look away clenching his jaw, he was trying to control his temper, that elf had manage to get the attention of Bilbo in just a small period of time. He knew Hobbits were kind creatures, always caring more for other people than themselves but that did not mean he was comfortable watching that happen and even less when it was someone else and not him that he was worried about.

-"My Lord, Seron has been healed, it will take a while for the pain to go away but the wound it's not open anymore"- said Nestor standing up and bowing to the Elvenking. Thranduil looked down to see that Bilbo was looking off into the distance, following his line of sing he realized he was looking as Thorin, his nephews, and one other dwarf were going up the mountain to Ravenill.

-"What is he doing?"- He heard Bilbo ask to no in particular, Thranduil looked back down to Bilbo only to see the same glint of worry in his eyes, again for someone who was not him and a dwarf none the less.

-"Do you know where Gandalf is?"- Bilbo asked looking up at him with wide eyes, he noticed he was still holding Seron's hand, Thranduil wondered if he even knew what he was doing.

-"I do not, Master Baggins"- Just as King Thranduil said this the voice of Gandalf has heard calling him.

-"My Lord! Disperse this force to Ravenhill, the dwarf are about to be over run. Thorin must be warned"- Gandalf looked distressed, from the corner of his eye, Thranduil saw Bilbo get up and went to stand between them looking from one to the other.

-"By all means warn him, I have spent enough elvish blood in defense of this in curse it land. No more!"- Thranduil made to leave but the voice of Bilbo stopped him.

-"I'll go"- Thranduil looked at him surprise, and he was not the only one.

-"Don't be ridicules. You never make it"- Gandalf said a bit of fear tinting his voice, this made Thranduil look at him, the wizard did care about the Halfling.

-"Why not?"- Bilbo was looking determined in going. –"Because they will see you coming and kill you"- Gandalf tried to reason with him.

-"No they won't"- Everyone looked doubtful at this. –"They won't see me"-

-"It is out of the question"- Thranduil couldn't help himself in saying, he would not let his Hobbit die –"I will not allow it"- Bilbo looked up at him and give a small smile.

-"I'm not asking for any of you to allow it"- He said this looking over at Gandalf and Thranduil, with that he give them a last look before turning and running away disappearing out of sing behind a broken column.

Gandalf looked at Thranduil for help but there was not much he could do, he was torn between going to the aid of his Love and what was best for his kin. He could not ask his kin to risk their lives for him and a Halfling when so many had already given up their lives.

Looking at one of Signir he commanded him to gather his forces, the elf followed the order immediately taking out his horn from his armor and blowing it, the sound resounding through the city, Thranduil then looked at Nindir commanding him forward.

-"Lead this forces back to Mirkwood, take the injured with you, let Nestor heal as much of them as he can but do not let him waste him energy. Once you are back to Mirkwood they can be tent properly, let the ones in the battle field I will take care of them"- Nindir was one of his wisest elf he trusted him with almost everything, if someone had to take notice of his new predicament it had to be him. Nindir gazed at his King's wrist questioningly, his eyes widening slightly at his confirmation before giving a small smile and nodding his head once Nindir bowed and started to follow his orders. –"If you see my son, tell him to go with you, he may take Tauriel if he wish to"- Thranduil said his gaze far away as he wondered for his son's wellbeing.

The exchange did not go unnoticed by Mithrandir who looked at Thranduil with surprised eyes. Thranduil avoided his gaze as he went the opposite way of his army, the wizard following close behind. Together the two killed any orc that crossed their way, they soon got to the battle field and Thranduil saw as his elves kept fighting never stopping.

-"Radagast"- Gasped Gandalf as he saw the brown wizard bring with him the eagles, Thranduil saw as from one of the eagles fell a creature bigger than any other in midair the creature transform into a huge bear immediately killing going against the new group of orcs that had been ready to join battle. The eagles soon started helping in decreasing the number of the enemy, victory was soon approaching, although there would be no feast to celebrate for many elf, men, and dwarf blood had been spilled at the hands of the horrendous creatures.