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.


Chapter 17

Karah had arrived just in time to see Jordan attack Azog and Fili fall to the ground. She did not wait for Thorin, Dwalin, or Bilbo to act. She apparated across the frozen river right next to Fili. He was not breathing and there was huge hole in his chest. Her vision was coming true. Snapping into action, she pulled out her wand and remembered the spell she looked up and studied. "Vulnera sanentur. Vulnera santentur. Vulnera santentur." She watched before her eyes the blood flow so way down, clear away residue from the wound, and the skin heal back together. A moment later, Fili's lungs filled with air and his heart began beating. Karah took a deep breath herself and was so grateful she found that spell and showed it to her sister and cousin. "Fili? Fili can you hear me?"

Fili's eyes fluttered open, he was hoping to see Jordan or his brother with him. "Karah?"

"Where are you hurt?"

"Everywhere." He struggled. "Kili? Jordan?"

"Try to move your arms and legs. Gently." Karah ignored the question. She quickly looked around and saw that they were alone. Kili was here a moment ago, and was about to call out to him when she heard an explosion overhead. She quickly covered Fili's body with hers, and cast a shield charm to stop any debris from falling on them.

Once the rocks stopped falling, Fili spoke. "Karah, it hurts to breath. I think I broke some ribs, my shoulder, arm, and leg on my left side. And my head is killing me."

"Ferula," Karah charmed bandages and splints over every part of him that was broken. Then she pulled out a bottle with a small decorative skull as the topper. "This is going to taste awful, but you must drink it. It will heal all of your broken bones, but it could take a little while." She helped hold his head up so he could drink.

Fili sipped the potion carefully as not to spill. Karah was right, it was the most disgusting thing he had ever tasted. He started coughing, which caused him excruciating pain from his ribs. As soon as he stopped, Karah helped him drink more. It took a few times for him to swallow all of it.

"Are you bleeding anywhere?"

"Not severely. Just some small cuts here and there." Fili answered labored. He could feel the effects of the potion start to work, but they were not pleasant. Karah was glaring at him because she thought he was not being truthful. "I promise I'm not bleeding. Just the broken bones and headache. Ow! That one hurt! I thought magic would make the pain go away?"

Karah felt better to hear him complain. That meant he would be fine. "I'm sorry, sometimes magic doesn't work that way. Once your bones have healed, you should be back to normal."

"Fili! Karah!" Balin yelled as he carefully ran across the frozen river.

"He's alive, Balin. He will be just fine." Karah reassured him.

Balin knelt down next to her to look him over. "By my beard, I can't believe it. How did you do this?"

"Skele-Gro potion," Karah picked up the bottle to show him. "Balin, he can't stay here. He needs to get to Nicole in the infirmary. She can finish seeing to his injuries."

"Of course. Help is on the, laddie."

"Where are Jordan and Kili?" Fili asked again.

"I'm going to go find them." Karah stood up and pulled out her broom. "Take care of yourself, Fili. Listen to my sister or you will regret it. I'll bring them both back to you."

Fili lifted his good arm and grabbed her hand. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to you marrying my brother and calling you my sister. Take care of yourself."

"I will." Karah promised and gave herself some room to mount her broom and take off.

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Cursed Jordan stalked around the towers looking for Azog. Every time an orc found her, she would shoot it with fire just hear it scream, then kill it. She walked on their bodies and enjoyed listening to the remaining air leave their lungs when she let her full weight press down on their chests. Out in the open, she could hear battle cries and swords clanging together. She hoped it was Azog and wanted to get to him before someone else killed him.

Kili was charging every orc who came across his path. He cut down one and raised his sword to swing but stopped just in time. It was Jordan, but it wasn't. She looked how he felt, like a demon killing machine. "Jordan? What happened to you?" She looked at him, only she was looking past him, not really seeing him.

"Kili! Jordan!" Karah's voice screamed for them. "Where are you?"

Jordan dipped her head to listen for her cousin behind her, before she continued to walk past Kili. An orc climbed up over a while and jumped down in front of her. She killed it without hesitation. Another came closer to Kili and he cut it down.

"Karah!" Kili called back to her. "I'm coming!"

"Karah! Kili! Jordan!" another voice called from even further away.

"Tauriel?" Karah guessed.

Soon, the small courtyard where Jordan and Kili were standing was being overrun with orcs. They both fought and killed every beast who dared attack them. Karah and Tauriel must have found each other and fighting together in the lower levels. Kili could tell Jordan was right behind him as he leaped down onto the back of a large grey orc. Kili and Bolg fight back and forth while Tauriel tried to right herself. She had been knocked down, her vision blurred, and could barely tell who was who. She picked the larger of the two to jump on it's back. Bolg flung her off easily enough and was about to stab Kili through his armor with the sharp end of his hammer.

Karah recognized this moment from her vision and for the first time in her life she was going to change the outcome. She shot Bolg with a bolt of red light, stunning him, and saving Kili from the deadly blow. Unfortunately, the heavy hammer fell from the creature's hand and landed on Kili, knocking him unconscious.

Jordan was on the level above all of them, and used her fire to burn Bolg's head and shoulders. She heard him cry out in agony and she smiled at his pain. Tauriel jumped to her feet and grabbed him around his neck in hoped to strangle him. He deflected her and tried to throw her over the cliff, but she held on tight. She spun around, landed her feet on the stone structure, then pushed both of them over the side of the cliff.

"Tauriel!" Karah screamed and ran to the side of the cliff.

Jordan was already gone. Making her way down the stairs after them, intending to kill the orc spawn and save her friend.

Karah went back to Kili to check him for injuries. His nose was broken, he probably had a concussion, and he was still unconscious. She took the chance and pointed her wand at his face. "Episkey."

The nose snapped back into place and Kili woke with a start. "Agh!" he yelled in pain and gripped his face.

"I'm sorry," Karah apologized. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"Just my head, it feels like it was split open." Kili answered. "What are you doing here? You promised you would stay in the mountain."

"I made no such promise." Karah reminded him. "I just agreed it was a good idea at the time. Times have changed."

"You need to get back there. I can't lose you too." Kili begged and held her hand tightly.

"You haven't lost anyone yet, my love. Fili lives! He's already in the infirmary with his broken bones healing nicely."

"He's alive?"

"Yes, Balin brought him back to the mountain after I gave him a potion to heal him."

"Thank Mahal!" Kili's joy was quickly replaced by horror. "I have to throw up!" He rolled away from her as far as he could and hurled his guts out.

Karah guessed right. "I think you have a really bad concussion. I need to get you to the Infirmary."

"No, I can still fight!"

Karah doubted it, but helped him stand up. "Okay, walk a little."

Kili took two steps before he became dizzy and would have fallen over if Karah had not caught him. He wanted to throw up again, but he was able to calm himself. "I was wrong."

"Glad you came to that conclusion on your own." Karah pulled her broom out climbed on. "I'm sorry that I don't have a better way to get you back to the mountain. But we can't wait for Balin to come back and if I apparate, it could be even worse for your concussion."

Kili only nodded as he got on the broom behind her. "I'll try not to vomit on you."

"I appreciate that. Now hold on tight!"

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Jordan looked around and found Tauriel on a demolished landing with a path of stairs through it. Bolg was on the other side and quickly getting his wits back. She apparated to the high point directly in the middle to defend her friend from the orc.

Bolg sneered and taunted her, "your friends are all dead. Too bad you won't be joining them. Azog wants you alive."

Jordan cocked her head to one side and the curse spoke for her, "That's very sweet of him."

She shot fire at his face and he quickly dodged it. Pointing her wand at him, she tried to stun him to hold him still but he jumped out of the way a second time. Annoyed, she disapparated in front of him and apparated behind him, kicking him in the back. He fell flat on his face, and came back up swinging his club. He hit her in right shoulder and would have shattered the bone if the curse had not protected her. She still fell off the small hill and landed next to the unconscious Tauriel.

The curse was still at work and started to choke the air out of Bolg's lungs. He could not move to get any closer to Jordan. All he could think about was being able to breathe again so he could capture her, but the ground shook and some kind of stone bridge landed next to him. He was able to turn his head and see that a tower had fallen and created the bridge. The blond elf he fought in Laketown standing on the other side waiting for him. He put the witch out of his mind for now, wanting to kill the elf scum first. Because he chose a different target, the curse released him from the choke hold and he attacked Legolas.

It took Jordan a while to be able to stand up after Bolg clubbed her. By the time she came too, Legolas had thrown Orcrist and saved Thorin from being killed by an orc on the frozen river. Bolg jumped out of the stone rubble he was buried under and attacked Legolas again and again. The tower they were standing on was quickly crumbling beneath their feet, and Legolas only had one dagger left. He heaved forward to stab him, but Bolg caught his arm and held him tight.

Jordan sadistically pulled out her wand, Sectumsempra.

The curse sliced Bolg in his back where his armor did not cover. It distracted him enough to let go of Legolas. He jumped up on Bolg's shoulders, stabbed and twisted the blade for good measure, killing the orc.

Legolas found Jordan guarding Tauriel. He was unsure of what to make of her and the consuming curse. He witnessed what it was capable of and he found himself missing her beautiful tattoos she had decorated her body with. He approached carefully as not to startle her and she held up a palm to him. He worried she would shoot fire at him until she moved and pointed to Tauriel. He understood and left her alone to check his friend for injuries.

Jordan hesitated for a moment before leaving. Tapping into the magic from the curse, she spoke in black speech to Legolas knowing he would understand. "Tell her before it's too late, Longlegs." Then she looked across the frozen river where Thorin was fighting for his life and apparated to the river bank.

Tauriel's head was pounding when she finally opened her eyes. It was difficult to make out the figures through the blurriness. Trying to pick herself up was more difficult than she expected. She hurt all over like she had fallen off a cliff.

"…riel!" a voice called out.

Turning towards the sound, she heard it again.

"Tauriel!" Legolas gently picked up her head and rested it on his lap. "If you can hear me, please answer."

"I hear you." She answered then coughed. She rolled over on to her side away from him to rid her mouth of the terrible taste.

"Was that blood?" Legolas asked even though he already knew the answer. His heart sank because if she was bleeding internally, help would not arrive in time.

"Yes, I bit my tongue and cheek." Tauriel laid back on him to rest. "I promise I'm fine. Just sore everywhere. Nothing feels broken either."

"Are you certain?"

She nodded carefully as her head still hurt. "I imagine I'll be quite black and blue when this is over."

"You did fall out of a tower and down a mountain side."

"That explains a lot."
"Do you not remember?"

"I do. I was just being facetious." She softly smiled up at him. Taking his hand, she nuzzled it close to her cheek. All she wanted was to savor this moment.

Legolas gently moved hair out of her face and stared down at her. He loved her so much. "Tauriel, I've wanted to tell you for so long. I love you. It was never the right moment before and with everything going on right now, it's probably inappropriate to do so. But I don't want to part from you while we are at war without you knowing what I feel."

She reached her other hand up to his cheek and held his face softly. "I love you too."

"When this is over, I'm going tell my father that I want to marry you. I don't care what he says. If he doesn't lift your banishment, I will leave his kingdom and join you wherever you will go."

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Thranduil had searched through the destroyed tower looking for his son. He was desperate to find Legolas and leave this cursed land for good. He had seen too many dead elves in one day and was not sure if he could handle losing him. With each step he took searching through Ravenhill, his heart fell further into despair. Dead orcs littered the ground, with no sign of Legolas. He rounded the corner and found the young witch, Karah, kicking off the ground on her broomstick and fly away with the younger dwarf prince behind her. He went on searching, deciding to make his way back down to look elsewhere, when he heard soft voices. He followed the noise and climbed up a small hill of stairs and saw what his heart longed for.

Legolas was sitting on the ground, with someone's head in his lap. His back was to Thranduil, so they did not notice his presence and he witnessed this heartfelt moment. He was so relieved to see his son alive and for the most part unharmed. Wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around Legolas, he walked faster up the stairs and heard the conversation.

It was Tauriel who spoke loving words to Legolas, holding his hand and his cheek. They confessed their love for each other, wanting to always be together. It was incredibly hard for Thranduil to hear his son speak of leaving him, willing to throw away everything for a Silvan elf. He did not know who he preferred his son to marry as he has yet to actually meet someone worthy of his lineage. He did not dislike Tauriel; yes, he had her banished. But she committed a crime against him and his kingdom. Up until that point, he admired her skill and knowledge as a warrior and a captain of his guard. She had proven herself to him and his people time and time again.

Taruiel held both of Legolas' hands and kissed the back of one of his palms. "I can't ask you to forsake your people and your home, my love. I don't know what will happen now that I am banished."

Thranduil spoke up, "I do."

Both young elves turned to him and the fear and dread was all over their faces. Clearly, they both would rather take on another army of orcs that be in Thranduil's presence right now.

Legolas stood and then helped Tauriel to her feet. "Father, I love her. I will not be parted from her. I cannot and will not return to Mirkwood without her."

Thranduil could not keep the sadness from his face. "Where will you go?"

"I don't know," Legolas stood straighter and even more confident knowing he would have Tauriel with him.

"Go north. Both of you. Go and find the Dúnedin. There is a young Ranger you should meet." Thranduil promoted, then looking directly at Tauriel. "You are no longer banished, Captain."

Tauriel let out a small gasp of air. Placing a hand over her heart and bowing, "Thank you, my king."

Legolas also smiled and took her hand. "What is this Ranger's name?"

Thranduil had to hold back his displeasure with their affection, "in the Wild he is known as Strider. You must discover his true name for yourselves. His father, Arathorn, was a good man. His son, might be a great one."

Both the younger elves nodded their understanding of the vague answer. There were many things they would have to discover and work out for themselves. They were about to leave when Thranduil stopped them.

"This is will take some getting used to for me," the elf king explained, still eyeing the hand holding. "Taruiel, may I please have a moment alone with my son?"

"Of course." She bowed one last time before carefully descended the stairs.

Legolas braced himself for a lecture and readied to stand behind his words. "Father, I'll not change my mind about Tauriel."

"I know," Thranduil understood. "That's not what I want to tell you. I came to Erébor to reclaim the necklace I had made for your mother. It has always been a source of great disappointment and anger to never have been able to give her. To me, they were a source to remember her by; to have some part of her with me again. I did not care who or what got in my way. After all this fighting and bloodshed, the thing I should have been satisfied with is you. She gave me you, and I have treasured you more than anything. I just should have expressed that to you better. Legolas, she loved you more than anyone, more than her own life. And it is the same for me."

"Are you trying to convince me to stay."

"Possibly. I want to be in your life. However, I know you need to go. One of the many other things I should have done was heeded Gandalf's warnings. And I'm trying to listen to him now. Go and find the Dúnedin. I will be in Mirkwood anxiously waiting your return."

It took Legolas a minute to taken in everything his father told him. "I will return to you." Placing his hand over his heart and bowed, he turned to leave.

Thranduil knew he had done the right thing. But his heart felt like a hole had been dug out it. Feeling his eyes fill with tears, he quietly scolded himself, promising he could fall apart later when he was alone. For now, he needed to keep it together. His people were counting on him to stand strong and he needed to show them strength in this rough time. He was prepared to watch his son leave, but was astonished when Legolas wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Neither of them said a word. Hugging was not a common tradition among adult male elves. Showing emotion like this was common with young children, or in extreme situations such as this. This embrace was not just an expression of love. It was also reconciliation as only a father and son would understand. They both had much to work through, and they would probably disagree on many things. However, there would never be any doubt of love. They parted ways, Thranduil returning to the valley, Legolas to Taruiel, knowing their relationship was salvaged.

Tauriel had walked far enough away so she would not hear their private conversation. If Legolas wanted her to know, he would tell her. She found small section of the river where the ice had broken away from the edge and decided to take some time to wash away the blood and dirt from her hands, arms, and face. Gloves would have come in handy to pick up a small piece of ice and hold it to where her head ached.

"How are you feeling, Tauriel?" Legolas approached. He saw what she was doing and decided to do the same thing.

"I'm fine. Just soar. I fear I may not move as quickly as normal. However, I am able to defend myself against an adversary."

Once they were both as clean as they were going to get, they stood up and readied themselves to leave. Legolas took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. She smiled at him, before stepping to him and softly kissed his lips. She had to be careful, her mouth was still sore from accidently biting her tongue and cheek. Both of them had dry, chapped lips. And their hands and faces were still cold from the frozen water. It might not have been the romantic first kiss they always dreamed of. But they had the rest of their lives to keep trying. Their joy would never cease and together, they would face the world.