Chapter Sixteen, The defeat of Azog

"NO!" Kili shouted. "They will not have you I swear it! I'll kill every last one of them if I have to, even if I die trying!" Kili swore beside himself with worry as this war was all for capturing Ninfea and torturing and killing her just for her power. 'No.' He thought. 'I won't let that happen. Not now. Not ever!' Before anymore could be said Bilbo suddenly appeared before them. "You all need to get out of here now!" Bilbo cried in between gasping for breath from his long run up to them.

"What's the matter Bilbo?" Fili asked concerned sharing a worried look with his uncle, brother and Dwalin. "Bolg is bringing another army from Gundabad they will be here any second. We all need to leave!"

"Thorin, I know how much you want to kill Azog for all he's done to you and your family. But is revenge worth the cost of your nephews lives, of your friends lives, of yours?" She be screeched to the stubborn dwarven King.

"No," Thorin realised finally agreeing with the elfling without putting up a fight. "We'll live to see another day. Come!" But as they turned to leave they heard the drums and cries of goblins behind them. "Arm yourselves!" He cried as they all armed themselves preparing to be surrounded. "Get down!" Ninfea cried.

"What?" Dwalin asked confused.

"Get down now!" Ninfea cried as the army came closer to them the rune on her hand glowing. Kili, Fili and Dwalin realised what she was about to do dived to the ground along with Bilbo and Thorin as she once again punched the ground as her magic burst out of her killing the goblins and orcs.

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Legolas and Tauriel were rushing up the hill as fast as they could using the trolls and bats to get them there faster when they saw an explosion caused by Ninfea's magic on top of Ravenhill. "Ninth!" Legolas cried pushing the troll harder making it run into the tower where Azog was hiding. The tower to collapse on impact, Legolas jumped off the troll as it collapsed shooting an arrow into its skull, and onto the falling tower. Azog and what was left of his army escaped the falling tower and rushed towards the group along with Bolg and his army blocking them in against the cliff side.

Legolas ran across the falling tower shooting arrow after arrow trying to stop them from being overwhelmed as Tauriel finally joined them working with Ninfea to swing each other in a circle pushing off the cliff side onto the oncoming orcs cutting them down before they reached the dwarves and hobbit.

Thorin spared a glance at the elfling who he had seriously judged too harshly. He thought she was weak and would be a burden not believing the story she had told them, but her story was true, she was a ferocious warrior and extremely capable of holding her own against the swarm of orcs and goblins. He really should have learned his lesson from judging Bilbo so harshly, well this was not a mistake he would be making for a third time. When this was over and if he survived he owed his nephew and his one the biggest apology.

Soon they were gaining the upper hand helped by Ninfea's magic blasting and killing any that got too close, her bow and arrow firing off rapidly around them, all of them using their swords, Ninfea with two, Tauriel and Bilbo with their daggers and Legolas with his bow and arrow, and switching rapidly between his daggers and bow. Ninfea suddenly cried out in pain as Bolg seeing her as the biggest threat threw her against the cliff side attracting Kili's and Legolas' attention. "NINFEA!" They cried as they rushed towards her as Bolg stood with his double edged hammer ready to stab her in the heart as she lay slumped on the floor magically exhausted and in pain from her likely broken ribs.

Kili and Legolas jumped attacking Bolg before he could kill her but Bolg was able to hold them off rather well as Ninfea watched through bleary eyes trying to get her weak body to cooperate, but as Bolg threw Legolas away from him nearly falling off the cliff if Tauriel and Fili hadn't grabbed him. Bolg seeing the distraction grabbed a distracted Kili pulling him towards Ninfea his double edged hammer hovering above Kili's chest as he connects his eyes with his love. Ninfea's eyes widened in fear and panic raised her hand and with the last of her strength she blasts the hammer away from Kili taking Bolg's arm with it severing his arm at the shoulder causing Bolg to cry out in pain dropping to his knees as he lets Kili go.

With the very last of her strength she sent her sword straight through Bolg's skull into his brain killing him instantly. Satisfied Kili was safe she collapsed to the ground unconscious. "Ninfea!" Kili cried dropping his sword as he fell to his knees besides her pulling her limp body into his arms. He frantically checked for a pulse, letting out a relieved sigh when he found one though it was weaker than it should be. "Ninfea!" He cried again as Bilbo rushed over to him and Ninfea.

"Is she?" Bilbo gasped as tears filled his eyes.

"No she has a pulse but it's weak. She collapsed after she saved me from Bolg!" Kili cried with tears falling down his cheeks like a waterfall. Bilbo let out a sigh of relief as he realised what was wrong with his dear friend who was like a sister to him.

"She'll be okay Kili she's just used up too much magic and the visions always leave her exhausted you saw this in Lake Town, and add in all the fighting...She just needs a few days rest." Bilbo assured.

"So, she'll be okay?" Kili asked to make sure.

"Yes, I promise. I'll stay here to keep an eye on her. You need to help the others." Bilbo promised.

"Where are they?" Kili asked looking around them but he couldn't see them.

"They're fighting Azog and the last of the Orcs up here. The eagles are here along with Biorn and the wizard Gandalf told us about, Radaghast the Brown.

We're winning but you need to help Thorin and Dwalin with Azog. Fili is with Legolas and Tauriel and Ninfea's siblings are on their way to help." Bilbo said pointing to where the Elves were running up the steep slope to his brother with Legolas and Tauriel to where his uncle and Dwalin were fighting Azog but it looked like his uncle was injured as he was favouring his right side. Kili looked back down at Ninfea in his arms as Bilbo pulled something out of her bag and poured it down her throat. "She'll be fine Kili I promise." Bilbo said not looking up from Ninfea as he rubbed her throat encouraging her to swallow. "She told me before what happens when she uses too much magic. This potion I just gave her will help her recover quicker. Now go."

Kili sighed kissing Ninfea's forehead before gently laying her down on the ground and standing up, with one last look at his One he pulled out his sword and rushed to help his uncle and Dwalin. "Kili go back!" Thorin shouted ducking under the mace Azog swung at him, as he saw his nephew charge at Azog dodging the blows from his mace that got stuck in the ice making cracks appear. "No uncle!" Kili disagreed. Seeing his chance he swiped his sword down cutting off Azog's other hand when the mace got stuck in the ice once more. Azog screamed as he fell to his knees his sword arm holding his bleeding arm to his chest. "I will not loose you or your brother now go back to your One!" Thorin ordered facing his stubborn nephew.

"Look out!" Dwalin shouted as he pushed both his King and Prince out of the way as Azog swung at them, the three of them falling to the ice just avoiding the deathly blow by an inch. They rolled onto their backs trying to grasp their swords that had fallen away from them in their fall, to defend themselves as Azog advanced on them his arm raised. As they readied themselves for the deathly blow Azog smiling maliciously at them, he was blasted away from them landing several feet away on his back. The three dwarves looked behind them their mouths falling open in shock at what they saw. Ninfea had regained consciousness and she was shrouded in green and blue light much like her grandmother when she was facing off against Sauron. Everyone stood frozen as they felt the raw power coming off of the elfling as she walked closer to them her clothes blowing behind her as if caught in the wind.

Azog stumbled to his feet with a roar of rage he charged at the elfling no longer interested in destroying the dwarves but with the elfling. As he came closer everyone seemed to hold their breath thinking their friend, their loved one was about to perish before their eyes. But just before his aim struck true Ninfea span in a circle out of the way swiping her hand down as she now stood facing Azog's back cutting his arm off at the shoulder. His cries of pain and anger once more filled the air. Before he could so much as turn towards her she pushed her hand towards him and he was instantly obliterated into nothing more than dust.

As the dust from Azog disappeared the light surrounding Ninfea vanished and she slumped to the ground utterly spent. She seemed to fall as if I'm slow motion as time seemed to stand still, as she was about to hit her head on the thick ice she was caught in the loving strong arms of her eldest brother, Elrhoir. As everyone stumbled back on to their feet rushing over to her two things playing on everyone's minds; the war was over and if Ninfea was alright?