Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Harry Potter or the Hobbit. All properties therein are those of their creators. I am only a writer working on my skills with worlds and characters that I love.

Note: Thank you all for the support shown to this story and my last chapter. This will end the main story of the Hobbit, but a few bridging chapters will come after to expand the world before I start on the sequel story taking place in the LOTR.

Note: "Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul" means "I spit on your grave" in the Dwarven tongue.

Chapter Sixteen - The Battle For The Mountain

Harry woke the next morning feeling like a god. How could he not with a naked Tauriel clinging to him like a body pillow as she continued to snooze, letting out cute little snores as she did. She looked so peaceful there, and though battle was to come in but a few hours, he didn't think he'd want to be anywhere else. For a while he stayed as he was, simply watching her doze until at least she began to stir, opening her eyes and smiling warmly at him.

"Good morning, Harry."

"Good morning, Tauriel."

"Last night was amazing." The elf purred as she wrapped herself closer around her lover.

"Yes, it was." Harry kissed the nape of her neck, "Who knew elvish women were so… ecstatic in the bedroom?"

"Only for our mates, Harry. Which means I will only ever be that way for you." She stretched against him and said, "The battle will be coming soon, won't it?"

"Yes, so we should probably start getting ready."

"In a little while. I want to enjoy this time with you a bit longer."

Two Hours Later

A fully armored Tauriel and a longcoat wearing Harry happily made their way to the main hall of Erebor hand in hand where the others were already waiting for them in their own enchanted armor. Fili stood uncomfortably at their head in plate mail with his great hammer resting on his shoulder.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Balin grinned at the pair, "I imagine that bed of yours was just too warm to leave at any reasonable hour?"

"That is it exactly." Harry answered with a similar grin before gesturing to the balcony overlooking the sealed entrance. That had been one of the first things they'd cleared so that they'd have a vantage point of the battlefield. "Shall we peruse the field?"

"We shall."

Shelob was waiting for them under the dawning sky, and as the sun rose behind her Harry conjured his usual wide brimmed hat to shield his face from the burning glow, and offered a second to her that was readily accepted. "How's their progress, Shelob?"

She bowed to her liege and answered, "According to my children, the landworms started creating their passage around midnight of last night. By their estimates, the force should break through the ground into the valley below within the next few minutes."

"Hm," Harry mused, "I guess my habit of arriving just in time for fights continues to this day." He and the others gathered to view the ground below.

Gandalf spoke up, "Have you placed the portkey summons in the appropriate places?"

"Yes, old man, I took care of that yesterday. All that remains now is to wait."

"The worst part." Tauriel muttered, to the agreement of everyone gathered.

"Yes, but it gives me time to set the scene." Harry raised his hands to the sky and smiled as clouds black as pitch began to gather and rumble. There would be no sun to hamper him or Thorin this day from here on out.

It wasn't long from then before a noise none could place began to sound, and then a section of earth in the distance started drooping and rising before splattering apart to reveal a half dozen writhing monstrosities with gaping maws full of teeth that quickly dived back beneath the earth as soon as they breached it.

"The worms do not want to stay above ground longer than strictly necessary." Shelob explained. "Much like yourself, my lord, the sun is painful for them." The mass of the beings was quite impressive but they were gone again soon enough, leaving only large and dark tunnels in their wake. Dark tunnels that were suddenly full of raging and screaming orcs, barreling down the valley toward the mountain.

"And so it begins." Harry noted, watching their progress with a gleeful expression. "Yes, just keep running this way, you bastards."

On The Field

Azog, the White Orc, stood upon a stone outcropping beside his tunnel and gazed down at the field. His forces were rested, ready, and hungry for dwarven blood. Yes, this was a good day for a battle. Even if it was…. In the day. He took a moment to glare up at the hateful sun before noticing that the sky was actually dark with clouds. That was ominous enough and looking back to his charging forces he realized that something strange was happening.

His orcs and goblins were stumbling on the field, dragging their feet. It was almost as if the ground beneath their feet was soggy. But that made no sense. The weather had been dry for three weeks now. The only thing that would dampen that ground was if the defenders had… "Bolg, call them back!" He ordered his second who stood beside him.

"Huh?" The battered and scarred orc grunted, reminding his commander why he was the one in charge.

"Sound the horn and call them back! Before it's too-" Azog cut off as his attention was grabbed by a sudden glow arcing through the sky and aiming down directly over his men, "late."

Erebor

As Tauriel lowered her bow after firing her arrow, Harry started cackling maniacally. The fiery projectile traced a curved arc through the air before finally landing on the ground in the middle of the oncoming hoard. Then all was chaos as the field erupted into fire and death.

His companions ewed and awed at the sight of what the vampire had spent the last afternoon setting up. A massive blaze had burned out the center of the invading host, while multiple more lines branched out from it in cones, effectively cutting off the dark army's chief advantage, their numbers, as their once great and now decimated host was split into five separate detachments.

Clearing his throat, Gandalf noted, "I enjoy watching orcs and goblins burn as much as the next wizard, but perhaps it is time to call in the others and engage the enemy before they can reform?"

"Wiser words you've not yet spoken, Gandalf." Harry smirked at the annoyed huff from the older man.

"I'm sure I've said at least one or two truly wise comments better than that. Now get to it."

The vampire pulled a series of coins from his pocket and dropped them one at a time from his fingers. As each hit the floor the portkey's issued weeks ago activated and the field of battle changed. In front of the first separated goblin force appeared Dane's dwarven army. Armed, armored, and eagerly ready for slaughter. In front of the second the elves of Mirkwood arrived with bows drawn and swords at the ready. The Guard of Laketown appeared at the third, ready to honor Bard's promise, Beorn in his bear form at the fourth, and at the fifth…

"Is everyone ready?" When he got the affirmatives Harry took one last handful of coins from his coat and simply opened his hand to drop them on the ground.

An instant later Tauriel found herself with the other elves and standing beside Legolas, resplendent in his new, kingly, leaf enameled armor. "King Legolas."

"Lady Tauriel."

They slammed their fists to their chests and then charged into the fray with their brethren.

Harry, the dwarves, and Gandalf appeared ready to face the last goblin brigade. It went without saying that Bilbo had stayed at the mountain. A large-scale battle was no place for a hobbit.

As battle was joined in the other sections, their group seemed to be hesitantly moving towards them, as if confused at the small number of adversaries arrayed against them in particular. They weren't waiting for long as Harry morphed into his draconic state, bone protrusions sliding into place, wings splaying wide to balance his vertical stance, and tail lashing the ground with his inherent eagerness.

{Oh, Harry, promise me you'll kill at least a few with fire?}

'Your wish is my command, Luna.'

Beside him, Fili levered his hammer free, and before the eyes of all the dwarves present, azure energy began to emanate from the weapon up his arms in a manner reminiscent of lightning coursing through his veins. "Let them have it, Fili. Show these fuckers who the king beneath the mountain is." Harry encouraged.

Getting the approving nod from his uncle he raised his still sparking weapon high and bellowed, "Du Bekar!" before charging forth with everyone else on his heels. Contrary to expectations, Fili shot ahead of the others, armor clanking from the motion and blue veins of energy trailing up his hands, neck, and into his face. With a final roar he bunched his legs, shot high into the air, and brought his hammer down like a comet to the earth below. There was a massive boom and from the point of impact a forest of stone spikes shot out of the ground to impale the goblins in the hundreds, spreading fear and chaos in their wake as the dwarves and wizards closed in for close combat.

Dane's Army

The red bearded dwarf stared through the eyelets of his helmet and smirked at the devastation around him. Damn but that vampire created good battlefield conditions. First with his Darktide at Moria and now here with the fire. The initial blast had taken out a whole fourth of the invading host, and now the same walls had constricted the battlefield into optimum conditions for his people's shield wall. A shield wall that was slowly pushing the dark creatures back into those same flames, and hacking them down whenever they came too close. One on one a dwarf beats a goblin anyday. Hundreds of dwarves in full plate on a field that favors them… the enemy never stood a chance.

Legolas' Forces

The elves of Mirkwood had been firing arrows in the hundreds ever since they'd arrived, and that action had almost ended their portion of the fight by now. Each shot was well aimed, and with the orcs and goblins held back by a brigade of great elk cavalry and large shields, a counterattack wasn't really possible.

Tauriel of course had commandeered an elk herself to charge into the fray with that wondrous new sword of hers and now Legolas, once a prince and now a king, was deciding on the best way to aid his Overlord going forward. "Uphrith." He called from his position of command. A slightly more stout elven warrior came forth at his call and banged a gauntleted fist to his chest. "My king." He greeted. On the whole, elves were not big fans of armor, being weighed down by anything really was not enjoyable, but each was well trained in its use.

"Once these scum are dealt with I want our archers on high shots. Aim over the flame walls to cut down on the forces our allies are facing. Meanwhile the cavalry will cut around to aid the Overlord."

"Yes, sir!"

As his subordinate moved off, Legolas' eyes roved back to the conflict, marveling at the sight of Tauriel's crimson hair as she cleaved her way through their fell opponents. That bone sword was something else, and no armor it faced seemed as more than mere paper beneath its sharp bite. All in all it seemed safe to guess that the woman had killed more orcs than any other man or woman in the cavalry… and she'd never looked more alive in all the time he'd known her. Yes, the Overlord had been a truly amazing thing to happen to her, and though he was saddened at her loss, the king was self-aware enough to know that it was probably for the best. Now he could actually begin searching for his own true mate. He flinched for a moment as a spearhead thrust toward Tauriel's heart, but gasped with relief as it merely slid off the armored cuirass and his face was caved in by a bone-sword stab. He dimly made a note to ask his Overlord if he could get one of those.

The Laketown Guard

Bard, taking a short break from his activities at the front lines, stared down from his black horse and watched as his people fought desperately against the hoard of monsters before them. The Guard were not near as swift as elves, nor were they hardy as dwarves, but what they were indeed was stubborn as hell. They'd forced a living out of a scarce laketown, endured wet conditions most of their lives, and always managed to retain their identity as a people. They refused to be cowed by the snarling beasts they faced, and held to the highground with a vengeance.

That being said, his men weren't warriors bred and trained, and they were tiring quickly. If nothing changed they would soon be forced to give up ground if only to let the frontline troops be replaced with fresher faces while they reclaimed their breath. It was just as he was considering giving the order for the relief troops to enter when shouts came from his scouts and he looked to the suddenly darkening sky.

A cloud of arrows had risen from a neighboring section and was raining down upon the enemy. Bard smiled wide at the sight. Elvish arrows. He might need to offer Mirkwood better trading terms when the next contract came due for his wine.

Beorn

Beorn wasn't really thinking about much. He was in his bear form after all. But what he knew was quite simple. Harry was his friend. Harry needed help. And that help involved killing goblins. He realllllllyyyyyy liked killing goblins…. That being said, there were an awful lot of them. More than just one massive beast such as himself to handle. He was just starting to wonder if he was actually outmatched by the comparatively tiny creatures when a series of high pitched howls alerted him to the presence of several packs worth of wolves running across the glenn to his position. It seemed Harry had sent him reinforcements.

The Company of Thorin

The dwarves were rallying around Fili and Thorin as the two of them cut and smashed a bloody swath of death through the enemy. Seeing as how they were doing fine on their own, Harry took wing and began strafing every orc and goblin he could find with dragonfire, much to Luna's ecstatic delight. It was a bit weird getting used to the delay between his gas release and ignition, but he got the hang of it soon enough. The wails and screams of those he passed by were music to his newly pointed ears as he glided on past.

Every now and then he would search out an orc captain, grip them up in his talons and fly them up to a great height before letting them fall to their doom. It bred a certain kind of fear and disorder to make those fuckers worry about who would be next. That being said, he never left his friends for long.

Locating Thorin amidst the fray once more he flew back in, angled himself down, and plowed through a dozen goblins, spearing them with his talons as he did, and sliding to a stop at his side.

"Three hundred and eighty." The draconic man smuggly stated.

"Tch. Two hundred and thirty." Thorin grumbled. "Just you wait, you dragon scaled asshole, I'll beat you yet." Raising Orcrist high, the dwarven vampire rushed back into battle and his brother was hot on his heels.

Battle in the draconic form was a whole new experience, and Harry found himself loving every second of it. It was still a bit awkward to wield a sword with elongated talons, so Gurthang stayed sheathed at his side, but the tradeoff was totally worth it when your entire body became a weapon that could make up for the loss.

His wings snapped out with enough force to shatter bone while their hooked ends latched onto torsos and pulled out entrails. His tail swiped left and right and smashed entire ranks while impaling others. His claws carved through every bit of metal presented against them, and his teeth… well, charred goblin was certainly better than raw.

All around them dark forces screamed with terror, and all around them they died. At first Harry had been worried about letting his small company stand against their own portion of the enemy alone, but the combination of himself, Thorin, and Fili with his hammer kept the bulk of their number focused on them, allowing the others to move freely amongst them and take them out with relative ease. It also helped that Gandalf was proving once more that he was far more than a simple old man. The guy was spinning like a top through goblins, his staff and sword swinging in tandem to remove heads and limbs alike.

But wait, where was Thorin? Gaining a slight breather to glance around, the draconic vampire realized his brother was nowhere to be seen.

Elsewhere

Azog was staring down at the ruin that had become of his army. How, how had this happened. The Great Lord had promised him victory, glory, and an end to the wretched line of Durin. Yet all he had experienced since setting out was defeat after defeat. His warg riders, dead to an orc. The forces at Dol Guldur, decimated beyond salvaging. And now the goblin army of the mountain deeps and his personal forces, routed through a field of flame and a torrent of enemies that had not occupied the field at the time of their arrival. It made no sense, and for all the decades of martial experience held in his mind he could not think of a way to reclaim victory from this mess.

He was just contemplating a tactical retreat back through the worm tunnels when a wet gurgling sound came from behind him. He turned at once, wrist blade and mace leveled to find none other than Thorin Oakenshield, the main target of his hunt, standing across the grass from him with both of his bodyguards dead at his feet. Both of the dwarfs hands were coated with black blood up to the elbows and his sword was sheathed at his side.

Azog was all ready to deliver a snide remark about killing the filth's grandfather and keeping his father as a plaything for over a decade, to enrage his foe and put him off balance, but in the blink of an eye the dwarf charged and lips snapped shut as he swung his mace wildly to drive him off again. When had the dwarf gotten so fast? He took another swing, but faster than he could comprehend, Thorin disappeared, reappeared behind him, grabbed his good arm, and snapped it in half.

Azog howled, and spun to stab him with his wrist blade, only for the dwarf to turn at the last second out of the way and repeat the process. Now full on screaming, delirious with pain, and falling to his knees, Azog only had enough time to lament the injustice of his life, before the bane of his existence gripped his head with both hands and wrenched it free from his shoulders.

The action coated Thorin in his foe's blood but he did not care. He'd done as his brother had suggested, not drawing the conflict out, not bandying words of vengeance and justification, simply letting his greater speed and strength end the conflict before complications could arise. Now it was done, and the monster that had plagued his family for generations was finally gone from the world. For the first time in years, he felt like a clamp that had been upon his heart had released. Whoever said revenge was an empty prospect had clearly never attained it.

But he wasn't yet done. A battle still raged below, and it was time to crush the dark force's spirit once and for all. Running up onto the tallest outcropping with his prize held high, he proclaimed loud enough to be heard across the entire field, "Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!"

The effect was instantaneous: A keening wail of shock, horror, and defeat rose from inhuman throats and the goblins and orcs lost all remaining signs of order and discipline, merely trying to escape the clear fate they saw before them at the loss of their commander. Some even ran into the flames, burning to a crisp in seconds to try and leave the field without facing the enemy spears and swords. Regardless, their efforts served them not.

It was a long afternoon, but by the end the goblins and orcs had been slayed to the last and Harry ended up having to call a veritable army of wolves and scavengers to deal with the dead before they could bring disease.

There was much cheering and backslapping at the victory, and Harry and Company welcomed everyone that had participated in the battle into the halls of Erebor where much gift giving was done amidst a great meal of roasted meat and savory fruits. It was during this time that Harry started making the rounds and greeting everyone independently as Fili accepted oaths of fealty from Dane and the other dwarf lords that had accompanied him. The young dwarf had not planned on becoming king, but now that he was he was clearly trying to make his uncle proud by maintaining a regal bearing.

As proceedings went on Harry made his way amongst several different individuals that caught the eye of both Tauriel and Shelob. Legolas, Prince Dane, Fili, Bard, and Beorn. Each seemed vaguely troubled for a moment before nodding and moving off.

"What was that about, beloved?" Tauriel wanted to know.

"Yes, master," Shelob bobbed her head in agreement, "I can hardly be your spymaster if I am unaware of your activities."

Harry looked between the women for a moment before leading them off into an empty hallway. "Part of it was informing them all of my new home in Dol Guldur. As Overlord of Mirkwood it's important my vassals can find me. Also, I wanted to let Dane and Fili know they had complete freedom to travel through my lands. A good thing too because apparently they want to thank me for all my help over the years by sending a veritable army of masons to rebuild the place from the ground up." Smiling at his elf mate he added, "With your input as well, darling, and Luna's."

"Naturally." The redhead smiled back.

He looked at the beautiful spider and added, "Additionally, Shelob, if you had the opportunity to advance your children physically, mentally, and grant them true individuality over time, would that be something you'd desire?"

The great spider blinked her silver eyes with confusion. "Of course. What mother wouldn't want more for her children?"

"Well, I noticed on my last visit that Dol Guldur has an extensive prison system underground and, thanks to the memories of a long dead specter, I have the knowledge of how to transmute human life to advance magical creatures." Tauriel had some clearly obvious reservations about that statement based on the look on her face so he added, "To that end I've asked Bard, Legolas, and Dane to send me all of their rapists and murderers for that use. They would only be killed anyway or imprisoned for the rest of their lives. At least this way they serve a purpose and cease to be a drain on their resources."

"I-I don't know Harry…" Tauriel cut off as she saw the look of awe and gratitude growing on Shelob's face.

"You would truly use your power to advance my children? You are already getting use from them without doing so."

"But it would make you happy wouldn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Then it's worth it."

"Thank you!" Shelob surprised them all by embracing her lord in a hug before shuffling back and bowing. "I must tell my children the news."

In a blink she was gone and only Tauriel remained. "Promise me it will only be murderers and rapists?"

"Of course. I'm a monster, but I'm not evil."

"That's right." She moved in and kissed his cheek. "My thoughtful, handsome, monster. Come on, let's get back out there. Your adoring subjects and friends are no doubt missing you, and I know Thorin wants to test if he can still get drunk by downing a keg. You'll definitely want to see that."

"I love you, Tauriel."

"And I love you, Harry."

So it was that hand in hand the vampire and the elf returned to the celebration and added their happiness to that of their friends.

The End of The Hobbit

Author's Note:

-I'm planning a couple of smaller bridging chapters between this and the sequel Lord of the Rings story. Just a couple of small things that can show how life goes on in the time jump, that I think are funny, and that will likely introduce a few characters in fun ways.

-These will not be the length of full chapters most likely, but will still be enjoyable.