A/N: To justme~I read that melamin means "My love" in elvish, and I intended for Tauriel to call Draco "my love". Of course I may be wrong (definitely not going to claim expertise when it comes to elvish) but it did come up as that on the internet when I searched it...although it is the internet so...Anyways-

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"Impedimenta! Expelliarmus! Diffindo!" Draco was thrilled. Despite the fact that he was yet again fighting in another bloody war, he was immeasurably happy to have been reunited with Tauriel again.

He had loped cheerfully after a sulking Bilbo, led by Gandalf, back into the elves' camp. There he had met up with Tauriel, and he was pleased when she cracked a rarely seen grin. He grinned back.

His joy was dampened a bit when he noticed the blonde haired elf prince emerge from the tent as well and stood beside Tauriel. No matter what Hermione insisted that Legolas was a good elf, and that he would be of great aid to Middle Earth, Draco couldn't help but be a little irked by him. This guy had spent centuries with Tauriel while Draco only had a few stolen moments.

Legolas had immediately briefed the new arrivals on the situation of the orcs and their whereabouts. Unfortunately, they were almost right on their doorstep. Draco was assigned along with Tauriel and Legolas to protect King Thranduil. They would be standing on the high ledges and shooting arrows (and in Draco's case: spells) down towards the oncoming orcs.

This had seemed like a pretty good plan, but the orcs were too many and they soon climbed up to where the elves were.

Hex. Block. Duck. Curse. The pattern was ever repeating. Draco blocked an arrow sent flying his way and quickly decapitated the offending orc.

Occasionally, he would glance over at Tauriel to make sure she was doing alright, but these looks were short lived. Once he cut down one orc, another would take its place.

Down below, he saw a flash of bushy brown hair and a flash of light, before all the orcs around Hermione would fall down, dazed. Then the dwarves would pick them off while they were still weak. Draco snorted, of course Hermione would know of some spell that did things he'd never even dreamed of.

Unbeknownst to her however, as she was busy engaging in a duel with an orc, another had snuck up on her and raised its sword above her head.

"Granger!" Draco bellowed.

She glanced up at him and her eyes widened in shock as she saw the giant orc astride a warg towering over her.

"Stupefy!" He cried out desperately and pointed his wand at the warg.

The warg toppled over when the beam of red light hit him. This shook Hermione out of her frozen stupor and she quickly disposed of the orc.

She shot him a grateful glance and continued to fight. Draco stunned a few more orcs that had tried to creep up on him. As the battle went on, Draco found that his limbs were slowing down, and his throat sore from shouting all those spells. His head felt twenty pounds heavier, and oh how he longed to just shut his eyes for a couple of seconds. Slowly, his arms and legs became sluggish, and because of that, he had acquired a few nicks and bruises along with his robes becoming completely torn.

In a moment of sheer stupidity, he had refused the armor offered to him and opted to go with no protection besides his already ripped robes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He berated himself as he was thrown back a few feet by an orc who had rammed its body into him. His head snapped back and the world spun as stars danced across his vision.

The orc advanced on him, leering its disgusting teeth, before a purple spell hit it directly in the chest. It stared in shock at Draco for a moment before erupting in flames.

Hermione stood before him with wide eyes and she mouthed for him to get up. He willed his lethargic body to slowly heave himself off the dusty ground.

"Rennervate!" Hermione pointed her wand briefly at him and his head cleared up.

But clearing his head also made him aware of every cut and abrasion on his body. Just small nicks, he assured himself. He continued to fight.

There was a roar and a deafening clang. Draco looked up, startled, and his breath caught when he saw Thorin laying on the ground clasping his arm. Azog the Defiler stood above him with a satisfied smirk on his face. Twin shouts of rage distracted Azog from delivering the final blow to Thorin.

Two forms launched themselves towards Azog, and hovered protectively over their uncle's broken body.

"No!" Draco heard Hermione shriek as she started to run towards them.

"Hermione!" Draco called. Bloody hell that witch was going to get herself killed! She couldn't take on the bloody Pale Orc all on her own.

Before Draco could chase after her, the ground shook. An enormous black spider was sweeping through the masses of bodies and heading towards…Thranduil. Draco swallowed. He was charged to protect Thranduil at all costs.

Legolas was distracted by the giant orc he was fighting, and it didn't look like either would be emerging anytime soon. Draco glanced at Tauriel, and despite the terror for her life, his heart swelled in pride and admiration when he saw that she was fiercely battling five orcs, each easily twice her size. And that meant that the only one of the three charged to protect Thranduil that was currently unoccupied would be him.

Bloody hell, he swore as he began shoving his way towards the spider that seemed to only have eyes (eight of them) for Thranduil. Draco tried to shout to warn Thranduil but his voice was lost in the din of the battle. The spider crept steadily closer, its gleaming fangs bared.

At last Draco cut down the last orc in his path and dove towards Thranduil knocking him out of the way of the spider's deadly sharp stinger. The spider shrieked and reared up in fury.

Legolas turned around and stared in horror at the spider and his father laying on the ground. However his moment of distraction cost him dearly as the orc he was fighting landed a heavy blow, sending him flying. Tauriel tried in vain to shoot arrows at the advancing spider, but they all either missed or made no difference, as she too was already engaged in an intense fight.

"Arania Exumai!" Draco yelled, but the spell only angered the spider more.

It hissed at Draco and revealed its foot long fangs. Draco tripped over a dropped shield and tumbled to the ground. The spider now loomed directly over him. It made to drive its fangs into him, but Draco shouted one last spell in a last ditch attempt.

"Avada Kedavra!" The flash of green blinded him and his arm shook with the sheer force behind the spell. The spider gave one last screech before toppling directly on top of Draco.

And plunging its fangs into his stomach.

A/N: Dun...dun...dun... Leave a review with your thoughts! Thanks!