Authors Note: And here we have it. The moment you all have been waiting for :D This is also the last chapter that I'm going to publish until I see the last movie.
Thank you all so much for giving this story so much love and support, I really cannot emphasize just how much that really means to me. I love you all, and without further adieu, enjoy the chapter and I will see you all in three weeks! (Give or take :3) (hands out homemade cupcakes to everyone*

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Hours passed into the day, the sun slowly beginning to fade into the horizon. As the minutes passed, Kili's condition only worsened. His pained shouts echoed through the small house, his companion Dwarves struggling to keep his ever spiking fever to a minimum

Bofur sloppily poured a bowl of steaming hot water that Sigrid had boiled for them, rushing back over to Kili.

"Can you not do something?" Fili glanced over at Oin, desperate to calm his brother's pain.
Oin shook his head, looking at the boy. "I need herbs." He glanced from Fili to Bofur. "Something to bring down his fever."

Sylwen stood near the counter, Bard gathering whatever herbs he could as he placed them down. "I have nightshade. I have feverfew."

"They're no use to me. Do you have any kingsfoil?" Oin asked, shaking his head slightly, using the hot water to clean off Kili's wound, only receiving another pained yell from him.

"No." Bard found it absurd that they asked of it. "Its a weed. We feed it to the pigs." He glanced over at them, confusion written across his face.

Sylwen stood up straight at the mention of it. "Kingsfoil can heal the poison!" She said at the realization.

Bofur turned around, thinking to himself. "Pigs? Weed?" He seemed to put two and two together, nodding. "Right." He turned around to look at Kili. "Don't move." He said, before rushing out of the house.

Lucy, who had been quiet the entire time as she sat with Bain and Tilda across the house, glanced up as the Dwarf rushed out of the house. "I'm not entirely sure how far he can move." She mused to herself, glancing over at Sylwen and Bard.

"I wish I could be more help." Sylwen said, glancing over at Kili as he writhed in pain. She wrapped her arms around herself, her hands tightening around her arms. Feeling a presence behind her, she slowly turned around, finding Bard standing there as she looked up at him.

"It's not your fault." He told her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he pulled her into a hug. "You shouldn't blame yourself for something that's out of your control." Bard rested his chin atop her head, rubbing her back gently.

Sylwen let out a defeated sigh, letting her arms drop before she wrapped them around him, leaning into him. "Still.." She mumbled, letting her eyes fall shut.

Lucy smiled softly, watching them together before she returned her attention to the book in her hands, scooting back as she leaned against the wall, glancing over at Bain before she let herself lean against his shoulder. "Things are gonna work out alright.."

Bain was a bit surprised by her sudden actions, feeling himself tense up a bit before relaxing. "Yeah. It will." He said, letting his arm slide down from his lap as it closed around her hand.

The vibrations reverberated through the ground, echoing from the Lonely Mountain as dust rained down from the roof of the wooden house. Kili's painful yells were the only thing heard as the entire household fell silent, freezing in fear.

"Da?" Sigrid turned around, Tilda inching closer to Sylwen, clearly afraid.

"Its coming from the mountain." Bain said, tearing his gaze away from the window as he looked at his father. Bard stood there quietly, his gaze scanning over his children as they all had the same look of concern and worry. The dragon was coming.

"You should leave us." A voice spoke up, Bard turning his head as he watched the blonde dwarf, Fili, walk over to him. "Take your children and get out of here." Bard pressed his lips together slightly before shaking his head. "And go where? There is no where to go." He said, feeling the threat looming over all of them. And the near hopelessness that came along with it.

"Are we going to die Da?" Tilda's small voice spoke up, looking at her father, her hero, wanting to believe that there was something he could do. Sylwen could see the pained expression on Bard's face as she stepped near him, placing a hand on his arm gently.

"No darling." Bard reassured her, forcing a smile onto his face despite the dire situation at hand. He glanced down at Sylwen, taking her hand into his as he squeezed it gently.

"The dragon, its going to kill us" Tilda pressed on, clutching onto her teddy bear as she looked fearfully up at her father.

Sylwen pressed her lips together at the small girls question, her gaze shifting to Bard as he seemed to have some sort of internal strife, his eyes glancing in her direction momentarily, feeling her heart leap in her chest.

Bard reached up toward the ceiling, grasping onto the pole to which he had just been using to hang things prior.

If there was anytime to use it, now would be that time.

One sharp tug and it detached from the roof, dust and herbs falling down as he held the black iron arrow in his hand, determination shimmering in his brown eyes.

"Not if I kill it first."

Sylwen wasn't expecting to find a black arrow in the hand of the bowman, though she couldn't help the surge of panic that rushed through her body. But it wasn't panic directed toward the safety of Bard, but rather of what was to come.

What?

The familiar throbbing began to latch onto her brain again, causing her to wince slightly as she pressed a hand against her temple, feeling like her memories were a caged beast struggling to break free from captivity. But something continued to hold them back...or rather someone.

The sparkling of gold and the heat of a fire. It was almost as if that fire was starting to lick at her skin, beginning to feel uncomfortably warm as her memories were at the edge of her subconscious, threatening to spread its wings and come crashing down upon her.

"Bain, come with me." Bard spoke up, before looking to his daughters. "You stay here. We'll be back." He told them, kissing them both on the forehead before turning to the door.

"Bard." Sylwen caught his attention before he left, intercepting him at the door as she looked at him, worry glimmering in her emerald eyes.

Bard stopped at the sound of her voice, looking back at the woman, as his grip tightened around the metal arrow in his hand. His gaze took every part of her in, almost as if he was memorizing her image, burning it into his mind as if it would be the last time he would see her.

Despite everything that had happened, and what was to happened, she stayed at his side, never leaving once. Even with her new found memories, she chose to leave it behind to be with him. And it was because of that, that he needed to erase the existence of the dragon from this land. To put her past to rest, so they could start a new life together.

Bard knew he could no longer hide the feelings he held for her. It was something stronger than he could have ever first imagined. It was always Sylwen that laid at the back of his mind, somehow it was her that he thought of before he fell asleep at night. Her shimmering ginger hair, and emerald jewel eyes, leaving a lasting impression on his soul that he now swore to never let go of. He had allowed himself to be at peace with his own past, and was able to fall in love with her.

Without another thought, his hand reached out, grabbing her own as he pulled her tightly against him. His arm slid around her waist, securing her spot as he gazed down at her. He watched as her pale cheeks flushed with color, her green eyes sparkling in surprise at his sudden actions.

He loved her.

And finally, their lips met for the first time. Sylwen could feel the plea behind his actions, the worry and the desperation. But above all else, his love.
At that moment, nothing mattered to her; Not his imminent leaving, nor the threat of the dragon that loomed ever close. All that mattered to her in that moment, was that she was so hopelessly in love with that man and he just as much to her.

But all good things must come to an eventual end.

And so, just as quickly as the kiss had come upon her, it ended as Bard parted, his gaze boring into hers though his grip never faltered once.

"I need you to stay here. Promise me you won't leave this house." Bard breathed out, his gaze searching hers desperately, pleading silently with her that she would stay put and out of dangers way.

Sylwen opened her eyes as she looked at him, her heart still hammering against her rib cage. She was hesitant to let him leave, but she couldn't bring herself to argue back against the look on his face. And deep down she knew she was no match against the might of a dragon.
"Alright.." She agreed reluctantly, slowly lifting her hands as she placed her palms against his cheeks, brushing her thumbs against his skin. "Promise me you'll come back." She whispered in exchange.

Bard felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, closing his eyes as he focused on her gentle touch. "I promise." He whispered, before giving her one last chaste kiss, unwillingly leaving her side and ushering Bain out of the house as they quickly disappeared into the darkening night.

The silence hung heavily upon the household as Sylwen stood there, a finger brushing against her lips before she swallowed hard, cupping her hands against her chest. "Be safe.." She whispered, trying to ignore the unpleasant twisting in the bottom of her gut.

Something was going to go terribly wrong..

Smaug launched himself through the wall without a thought, the rubble landing around him in heaps, his tail swishing angrily. Landing on the ground with an echoing thud, his gaze searched the room for the thief, bright with fury.

"YOU think you can deceive ME, barrel rider!" He sneered, his eyes narrowed as he glanced around. He turned his body around, his eyes set on the pile of stones that laid on the ground. "You have come from Laketown." He observed, his eyes narrowing slightly as the pieces began to fit together. "She brought you here, didn't she?"

He could smell the elven woman on the thief when he entered the mountain. That faint aroma that lingered and mixed with the thief's clothing. It was hers! His eyes burned brightly, wanting to drown that all to familiar scent in flames, but it clung to his senses. A constant reminder. His eyes burned brightly.

"This is some, sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves, that damned elf and those tub-trading lakemen!" He growled, fury building in his chest. "Those sniveling cowards. With their long bows and black arrows!"

Bilbo peered from underneath the fallen tapestry, his heart hammering against his rib cage, listening as Smaug continued to ramble on. Fear struck at his being, an image of Sylwen and her emerald jewel like eyes flashed in his mind.

"She must be there..." Smaug snarled, glancing around the empty hall once more before turning his back on it. "Perhaps it is time I pay them a visit!" He snarled, not waiting as he turned around, aiming for the exit.

"This isn't her fault!" Bilbo spoke up, as the panic welled in his chest. "Wait! You cannot go to Laketown!" Bilbo called out desperately, scrambling from under the fallen tapestry.

Smaug stopped, his eyes flashing with sinister intentions. "You care about them, do you?" His voice rumbled out, turning his head as he came face to face with the thief. "Good! Then you can watch them die!" Smaug snarled, turning once more as he pushed himself towards the entrance of the mountain.

"Here! You witless worm!" The voice rung out, echoing in the hall with heavy intent, stopping the dragon in his tracks. His eyes narrowing, the anger almost blinding him as he turned around.

"You.."

Thorin stood defiantly atop the rocks, his hand wrapped around the chain as he watched Smaug turn around. "I am taking back what you stole!"

Smaug slowly walked towards the Dwarf, the heat building in his chest. "You, will take nothing from me, Dwarf." He left the heavy emphasis on his words hanging in the air for a moment. "I laid low your warriors of old. I instill terror in the hearts of men." He slowly raised himself up to the Dwarf's level, his eyes burning into the small figure. "I am King Under The Mountain."

Thorin didn't flinch though. "This is not your kingdom. These are Dwarf lands. This is Dwarf gold. We will have our revenge." He shouted, yanking the chain as the bolt came out, the other Dwarves beginning to yank on their end as the rocks began to tumble from around the statue. Grabbing a hold of the chain, Thorin swung off.

Smaug took a step back, the shimmer of gold breaking through the dull stones. Beneath it all, was a golden statue of a Dwarf. His eyes sat on the golden shine, mesmerized by it. It wasn't long before the gold began to distort, startling him as the statue before him began to melt away.

Those dammed Dwarves, this was their plan all along! Right before his eyes, the statue began to collapse into a pool of molten gold, pooling at his feet. Falling back into the river of liquid gold, he shut his eyes to protect them. Those Dwarves, if they hadn't signed their death wish before hand, they sure had now.

Did they honestly think that this would hurt him? HE was a Fire Drake from the north! He had been through hotter situations. It could present a problem if the gold set although.

Pushing through the liquid, Smaug burst through once again, pushing blindly through the hall. "Revenge?!" He roared angrily, not bothering to look back. "Revenge?! I will show you revenge!" His voice echoed through the hall, shaking the very walls. He broke through the entrance that he had once blocked off, pushing himself into the air as his body gave a shake before he spread his wings, the gold flaking off his body as it fell into the air. He set his sights on Laketown in the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly as an image of his elf flitted through his brain. "We will see each other soon.." He growled.

Speckles of gold sparkled against the darkened sky, as Bilbo caught a hold of the dragon aiming for Laketown. Horror and guilt filled him down to his very soul; at the lives that would be sacrificed due to their failure..

"What have we done.." The words slipped past his lips as he felt nothing but helplessness at that very second.

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