So before I post this, MomoftheShire pointed out an error in the preview so I went and changed it as we'll as added a little something just for Dis Thrainsdotter.

Chapter 27

The Orcs had been caught off guard by the ambush which helped the dwarves greatly. One by one the Orcs fell to their blades.

After felling another Orc, Kíli looked around to find his brother. During their ambush Fíli had used that moment to free himself from Bolg's grasp and picked up his sword, taking down Orcs alongside them. When Kíli found him he rushed towards his brother, an arrow already notched in his bow. An Orc was racing towards Kíli, the young dwarf being oblivious to his pursuer. Thankfully Fíli saw it. "Kíli!"

Fíli reached out with one arm and pulled Kíli out of the way of the blade that was meant for him. Once he was free he decapitated the Orc with one fell strike. Fíli and Kíli looked at the dead Orc. "Nice one, brother," Kíli smiled as they turned back to the fray, "I thought you abandoned us in Rivendell."

"Thought about it."

"What made you change your mind?"

"I knew you. Figured you'd get yourself into trouble. Seems I was right."

The brothers fought side by side. "Well, glad you came back, even if your arrival was at the worse possible moment."

"I try."

After killing another Orc both of them found Bolg coming towards them. Fíli took a step forward but was stopped by his brother's hand on his chest. When he met his brother's gaze, Kíli said, "Together."

Fíli nodded. "Together."

They slowly walked towards the powerful Orc. Fíli saw his second sword lying on the back of one of the Orcs that had been slain. He wanted to grab it but he knew with the crushed bones in his forearm it would be useless. There was no way he could use his second sword but he did not worry. Sure, he was more dealy with two swords instead of just one.

But with Kíli, he was unstoppable.

Their sole focus was on the large Orc in front of them. They were oblivious to the two brother Elves rushing in with arrows flying. Elladan and Elrohir had followed the three dwarves, hoping to keep the Orcs off their tail. Now they were focused on taking out the Orcs rushing the brothers as they ran down their target.

Their paces quickened as they rushed towards Bolg. Their swords swung as one, connecting with Bolg's mace as he blocked their blows. Together they tried to take the Orc down. Bolg struggled to try and fend off the two dwarves who worked together. When he was push one away, the other would take their place.

Eventually he figured out how to defeat them. After Kíli swung at him he grabbed his jerkin and threw him away. As expected the moment he was out of the fray Fíli took his place, swinging his sword with such ferocity. Kíli rolled as soon as he hit the ground, his sword sliding away from him. As he pushed himself up he looked to Bolg and his heart nearly stopped.

Bolg had disarmed Fíli and now had Fíli hoisted in the air by his neck. Fíli's feet kicked as his good arm tried to pry his hand off of his throat but to no avail. "Fíli!"

Fíli's choking coughs was all Kíli could hear as he scrambled to his feet. After picking up his sword he raced towards Bolg, a battle cry roaring from soul. Bolg was so focused on the kill in his hands he never saw Kíli coming.

Not until Kíli's sword was embedded in his stomach.

Bolg dropped Fíli instantly, a howl resonating through the clearing as he staggered back. Kíli kept a tight hold on the hilt of his sword as he withdrew it from the Orc's abdomen. With another quick swing he sliced Bolg's knee, dropping him so he was eye level with Kíli. As Kíli went to deliver another blow Bolg blocked him with his mace, sending Kíli's sword flying. Kíli was prepared for this and rolled towards Fíli's sword, picking it up and turning to Bolg. As he did so Bolg knocked Kíli back with a powerful swing and when Kíli landed he lay on top of the dead Orc carrying his brother's second sword. Anger surged as he rolled off the dead Orc, grabbing the second sword as he went.

Kíli was not use to wielding two swords at the same time but the adrenaline running through his veins gave him the skill he needed. He charged, anger swelling through him. With his left he blocked the mace and with his right he stabbed him through the chest. Bolg's mace dropped from his hand as Kíli withdrew the sword and crossed his brother's swords, resting the tips on either side of Bolg's neck. Bolg wheezed for air as he stared at the defiant look on Kíli's face. "I made you a promise, rukhs. I promised you death."

Bolg sneered. "And I always keep my promises."

With one last battle cry he brought the sword tips together, letting the head of Bolg fall from his shoulders and his body slump to the ground.

Kíli, son of Dís, nephew of King Thorin Oakenshield and prince of Erebor, had slain Bolg.

Once Bolg was dead the few remaining Orcs had scattered. The battle had been won. Kíli rushed to his brother's side, helping him to stand as Fíli coughed on the fresh air that he could now breath. "Are you alright?" Kíli asked.

"Fine," Fíli choked out in a raspy voice, rubbing his bruising neck as he continued to cough. When he opened his eyes he found the dead body of Bolg on the ground with black blood staining the ground. "Did you…?"

"Well, someone had to save your hide."

"My brother, the Slayer of Bolg. Has a ring to it."

The brother's laughed as they remembered when Kíli said the same when Fíli revealed it was he who had killed Azog. They rested their foreheads together as they enjoyed their victory. Bifur came over, using Iglishmêk to inform them the Elf brothers needed to see to Fíli's wounds. Reluctantly Fíli followed Bifur to the Elves, removing his jerkin so Elladan could clean his wounds on his back while Elrohir set his arm. All the while Kíli sat next to him, watching with a smile. As Fíli winced when Elladan began cleaning his back, Kíli said, "Thank you."

"For what, exactly? You're the one who saved me."

"I know, but I wanted to say thank you for not abandoning us."

"Well someone had to make sure you stayed out of trouble and as wise as our burglar is, even he is no match for your antics."

"I heard that!"

Fíli and Kíli looked at Bilbo who was preparing supper with Bofur and Nori. The brothers laughed before Fíli winced as Elladan continued to clean his wound. Once Kíli stopped laughing, he said, "In all seriousness, though, thank you for saving mine and Bilbo's lives."

"That's what brother's are for."

"And if you EVER pull a stunt like that again, I will kill you myself."

Fíli smirked as Kíli grabbed his brother's hand. "I'm going to save our poor Hobbit from the likes of Bofur and Nori. You take it easy."

As Kíli walked away, Fíli called out, "I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way round!"

"You can when you stop acting like an idiot and trying to get yourself killed on a regular basis."

Fíli shook his head, muttering, "Knob" before wincing as Elrohir began splinting his arm. With a smile Elrohir looked to Elladan, muttering, "Naugrim."

TBC...

Khuzdul translation:

Rukhs - Orc

Elvish translations:

Naugrim - Dwarves

Preview for the last chapter!

At the end of that week, they found themselves in the green hills of the Shire. Bilbo wore a smile as big as his sword as they rode their ponies through the town. Hobbits stopped what they were doing, looking at the dwarves and Bilbo in shock and fear. Some muttered, "Is that Bilbo Baggins?" while others muttered, "I thought he was dead."

Bilbo led the way towards his beloved Bag End, looking forward to his comfortable armchair and his warm hearth. "I can't believe we finally made it," Bilbo muttered.

"Aye, and in one piece," Bofur added.

"Well, relatively speaking," Kíli jested, turning to give his brother a cheeky grin.

"Oh how I can't wait to…" But Bilbo stopped his sentence short, along with his pony, as he turned the corner that led to Bag End, for what he saw made his throat dry.

Just one more chapter to go! Hope you all liked this and wish to review!