Author's Note: Greetings lovely Hobbit Fans! Thank you everyone who reads, votes, comments, anf follows! We are closing in at the end of the first movie and here is where things are going to start getting closer now that Bellethiel and Thorin have a better understanding of each other, just saying haha. Everyone reading, you are all lovely and awesome people! We are now coming to the end of the movie and I'm very excited to begin writing the growing relationship that will begin between Belle and Thorin. So everyone I do hope that you all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer:I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to the one and only J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson. So anything that you recognize from the movie or the book all belongs to these two men that bought Middle Earth to life. I only own Bellethiel and her military unit. I do hope that you forgive any grammar that you see and I hope that it is still easy to read, with my little kindle and keyboard its very hard to notice the mistakes on a smaller screen lol.

"Gandalf!" I called out in alarm, rushing past Thorin and looking to the wizard, listening as more howls followed soon after.

"Run..." Gandalf called, looking toward the company who began to frantically get to their feet. "Run!"

We began running in the opposite direction of the mountain, away from the howls that was getting closer by the second.

I took a glance behind and saw the outline of wargs in the distance, gaining speed and closing in on us fast.

I took one of my arrows and took a shot in the dark, hitting whatever was riding on top one of the wargs, hearing the rider and the beast stumble and picked up the pace.

On my side I saw a warg jolt past me and turned to glance at whatever was in front, which had to be one of the members from the company for when it pounced forward, its body suddenly fell to the ground dead.

The pack began to close in from all around, attacking any dwarves they came across and falling in a heap at being sliced or clobbered.

I drew my sword, the blade gleaming brightly in the darkness and bought it down with as much force as I could muster with an injured arm down on a riderless beast, cutting clean through to the spine. And when my sword would not budge from its spot, I took out a bow and aimed at another warg that had chased after Ori. It embedded itself into its eye socket before Ori reeled back with his hammer, slamming it hard on its skull.

"Up into the trees, all of you!" I heard Gandalf call from up front, and when I looked in his direction I took notice that we were chased to the edge of a cliff. "Come on climb Bilbo, climb!"

I pulled out my sword and ran quickly to the tree closest to me and jumped up high, catching a stray branch close to the ground and began climbing as high as I could, putting as much distance between myself and the ground.

"They're coming!" I heard Thorin shout from the ground, and I looked down to see more wargs headed our way. I looked around to make sure that all the dwarves had reached higher grounds, but something down below caught my attention.

A small hobbit, attempting to pull out his sword that was stuck in the skull of a dead warg.

'Bilbo!' I thought in a panic, quickly jumping out of the tree and landing beside the hobbit.

"Up you go Bilbo!" I yelled out, grabbing him by the back of his coat, yanking out his sword and practically throwing the small hobbit up into the tree.

"Belle!" I heard Bilbo call out in a panic as I looked up to make sure that he had caught one of the branches, his concern expression clear on his face.

"Climb higher Bilbo!" I urged hearing the pounding of paws getting close.

In the last-minute I flipped back and landed on the back of a warg before propelling myself up into the tree I had thrown Bilbo, climbing high before the jaws of any wargs caught a hold of my leg.

"Bellethiel..."

I looked further up to see Thorin with a slight glare in his features, almost scolding me for my little stunt. Taking a glance down, I saw the pack of wargs surrounding the trees that held the company, snarling and snapping in our direction before their attention was bought toward the mountain.

I followed their gaze and saw, standing on top one of the rocks that jutted out, an orc atop a white warg...scars marring his skin with a metal claw on his left arm and I knew instantly who it was.

'The Pale Orc...' I thought, tensing up when I heard a rustle of leaves above me.

"Azog." I heard Thorin breath out in shock, I looked up to see him staring at the pale orc as if he was seeing a ghost. The orc atop the white warg began to stroke the beasts fur, speaking to it ominously.

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" (Do you smell it? The scent of fear?) I heard it whisper in his black speech to his fellow orcs. "Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob." (I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.)

"It cannot be..." I heard Thorin breath out in pain and grief at the sight of an enemy he believed long dead.

I looked up to Thorin with concern, and glared back at Azog, gritting my teeth in anger before the pale orc reeled back and pointed in our direction.

"Kod, Toragid biriz. Worori-da!" (That one is mine. Kill the others!)

Azog commanded, signaling the wargs around him to dash forward, leaping up into the trees, snapping their jaws at any branch that they could reach. Crashing their bodies against the base of the tree causing the vibrations to travel upward.

I held fast to the tree with ease, though some of the others I could tell had more difficulty as I watched the wargs continue their assault, thrashing the trees continuously with no signs of stopping, almost uprooting the tree from its place.

"Sho gad adol!" (Drink their blood!) Azog called out, causing the attacks to become more ruthless, and suddenly the tree we were on gave way, toppling over to the next.

"Jump!" I yelled out, bending my knees and catching myself onto the next branch, though with the added weight from the fallen tree it created a rippling effect. For the one I had landed on began to fall over as well. And it continued that way until we had all been forced onto a single standing tree at the edge of the cliff, which no doubt would soon give way as the rest did.

I had landed besides Thorin putting as little weight on the branch as possible and I could feel the tree begin to rock back and forth with the onslaught from the wargs below.

Looking around, I was relieved to see that everyone had made it into the tree in one piece before taking out an arrow and firing it down at the wargs at the base of our tree. One by one wargs began to fall dead, but when one would fall more would take its place and soon this tree would fall over the cliffs edge if we did not think of something quick.

A ball of fire flew down from above, hitting the ground and scrambling the wargs who became frightened at the flame that began to spread.

"Fili!"

I looked up to see Gandalf drop, from what I could tell, a heated pine cone, and one by one it began to spread down ward as other dwarves began to ignite their own. Throwing it as far as they could and hitting their marks or creating a barrier between us and the creatures of darkness.

Thorin had one in his grasp before I stopped him. He looked up at me in curiosity before I bought the tip of my arrow over to the pinecone, waiting for my arrow to catch fire. And once it did I aimed it at one of the wargs that had gotten though the blazing barrier.

I watched in satisfaction as my arrow hit its mark, the beasts fur catching on fire and the yelps of pain the warg created as it retreated away.

From the corner of my eye I saw Thorin smirk before throwing his pinecone on another beast and before I knew it, the area before us was lit up and the wargs retreating back toward safety.

I let out a sigh of relief, along with the rest who let out a cry of victory at besting our foe.

But our victory was short-lived when the tree we were situated in began to creek and fall over the edge, stopping and holding on by a single root. The sudden halt of the fall caused everyone in the tree to lose their balance, hanging from any of the trees branches.

A scream of fright sounded behind me and when I looked back I saw Ori hanging by his brothers leg, screaming as the tree fell another inch or so. I saw all the dwarves hanging on as hard as they could, trying to get their bearings as I too hauled myself up and lay my body across one of the thicker branches.

"Mr. Gandalf!" I heard Dori yell out, but I could not hear much after that for my attention was else where.

Thorin lay beside me, his gaze fixated on the orc before us that was laughing at our misfortune. His gaze hard and determined, the look I had seen millions of times among my nephews and my brother.

"Thorin rethink what you are about to do!" I whispered urgently, not catching his attention.

He had pushed himself up, finding his bearings, standing tall as ever and began to make his way back onto solid ground.

I watched in disbelief as he made a run toward the pale orc, his weapon raised, the oaken shield on his arm bared as he prepared himself to face off against the giant orc.

Through the flames he ran, his site set on one thing and before he could register what happened, the white warg had knocked him down to the ground.

'Thorin!' I gasped out, seeing him slowly get up to face his enemy once more. 'He needs help!'

And when Thorin got to his knees, Azog was already preparing for another attack, his mace smashing against the dwarf kings face, bringing him once again to the ground.

I heard Balin call out to his King, his dear friend, and I could do nothing but watch in shock, anger coursing through me as I saw the white warg clamp his teeth around Thorin. Hearing his cries of pain, of anger, only fueled me even more...and it broke my heart to hear such a sound escape the his mouth.

"Thorin!"

I looked to the side and saw the branch Dwalin was on give away and I swung my feet up onto the middle section of the tree. I slowly got to my feet and carefully made my way toward Dwalin, and in the corner of my eyes I saw Bilbo stand, his sword ready, and charged toward Thorin who had been flung onto a jagged rock.

I stood still for a second, seeing Bilbo race toward an orc who held a blade at Thorin's throat, his small blade out of it's sheathe and tackling the orc, killing it and became the only thing standing between Thorin and Azog.

Quickly, I made my way toward Dwalin and reached down for him to take my hand which he graciously took. I hauled him up before seeing Fili helping Kili up as well, determination set on their faces.

When I saw that the dwarves had a gain on their footing I ran ahead, my sword at a ready as I saw three wargs already advancing on poor Bilbo. I jumped on one of the wargs, slashing the throat of the rider while I heard a battle cry from Dwalin who followed right behind, the two princes following soon after.

One of the wargs took a swing with its paw, nicking me just above my eye as I bought my sword up through its jaw and into its skull.

Through the commotion I saw Azog advancing toward Thorin and Bilbo, and I ran to stand between the white warg and its target. I looked at Thorin's battered body, his eyes shut and motionless and I gritted my teeth.

'You told me not to risk my life so carelessly...but what about you Thorin...' I thought, growling and glaring at Azog.

"You want him..." I growled out, my sword poised and ready. " You will have to go through me you foul creature."

The white warg growled at me, ready to pounce when I heard a screech from above. From behind an eagle had swooped down and scooped one of the warg and its rider, picking it up high into the air and throwing it over the edge.

With the eagles help, they were able to draw the wargs away with the environment and the fire and I was finally able to relax at the reinforcements.

An eagle came from in front and landed close to Thorin, picking him up in his talons before taking off. I noticed that through the eagles take off with Thorin, he had dropped his shield and I quickly rolled out-of-the-way of another eagle before picking it up knowing that this shield is precious to Thorin.

I looked around to see the eagles picking up the dwarves one by one before I took a running start and jumped off over the cliff. An eagle already there to catch me as I fell, its soft feathers ruffling beneath my hand.

"Thank you..." I mumbled, patting the back of the eagle who only let out a screech in response before flying quickly to catch up with the rest.

The sun was rising over the clouds by the time we had gotten far from the pack of wargs, and I closed my eyes at the feel of the wind through my hair. I took this time to evaluate myself and saw that the gash on my arm...was worse than I thought and there was blood already dripping from the wound the warg had given me above my eye. I twisted slightly and I could feel a slight twinge from where the Goblin King had squeezed and threw me. I was in such a bad state, but I knew there was someone worse then me...and that caused me to panic as I searched for the wounded King.

"Thorin!"

I looked toward the eagle that carried Fili and looked in the direction he was looking at and saw Thorin laying limp in the eagles talons.

'Such a foolish dwarf...' I thought, gritting my teeth.

"I know who you are, Valauthiel..."

I looked down at the eagle I was situated on and saw his eye staring back at me.

"Maybe once, I went by that name...but my given name is Bellethiel." I mumbled, resting on the back of the eagle. "I am at a disadvantage for I do not know your name my friend."

"My name is Arbellason my lady, you were very lucky we got to you just in time." Arbellason called, following his brethren.

"Noble Strength...what a great name." I smiled, ruffling the feathers under my palm. "I am grateful you came when you did, I did not think we would make it out of there alive." I stated honestly.

"I've heard many stories of your tale Lady Bellethiel...and if your path will take you where I think it will I must give you a word of caution." Arbellason mumbled.

"A warning?" I questioned, now a bit intrigued.

"I have heard word from the creatures of Mirkwood, a darkness falls upon the land, the King has not forgiven you for your rebellion...he is still very much upset. If you were to come across him, or enter in his realm...I fear the consequences you will face Lady Bellethiel." Arbellason cautioned.

"I did not think he would forgive me any time soon." I stated, nodding my head in appreciation for the news. "Why tell me this, Arbellason?"

"Admiration, I suppose...for elves and dwarves who are always at ends with each other...you put your differences aside and helped those who needed saving." Arbellason said. "After hearing the stories from the animals of the forest...I was hoping I would come across you one day to tell you this myself."

"Thank you, dear friend." I smiled and scratching his back as he let out a screech of joy.

"We are reaching our destination!" Arbellason called out as he began to circle. "Soon you will be reunited with your friends and beloved."

"Beloved?" I questioned, a bit taken back.

"The dwarf being carried by our Lord, he is your beloved is he not?" Arbellason questioned innoently. "I've seen the way you've been looking at him and I only assumed...perhaps you are not at that stage yet?"

I was too stunned to speak, which only caused Arbellason to laugh.

"It may seem I have rendered you speechless, perhaps you did not know the way you looked at him was one of adoration and love." Arbellason teased. "No matter, you will be reunited with them soon."

'Beloved? Adoration? Love? For Thorin?' I thought, feeling myself blush a bit. 'It cannot be...is that true?'

I looked toward the rock we were approaching that the dwarves were now being dropped off at and I ended up being the last to slide off of Arbellason.

"Thorin!" I heard Gandalf call out as I stood behind him, watching as he knelt beside the body of Thorin.

I held my breath, waiting and praying to the Valar that Thorin would wake as I stepped up beside Bilbo.

"The Halfling..." Thorin mumbled.

'Thank Eru...' I thought, breathing out a sigh of relief at hearing his gruff voice speak once more.

"It's alright, Bilbo is here." Gandalf assured as I looked down beside me to the hobbit, smiling. "He's quite safe."

Thorin attempted to get to his feet, staggering a bit due to the injuries he acquired from Azog and his warg. Dwalin and Kili stepped forward and helped the king to his feet. But once he was able to gain his footing, he pushed the help aside and gave a hard stare in our direction...looking directly at the hobbit.

"You." Thorin's rough voice addressed, pointing at the hobbit. "What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed." Thorin growled, taking menacing steps forward as Bilbo backed up into me.

"Thorin..." I addressed, as I looked at the king in alarm.

He regarded me, continuing his path toward the hobbit.

"Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild? That you had no place amongst us." Thorin berated, now standing directly in front of Bilbo, my heart going out to the poor hobbit.

But what Thorin did next surprised me for he pulled Bilbo away from me and into his embrace.

"I have never been so wrong, in all my life." Thorin breathed out and I smiled at the heart warming scene.

I moved to stand beside Gandalf, away from the dwarf and hobbit, and the grey wizard stared at me with a smile on his face which I returned. The cheering of the company loud as they were happy with the full acceptance of the hobbit.

When Thorin pulled back, I saw that smile once more, the same smile I witnessed back when they were captured by trolls and again...my heart beat hard against my chest...but the smile was gone in seconds.

"I am sorry I doubted you."

"No, I-I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero, or a warrior." Bilbo scoffed playfully before turning to Gandalf. "Not even a burglar."

I smiled warmly and watched as the eagles circled us before one came to a stop behind us, bowing its head at me. It stayed there for a bit, possibly wanting to talk to me.

"Is that...what I think it is?" Bilbo questioned, looking in the opposite direction, toward the very edge of the cliff, toward the rising sun while I stayed behind, making my way toward the eagle.

"Erebor." Gandalf called. "The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle Earth."

"Our home." Thorin's voice was heard as I moved to pat the side of the eagles neck.

'Home...' I thought, halting my movement, placing my hand on top the eagles feathers. 'When this is over...where will I go to I wonder once we come to the journeys end...'

I sighed sadly before looking into the eyes of Arbellason.

"I do believe the worst is behind us." Bilbo added.

By this time my attention was mostly on Arbellason who nudged my head with his beak, dismissing my thoughts of home.