Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! So, first off has anyone seen the Furious 7 movie? If it's bad of me to say this, then I apologize, but did anyone else think that the end song of the movie would be good as well for Thorin and Bilbo's friendship? Gosh if someone made a MV with that song and with Bilbo and the Company there would be so much FEELS! For those who haven't and don't mind spoilers then go to youtube and look up the song See You Again by Wiz Wiz Khalifa ft Charlie Puth. I was crying over the ending cause it matched so well, but then I thought...wouldn't that song also be good for the friendship of Bilbo and Thorin/Company? Thank you everyone who's followed, voted, and commented! And thank you again for giving my story a chance!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson. Anything you recognize from the book or the movies belongs to those two wonderful men who bought Middle Earth to life. Any grammar errors you see that I have overlooked I am sorry, I hope this chapter is easy to read and I hope you enjoy!

The actors were in place, the stage was set, the players were on the field, and the outcome was unknown. Dwarves from the Iron Hills and elves adorning the emblem of Durin were fighting on the field side by side against the army of orcs. The army of Thranduil was pushing the dark army back while bodies of the disgusting creatures fell to the ground...dead.

In the middle of the battlefield rode an elf clad in black armor on top a black horse; splotches of black were splattered across her face. This was just the very beginning of the war, but the elf was driven by a motive. To others it may be considered as blind rage, no, she was thinking clearly...the she-elf was on a war path. In her mind, these orcs were a danger to the lives of her family, threatening the lives of her friends in that mountain, and threatening the life of the dwarf king she came to love.

The adrenaline was pulsing through the she-elf; there was a fire in her eyes that her kin thought she had lost all those years ago. And that fire was burning bright; any orcs should be in fear of her. Her fury was intense, and it showed when the body count of the dark army began to increase by the second.

At that moment...Valauthiel surfaced and nothing could stop the bloodshed. Nothing would stop her from massacring the entire orc army until she came out victorious...until the people she cared about were safe.

She was a force to be reckon with, she was frightening, but...she was terrifyingly beautiful.

(Fili's P.O.V)

We stood at the top of the gate, overlooking the battlefield. We were about to jump over the gate, but Thorin had ordered us to stand down.

"What's going on?" Kili questioned from the stairway, my brother had taken to sitting away, not having the courage to see the bodies of our friends fall.

"It's a bloodbath down there..." I said quietly to myself.

"Is Belle...?" Kili questioned hesitantly, unable to finish his sentence.

"She's still standing..." I said my eyes now on the elf clad in black armor, the elf I have come to consider a friend...that all of us considered a friend.

"What about the others?" Kili questioned.

"I can see Beriohtarion and Balamaethor with her...but I cannot see Thenidiel..." I said sadly.

"Do you think...?" Kili asked.

"No, she wasn't there when they came to the mountain." Balin mumbled sadly. "I think, knowing Belle, she had her niece stay in Dale."

"Are we just going to sit around while our friends...our family, are down there fighting while we stay holed up in this mountain!" My brother growled out in irritation, slamming his fist against the stone pillar beside him.

"I don't like it anymore then you do brother..." I said to Kili.

We watched the massacre from above with heavy hearts...my attention though was following Belle as she went on a rampage, batting away any enemy that got close to her.

'Hold on just a little longer irak'amad (aunty).' I thought watching the battle unfold.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

When the orc army became too much I rode back toward Thranduil's army, this war had just started and I was already covered in black blood, at least the places on my body that wasn't covered with my armor was.

Another horn blared in the distance and I urged Beinion faster. The shield-forces were pushing and preventing the orcs from getting past them, killing those that got close with the spears they held.

I rode in front of the lines of archers, yelling out and bringing their attention to me.

"Tangado haid (Hold [your] positions)!" I yelled out to the shield-forces, before lifting my hand up in a fist.

"Tangado i chui (Prepare the bows)!" I called out to the army, and I heard the sound of strings being stretched back. "Leithio I philinn (Release the arrows)!"

Thousands of arrows were shot into the sky, sailing diagonally before plummeting down and hitting hundreds of orcs storming our way.

This, however, did not deter the orc army for they kept on coming toward us.

"Sy telir (They're coming)!" I informed the army. "A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas (Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none)! Maetho (Fight)!"

Another horn sounded and I looked toward the mountain to see another part of the army break off from the main unit...the group headed toward Dale.

'They are trying to cut us off...' I thought in a panic. "Veryan!"

"Captain!" Veryan called out from a bit away. He dispatched the orcs that were around him and quickly made his way to my side.

"Head to Dale, quick as you can. Report to Nestaron and inform him of the army headed his way. Make sure everybody is ready for oncoming battle. I will be there as soon as I can." I ordered.

"Captain?" Veryan asked curiously. "What about those that are fighting here? They'll need a leader. Saeldur can take care of things in Dale."

"I understand, but my niece is there." I growled out. "I am going to leave Bregolien in charge with the unit here...I just need to make sure my niece is safe."

"Understood." Veryan said, nodding his head before quickly making a run for Dale.

"Where is Bregolien?" I called out, bringing my sword down on an orc that came too close for my liking. Beheading the orc and watched emotionless as his body hit the ground and the head tumbled away.

"There!" Balamaethor called out, pointing a bit away from us.

"Stick close!" I yelled to my nephews, lightly kicking Beinion forward.

I rode toward where Bregolien was, bringing my sword down and creating a clear path in front of me.

"Bregolien!" I called out as Beinion let out a hard kick, knocking the orc that was fighting with Bregolien out. "I am leaving you in charge here for a bit."

"Where are you going Captain?" Bregolien questioned, bringing his sword back behind him and plunging it into the gut of an orc that was trying to attack him from behind.

"I am headed to Dale...the large group had split and the unit is headed toward the city." I informed. "I will be back here once I know my niece is safe."

Bregolien nodded before a loud roar bought our attention elsewhere. Our attention was averted back towards where the giant holes were and out trudged giant trolls with ballistae attached to their body.

"Be quick Captain!" Bregolien called out.

"All of you! Fall back to Dale! Now!" I heard Bard call to the men that had followed him.

"Captain!" Caladwen called, coming to me with a small group following close behind her.

"Back to the city." I ordered looking down to her. "Quickly!"

The army nodded and began to run as quick as they could in hopes to assist any of the Lake-Town survivors from the impending doom.

"Nana!" Beriohtarion's voice called out.

I looked behind me to see my two nephews surrounded on all sides fighting back to back. I was about to turn back around, but my nephews began to shout at me.

"Don't worry about us Nana!" Balamaethor called back. "We'll be alright!"

"Go and make sure that our sister is fine!" Beriohtarion yelled. "We promise we'll be good until you get back."

I hesitated before nodding my head and urged Beinion forward, worrying about the safety of my nephews and my niece. Though on my way to Dale, I paid no attention to what the armies of orcs were doing, I just knew that I needed to make sure my niece was safe. I trusted Saeldur and Nestaron...but I made the fatal mistake of only leaving a little of my fighters back there. Most of them were healers who trained under my sister...they weren't fighters, at least not fighters that I trained.

As Beinion and I flew through the battlefield, I saw large boulders being hurled toward Dale, hitting the city walls. The crumbling of the structure catching my ears.

"Hurry Beinion..." I mumbled quietly. "we must hurry..."

We rode across the bridge, and on the far end to the left of me I saw a giant troll making a run for the far end of the city's wall with a weird contraption attached to his head.

'Damn!' I thought as I finally entered Dale. I maneuvered Beinion through the city streets and frightened some of the woman, children and the injured.

"You need to get to safety!" I yelled out urgently to anyone that I passed. "You are all in danger!"

The moment those words left my lips I heard the sound of a structure collapsing and the grunts and groans of orcs storming in.

"Hurry! All of you!" I called out as I urged Beinion forward. From another street I saw orcs running our way, like a river of black leaking from the hole in the wall.

'They'll be slaughtered...' I thought, gritting my teeth before making a decision.

"All of you!" I yelled out, bringing the attention of all those around me who were panicking. "Make for the Great Hall!"

When no one moved, struck with fear at the fast approaching orc army, I began to get impatient.

"Move!" I growled out louder, and at that moment the people in Dale began to run about frantically. Retreating back to the Great Hall.

On the opposite side, on a different street, I saw Caladwen and the unit I had ordered to return here pushing a group of orcs that had split from the main pack.

"Caladwen!" I yelled, bringing the elfs attention to me. "Lead any of the survivors: woman, children and the injured back to the Great Hall. Clear a path and drive off any orc that comes your way! Once you are at the Great Hall, if Veryan has not done it yet, warn them...make sure they are well prepared."

Caladwen nodded before shouting an order to the unit around her.

While Caladwen and her unit went around rounding up the survivors, urging them to head to the Great Halls and protecting the men and woman I had taken to doing a sweep around the city. I saw more of those trolls climbing over the walls, demolishing them and letting loose more orcs into the city.

'We will be overrun!' I thought, gritting my teeth as my eyes swept across the landscape, evaluated everything around me. Beinion reared back and I heard his hooves coming into contact with metal armor and I bent backwards and slashed the throat of an orc that came at me from behind.

A shrill scream reached my ears and I turned to see, under an archway another group of orcs cutting off any survivors...and two girls had caught my eyes.

"Sigrid!" I called out to the eldest child. "Tilda!"

The two girls looked my way, and in the slight distraction I saw an orc come up from behind the two girls. I reached into my boot and pulled out my dagger, flinging it and embedding it deep into the skull of the orc behind the two girls.

When I reached the two, I jumped off of Beinion in time to catch Tilda who had launched herself toward me into my arms.

"Belle!" Tilda said happily, her voice muffled in the crook of my neck.

I pulled her away from me and looked to both Tilda and Sigrid.

"I was so happy to hear that you girls and your brother got out safely." I smiled, reaching down to retrieve my dagger and looked around behind the two. "Where is your brother?"

"We got separated..." Sigrid said sadly.

"Come, we cannot stay here." I said, picking up Tilda and placing her on Beinion. Then assisting Sigrid up and behind her sister. "I am taking you to the Great Halls, that way you all will be safe."

I stayed on the ground, taking a hold of Beinion's reigns and began pulling it as I ran in the direction of the Great Halls.

"Behind us!" Sigrid screamed.

I didn't bother checking behind me on what had caught her eyes; I automatically moved behind and swung back my sword. The body of an orc falling to the ground, blood gushing from the wound in his neck.

We rode through the streets, doubling back every so often to avoid the army that I could tell was slowly about to overtake the section we were in.

"Tilda! Sigrid!" A boy's voice called out.

I turned to the voice and saw Bain stick his sword through an orc that was coming from behind us. I jumped forward and blocked a sword poised and ready to slay Bain. The orc pushed my sword away, causing me to unbalance. In a flash I gained my footing, switched my sword into my left hand from behind my back, reached for one of my short swords and stabbed it straight through the orcs neck.

"Bain!" Tilda said happily.

I reached up and helped Tilda off of Beinion, Sigrid jumping off soon after and I watched the happy reunion between the siblings.

"Have you seen Da?" Sigrid questioned.

Bain shook his head before more fights caught my ears, the yelling of men and the clash of metal not too far from us.

"Da!" Tilda screamed suddenly.

I looked to where Tilda was looking and saw Bard fighting not too far from us.

"Da! We're down here!" Sigrid yelled, waving around her arms after noticing her father as well.

I could see Bard turn our way, smiling in relief when his eyes were set on his children. But I saw something else flash in his eyes, panic. His eyes darted away and looked past us and I heard the sound of a man scream and a loud grunt getting closer.

The moment I turned around...I saw a slightly large disgusting troll lumbering our way, his eyes set on us, a sick grin on his face showing jagged rows of teeth. I heard Tilda let out a scream of terror.

"Stay behind me!" I yelled out, stepping in front of Bain and pushing the three kids behind me. "Stay behind me..."

I held my sword firm, doing the best to be a shield for the three kids that was huddled behind me. The troll trudged our way, dragging behind him a wooden club. When he was close enough he lifted the club above his head, ready to bring it down on all of us when his movements faltered. Something behind us had caught his eyes.

I looked behind slightly to see a wheelbarrow gaining speed, headed straight towards us. Before Bard could say anything, I threw myself over the three and bought all of us to the ground, lying flat and still as I heard something hard crash around us before rolling away. In the process of the sudden crash, I heard a frightful neigh and hooves running in the opposite direction of us...and I knew Beinion had been frightened away.

I sighed, before getting up, reaching down and taking a hold of Bain and lifted him up. Bain then proceeded to help his sisters up while I turned around and saw Bard poised over the dead troll.

The three kids and I all rushed toward Bard, the family finally reunited and safe. Bard held his children close to him and I could see a slight tear in the corner of his eyes...a tear of relief at seeing his children alive and well.

"Bard..." I called, bringing his attention to me. "you must gather the women, children, and injured. Take them to the Great Hall. My kin are already assisting any that are still alive in this area. Once there my healers will attend to them...tell them to barricade the door."

Bard nodded his head before doing something that caught me off guard...he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Thank you for watching out for my family..." Bard whispered before quickly letting go and ushering his children away, but not before taking one last glance at me.

"Captain!" A voice called out.

I looked and saw Veryan running my way, his silver armor sporting splashes of black blood. He came to a skidding halt in front of me and nodded his head.

"Your niece is safe." He said relaying the information to me. "Urúvion has been sticking close to her side. Saeldur has been assisting women, children, and the wounded into the Great Hall along with Nestaron...the healers are safe as well. Saeldur and his unit are guarding the Great Hall; no orc shall get past them."

"Have you seen Caladwen and her group?" I questioned.

"On my way here I saw her and others assisting the survivors to safety." Veryan said.

I nodded my head and placed a hand on Veryan's shoulder.

"I am going to look around this part of the city, make sure everyone has evacuated. This is your final order, stay with Saeldur and his unit." I said, turning my back and was about to take off and search the city.

"Captain, wait!" Veryan called to stop me. "I was told to give you this."

Veryan came up to me and placed a sword into my hands, sleek and silver...still in it's sheathe. Looking at the inscription by the hilt I knew whose sword this was.

"Why did she give this to me?" I questioned in irritation, forcing it back into Veryan's arms. "Return and give this back to my niece. Tell her that she needs this more than I do!"

"Thenidiel said you would say that." Veryan said, before shoving it back to me. "And she said to tell you this, in these exact words: 'This is my father's sword, your brothers' sword. It served my father in many battles and protected him. Don't argue, take it and use it. That way I know my father is protecting my Nana!'"

I sighed in irritation and took the sword, tying it on my right side and gesturing to Veryan.

"Go, you have your orders." I said sternly.

Veryan nodded and took off in the direction Bard had gone.

'Brother...' I thought taking off and running in the opposite direction, searching in the buildings that I passed, any cracks and crevice for any signs of the living, getting close to the bridge area where the archway was. 'watch over your daughter and your nephews. Hear my plea...be with me and be my strength Voronwë.'

There was no one in this district, everyone had been evacuated and I knew my niece was safe. I came to a sudden halt and looked around, the scene before me took my breathe away. Bodies of elves, men, women, and children were scattered all around...bodies of those who did not make it. Eyes vacant of any signs of life, skin pale, blood oozing out from wounds inflicted by the accursed army of orcs.

From around the corner where I stood came another onslaught of orcs, and when my eye sights were set on them, a fierce fire burned inside of me. I lashed out and slaughtered these sorry worthless creatures that dared to pick a fight with me. But the more I took down the more seemed to take the places of the fallen...there was no end to this army.