(Third P.O.V)

And thus...the battle was won.

Azog the Defiler was dead and so was his spawn, Bolg. The army of orcs, goblins, and trolls were driven away, slinking back to the holes that they emerged from. Any strays that stayed behind were hunted down by Beorn.

And there, sitting alone on top the stone structure of the lookout sat a lonely elf, her shoulders sagging in defeat. Her armor rented, black blotches of blood splattering across her armor and face. She watched the scene going on on the frozen lake and with a heavy heart she let out a long sigh. She was exhausted...emotionally, physically and mentally. What was going through her mind? One could only assume she was grieving over all the lives this war had taken...the friends and family she possibly lost. She took to not moving, for every time she moved a muscle, she would flinch and take a short intake of breathe...her breathing stuttering until she sat still and relaxed. The elf did not make it out scratch free for that would've been impossible, she's sure that on her body there were wounds and arrow tips stuck in places that she couldn't reach, but she didn't bother inspecting her body just yet. She was just too exhausted to care at the moment.

"Belle?" The voice of Bilbo bought the elf's attention back to the present.

Bellethiel looked behind her to see Bilbo running toward her with a panic look in her eyes. As he tried to regain his breathing, Bellethiel could see a slight bruise on his forehead as she watched his shoulder sag up and down, the poor thing was trying to regain his breathing and he was looking around frantically.

"Where's Thorin? And Fili and Kili as well?" Bilbo questioned all at once, his sentence blurring together as he rushed through what he was trying to say.

Bellethiel looked down and away...and with that Bilbo began to assume to the worst. He begged Bellethiel for it not to be true, but then she did something that caused the hobbit to stagger back and let out a relieved laugh.

The elf captain smiled.

"See for yourself." She replied happily, motioning with her head to where the frozen lake was.

At the very edge, where the frozen lake stopped stood the whole company...all thirteen of them.

Dwalin and Balin.

Oin and Gloin.

Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur.

Ori, Dori, and Nori.

And there, standing close to the edge of the lake stood three battered, bruised, but breathing and living dwarves.

Fili and Kili.

And last but not least, Thorin II Oakenshield.

Thorin stood far from the edge, but still able to look at the outcome of the battle down below. The King under the Mountain was smiling proudly while the company all cheered and yelled at their victory.

Fili and Kili ran up to their uncle and threw themselves at him, the two happy to be together.

Thorin could not hold the weight of the two of them which caused all three of them to take a tumble on the ice floor. But Thorin was not angry, no; he laughed at his nephews and swung his arms around his kin, bringing the two in for a tight hug while they all lay sprawled on the ground.

From where Bellethiel sat, she could hear the laughter coming from Thorin, Fili, and Kili. Laughing happily at the success of the battle, happy for their victory, and happy to have survived this war with their mortal enemy defeated.

"What are you still doing here Bilbo?" Bellethiel questioned as Bilbo turned to stare up at her, quite confused. "You should be down there with them and celebrating the success of this war. You are, after all, part of the company. I see thirteen down there, when there should be fourteen."

"You're part of the company as well Belle!" Bilbo said reaching forward to take his friends hand and attempted to pull her to her feet. "Thorin will be overjoyed to see you! As will the rest of the company! You deserve to be down there just as well!"

"I will join you after." Bellethiel said in assurance. "Just let me sit here and rest for a bit."

"Promise you will come down?" Bilbo questioned.

"I promise Bilbo." Bellethiel said, reaching out and patting the hobbits head.

Bilbo smiled and ran down the stairway, making his way toward the company...towards his friends.

~With the Company~

"Look! It's Master Boggins!" Kili yelled out, being the first to take notice of the hobbit.

"Baggins!" Bilbo laughed skidding to a halt in front of the company. "It's Baggins Kili!"

"I know." Kili said smiling cheekily.

Bilbo took a glance at the two Durin Princes and saw that the eldest had a gash on his forehead, his clothes were battered and his body looked bruised. Though, the same could be said for the youngest brunette dwarf, though his body looked to have a lot of scratches on his body.

The two were smiling though...even if they were injured badly.

"We're happy to see you alive lad." Balin said taking a step to Bilbo and patting the hobbit on his shoulder.

"I'm happy to see that everyone is alright as well." Bilbo said smiling as he turned to glance at each member of the company.

"Bilbo." Thorin said, bringing Bilbo's attention to the King.

Thorin had a scar on the right side of his forehead; his hair was plastered with blood and sweat. Bilbo also took notice that he was holding his side and wincing every time he moved, but the hobbit could see no blood which caused him to let a sigh when he saw that there were no fatal injuries.

"I'm glad you are here." Thorin said with a small smile on his face as he took a couple steps to stand right in front of Bilbo, the dwarf King placing a hand on the hobbits shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "I'm sorry Bilbo...I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me. I was too blind to see it."

Bilbo smiled up at Thorin and was about to say something in reply, but Thorin shook his head and continued to speak.

"I am so sorry that I have led you into such peril." Thorin said, looking down at Bilbo a bit in shame.

"No, I'm glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin." Bilbo said, shuffling nervously from side to side. "Each and every one of them. Honestly, it is far more than any Baggins deserves. You don't need to apologize Thorin. Everything is all and good, and everyone is alive and well."

~With Bellethiel~

Bellethiel smiled as she overheard the conversation between Thorin and Bilbo, happy that things between them were better. The company all gathered around, and she supposed it was due to shock and relief...but they all gathered around for a group hug. With Bilbo, Fili, Kili and Thorin right in the middle.

Bellethiel gathered her strength at last, with a little difficulty, and got to her feet. Her legs were trembling at the sudden weight due to the adrenaline disappearing out of her system.

She carefully made her way down the stairs, careful not to trip. Her cape was billowing out behind her, and though she was weak and in pain she didn't show it. Her head was held high and her shoulders were squared. If any were to look upon her, even if she was injured, she looked to be perfectly fine.

"Lass!"

Surprisingly, Dwalin was the first to notice her come down the stairs. And when it was brought to the rest of the company, they all smiled in her direction.

As she made her way to them her sights were set solely on Thorin. The company parted to make a path for her to head straight to Thorin, the company making an arch around the two and when she was a step in front of Thorin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo she got down on one knee and bowed toward the King and Princes.

"My King." Bellethiel said with a smile on her face. "And the Princes of Erebor."

Thorin took a step forward, now standing right in front of the elf that had her head lowered.

"Bellethiel..." Thorin spoke softly. "you bow to no one..."

Thorin reached out and took a hold of her chin in his hand and made her look up to him.

"(I love you) Bellethiel." Thorin said as he smiled down to the kneeling elf. "Truly, I do love you and I know you said you forgave me but I will say it again...I am sorry for what I have said and done back at the gates."

"Everything is fine between us meleth nín (my love)." Bellethiel said, turning her head to kiss the inside of his hand that was now caressing her cheek. "I am so happy you are okay...so very happy..."

Thorin lent down and placed a passionate kiss on Bellethiel's lips. Their lips moving in sync, it was a relief to both that they were able to see each other alive and it showed the moment their lips connected.

The cheering from the company bought them out of their own little world, both blushing embarrassingly...but then at that moment they didn't really care. They loved each other and were happy.

Bellethiel stood to her feet and smiled, looking to the sky in delight.

"Our ride is here." Bellethiel said smiling.

The company turned in time to see several of the Great Eagles landing on the ice, waiting patiently for the company to gather around them so they could take them back to the mountain.

The company went toward the eagles as Fili and Kili flanked either side of the Elf Captain.

"Is something wrong?" Bellethiel asked the two dwarves beside her.

"Nothing's wrong!" Fili said smiling up at Bellethiel.

"We were just wondering..." Kili said a bit bashfully

"If we could..." Fili mumbled quietly.

"Call you our Aunt now?" Kili finished.

"You know, since now after this our uncle would probably want to court you." Fili reasoned.

Bellethiel smiled down at the two before bending slightly and wrapping her arms around the Durin Princes.

"I cannot say for sure that Thorin would want to court me now that he will become King...but if you want to then I cannot stop you." Bellethiel said bringing the blond and the brunette closer to her. "I am happy to see you both alive as well..."

Fili and Kili were a bit stunned at the sudden show of affection toward them, but they returned the embrace non-the-less.

Bellethiel let the two go and started to walk toward where some of the Eagles were waiting patiently for them while there were others already taking off with dwarves riding on their back. The only ones that were left waiting for them were Bilbo and Thorin.

"Where are my nephews?" Bellethiel questioned suddenly out of the blue as she walked with the two brothers toward Thorin and Bilbo.

"I woke up alone at the bottom of the watchtower..." Fili said sadly. "I'm not sure where Balamaethor went..."

Bellethiel looked down sadly as she continued walking forward.

"Tauriel went in search for them." Kili piped in, hoping to make his good friend smile. "She went searching with that blond elf prince...so they could very well just be wondering around looking for a way down the mountain. The Eagles will probably find them!"

Bellethiel smiled sadly before patting Fili and Kili on the shoulders as she picked up her pace and went toward one of the Eagles, an Eagle she recognized as the one that was carrying her back when they had escaped the Goblin Tunnels.

"Greetings Arbellason." Bellethiel said as she reached up to pat the feathers on the Eagles neck.

"Bellethiel..." Arbellason said, bowing his head to the elf. "or should I now be calling you Valauthiel."

"Bellethiel is fine..." Bellethiel said as she looked to where Thorin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo were starting to get up on their Eagles. "do you know if any of your kin have found my nephews?"

Arbellason tensed under Bellethiel's hand before he shook his head.

"Not to my knowledge Lady Bellethiel..." Arbellason said. "but I think my kin are circling around the area searching for any survivors."

Bellethiel sighed before Arbellason bent low, allowing Bellethiel to climb up on the back of the Eagle.

"Don't worry my lady...we will find them." Arbellason assured, but even with his assurance, it didn't settle Bellethiel's nerves.

Bellethiel rode alone; Thorin rode with Bilbo, while Fili and Kili rode together.

The company of Thorin Oakenshield rode on top the Great Eagles...where were they taking them? The creatures were headed straight for the empty battlefield toward the bridge that leads into Dale. As the enemy began to retreat back to the hole they came from; the army of Dwarves, Men, and Elves were beginning to congregate away from the battlefield and toward Dale.

One by one the eagles that were carrying the dwarves touched the ground gracefully and the dwarves began to hop off of eagles. Those that were already off their eagle were assisting their kin off.

When Arbellason landed, Bellethiel carefully and slowly slid off the back of the eagle. When the elf's feet touched the ground she staggered forward, her legs giving out and buckled from exhaustion. Bellethiel would have fell face first into the ground if it wasn't for Arbellason moving forward and maneuvering his head in front of her to help keep Bellethiel balanced.

"Thank you." Bellethiel said with a smile, patting Arbellason's neck as she gained her footing.

"You should get some rest once you rejoin the others." Arbellason said his voice laced with concern.

"I will rest once I know the whereabouts of my nephews. Not to mention the relation between Thorin, Thranduil, and Bard is settled and they are all on fairly good terms." Bellethiel said, flinching a bit when she moved in an odd way.

"We will find your nephews my lady, you have my word." Arbellason said bowing to Bellethiel before taking off and heading back toward Ravenhill.

"Bellethiel?"

The elf turned to see her King making his way toward her and automatically Bellethiel forgot her pain and smiled, making her way to meet Thorin half way.

Thorin reached out and took Bellethiel's hand in his own, smiling up at his elf and was about to say something before someone interrupted them.

"It's good to see you all are alive." Gandalf's voice called to them.

The two turned to see Gandalf emerge from Dale, the wizard limping a bit as he made his way to them and behind him they could see Thranduil and Bard following close behind.

"I am happy to see that you are alright as well, all of you." Bellethiel smiled.

"This was exhausting..." Thranduil sighed, as he brushed a strand of his hair out of his face.

"We have been in worse battles." Bellethiel said, smiling at the elf Lord.

"Of course." Thranduil chuckled lightly before turning to look behind to see the damage.

"There are many injured in Dale, as well as those coming from the battlefield." Bard said, cradling his arm.

"The healers that I stationed at Dale should be barricaded inside the Great Hall." Bellethiel said.

"Then let us make our way there." Gandalf suggested, smiling as the three turned their backs and headed back into Dale. The company moved forward along with the survivors from the army of dwarves and elves following them close behind.

"Are you okay Bellethiel?" Thorin asked quietly as they kept walking.

"I am fine." Bellethiel assured as she kept her eyes forward.

"Cousin!"

Thorin and Bellethiel turned behind to see Dáin making his way toward them.

"I was worried for a secon'." Dáin said, laughing in relief. "But when I saw the two lads and you at the very front I was able to breathe a sigh of relief."

Thorin smiled and bought Dáin into an embrace, the two leaders exchanging jokes and laughs. After a while Dáin stopped talking to his cousin and turned his attention straight up to Bellethiel.

"I assume that you are to thank." Dáin said gruffly, his eyes barring up at the elf.

"For?" Bellethiel questioned a bit in confusion.

"You watched out for my cousin up there." Dáin said bowing low from the waist. "I would like to hear your story once we reach a place to rest."

Bellethiel smiled and was about to speak when someone calling out to her bought her attention elsewhere.

"Nana!"

Bellethiel turned toward the voice in time to see a young female elf push the double doors of the Great Hall fully open. Thenidiel, Bellethiel's niece, smiled the moment she saw her Aunt and started to make her way toward the elf she now considered her mother.

Bellethiel let out a laugh and slowly started to leave the side of her king, and when she was close enough to her niece Bellethiel immediately pulled the young she-elf into a tight embrace. The two were smiling; laughing, and had tears in their eyes...the two immortals were overjoyed to be reunited.

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

"I was so worried!" Thenidiel said, pulling away after our embrace.

I smiled before remembering something and reached for the sword at my hip. I took it off of and held it out to my niece, glaring a bit.

"You should not have given me this sword." I stated plainly.

"I wanted you safe, and I remember how you fought better with two swords back in Esgaroth...so I was hoping my father's sword would protect you..." Thenidiel said, averting her eyes elsewhere.

I sighed and reached out for her hand, giving back my brothers sword.

"It was very helpful...though I would have preferred that you kept it with you." I said. "Thank you."

Thenidiel turned back to look at me and smiled before she began looking around.

"Where's Beriohtarion and Balamaethor?" Thenidiel questioned.

"I..." I thought for a second before my heart clenched in pain. "The Eagles are still looking for them on Ravenhill..."

"Are they..." Thenidiel spoke, before looking back at me, a slight fear in her eyes. "are they...dead?"

"No." I said firmly. "No they are not."

"How do you know?" Thenidiel questioned.

"I just do..." I stated. "I have faith that they are alive..."

Thenidiel's shoulder lowered and I could tell she was really worried about the whereabouts of her cousins.

"How are things inside of the Great Hall?" I questioned, looking past her and saw those that were injured head into the Great Hall.