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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

As Kili remained on Saeril's shoulders. He gave out battle yells and cries...as his sword slashed through the enemy of the Orcs. Stabbing, slashing..cutting of a few heads and throats of the Orcs. Ducking in another direction, if an orc tried to lash out at him...but with Saeril flying...a few of the Orcs ended up hitting each other as they ducked out of the way quicker.

Thorin fought through the army...spinning out of the way of oncoming attacks. "Dain!" he called out, seeing his cousin. He hugged his cousin gladly, when the pair of Dwarves were close to each other. "I do." he smirked glancing towards Azog. "We take out their leader!" As Thorin jumped on one of the beasts, that Dain's warriors rode in. He began to make his way towards Ravenhill; calling for Fili, Saeril, Kili and Dwalin. They were his best warriors...and they, Sons of Durin and their Guardian would kill Azog as a team.

Bilbo caught sight of something moving towards Ravenhill. "Thorin." he muttered. Gandalf whom was near by, watched the scene "And Kili, Fili, Saeril and Dwalin. He's taking his best warriors." The Wizard breathed out.
"To do what?" Bilbo asked glancing at the Wizard. "To cut the head of the snake." Came Gandalf's reply..before everyone heard the sound of oncoming horses.

Tauriel had arrived with Legolas and Yavanna on their horses. But they were slashing their way through a few Orcs that were blocking their way. As she rode her horse...she pulled out one of her daggers...slashing at the beasts.

Yavanna kept her one arm round Legolas' waist...as she pulled out her Dagger. And slashed at one of the Orcs. But to her and everyone else surprise. A telekinetic force knocked back the entire load of orcs that had been blocking their way...backwards. The orcs landed in a heap...few stabbing each other; with their own weapons. As they landed in awkward positions; impaling their own kind as if by force. The others scrambled up and run off else where.
Tauriel was just as surprised by Yavanna's new sudden spring of power. But it came in handy.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

From the city of Dale, Bilbo heard the horn. "Thorin." he muttered to himself. As he stood one of the near walls...he saw Saeril fly into battle with Kili on her shoulders...and the Dwarves of Erebor charge into battle.

"For Erebor and the Sons of Durin!" Kili yelled out, before giving battle cries of his own. As he unsheathed his own sword.
"For Erebor!" Thorin and his group yelled out, as they run into battle. Thorin drew out his sword and started to slash his way through the enemy of Orcs that went to attack. Kili kept a good grip on Saeril as she flew into battle...moving with her, as he kept a perfect balance with her. A few orcs were dazed seeing the Dwarf on top of the flying elf...his sword slashing through the army of Ocs.
Watching the scene from Dale, Bilbo watched the Dwarves. "The Dwarves...they're rallying." he breathed out.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Kili saw the hope in Saeril and Fili's eyes. Thorin was back...his uncle was fighting, what-ever he was suffering from. And Kili was glad off that. And now that his uncle was back to his normal self; he was more than happy and very willing to fight beside him; to help him protect what was their home. Their family home. Kili raised his own sword, along with the others. A few cheers from the elder Dwarves came. Of gladness that Thorin recovered. And off agreement, that they would fight along side their King. But most importantly, Their friend.

As Kili was about to leave with the group; he rose a slight eyebrow as Saeril stopped him. If she was about to stop him now, the youngest Dwarf was prepared for giving a mouthful. He wasn't going to back out of this now. Not after everything that had just happened. It took him a few moments to realize, why she had stopped him when she knelled down on her knees by the gap near the wall. Kili smiled down at her.

Climbing on. The young Dwarf made sure he had a good grip and balance; so that he could move with her and be able to fight; from the higher up position.

It was a few seconds, after Saeril flew them into battle. That Thorin and the rest of the company smashed the rocks that were protecting the entrance of the mountain. Running; Thorin was at the front. As his group charged into battle.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"Go! Now...before I kill you!" Were the last words Thorin spoke to his friend, before he left. He stood there for a few moments longer; before making his way else-where.

Thorin felt like his mind was spinning..and soon he found himself in the room where they tried to kill Smaug, with hot molten Gold. It was all dried up...most of the floor, shiny gold. 'You sit with a crown upon your head...you are lesser now then you've ever been.' Words, memories swam inside of his mind.

'Treasure worth as this, cannot be counted lives lost..'
'A sickness lies upon that treasure.'
'This Gold is ours..and ours alone.'
'Where were you, when I needed you?'
'You're not well...it was for your own good!' As Thorin walked around the Golden floor..he looked spaced out. Almost hallucinating. 'I will not part...with any of this.''He cannot see beyond his own desire.'
'A sickness that drove his Grand-father mad.' It felt like his world began to spin, turn, churn, collapse around him and that he was beginning to drown in the golden floor...that was still. But to him, it was eating him alive...the sickness was eating..drowning him...driving him crazy. Images of Smaug came back to haunt him...even Bilbo's words, and his own inner voice. 'You have changed Thorin. 'I'am not my Grand-father!' 'Is this treasure, really worth more than your honor?' 'I'am not my Grand-father!' But he was..he was on the same path of maddness.
'This treasure will be your death.'

As he finally snapped out of the Hallucinations...he took of his crown and tossed it onto the floor. It felt like he could breathe; like he was free and himself again.

"Now comes their end. Prepare for the final Assault!" Azog commanded.

Kili had not moved from his spot for ages...when he saw his uncle approaching. Somewhat slowly...Kili stood up fast..the same look in his eyes, that had not left since he sat down. "I will not hide, behind a wall of stone. Whilst others, fight our battles for us!" Kili yelled out. As his uncle approached him. "It is not in my blood, Thorin." he shook his head; tears welled up in his eyes of frustration.

"No...It is not. We are Sons of Durin. And Durin's folk do not flee from a fight." Kili teared up; it seemed like his uncle was back. Thorin touched his forehead to Kili's..patting his back softly. "I know, I have no right to ask this of any of you. But will you follow me...one last time?" Thorin asked looking at everyone.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

It was as if Thorin remembered something "There are halls, beneath these halls within this Mountain. Places we can fortify...make safe. Yes! Yes! That is it...We must move the Gold futher beneath, for safety." Thorin began to walk away from his throne, once he stood up.

"Many die in war! Life is cheap." Came Thorin's somewhat heartless responce. "But a treasure such as this, cannot be counted a life lost. It is worth, all the blood we can spend!"

"Do not speak to me, like I am some Lowly Dwarf Lord." Thorin breathed out; getting agitated. "As if I was still Thorin..Okaenshield." He almost sobbed...before drawing out his sword. "I am your King!" he yelled out, swinging his sword in a drunken way..almost falling to the side.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thranduil fought through a hoard of Orcs..riding towards Dale. To help defend the city and it's citizens. At least 6 or 8 Orcs jumped at the beast he rode upon...caught in it's Antlers. With his sword...the Elvenking cut of their heads. As all the Orcs fell dead..the beast beneath him collapsed...throwing him down. The King landed on his knees...and a group of Orcs surrounded him. Pulling out his other sword...he began to fight, slash and stab the hideous beasts that were around him.

At least 50 or so Elves, marched towards the city of Dale. To help their King.

Azog growled from his spot "Let these lands, flow with Blood! Slaughter them all!" More horns were sounded.

Thorin was sitting in the throne room...a blank expression on his face. He was hiding away from the fight. Hearing footsteps, he saw Dwalin approaching.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Kili felt irritable; watching his uncle walk off. Hiding from within the walls of the mountain...doing nothing to help. He just frowned and sat down on one of the rocks...silent...and annoyed. His jaw was clenched...anyone who knew that look; knew not to touch or speak to Kili. As he was in a foul mood, feeling angry that his uncle would do this. This was not right.

Bilbo run towards Dale with Gandalf...to help Bard and his group fight of the Orcs there. Meanwhile, Tilda and Sigrid were walking through the Marketsquare when the Orcs came. The girls screamed, running off. "Tilda! Sigrid!" Their brother called for them, he had a sword in hand. Anyone able, no matter what age had weapons on them. He tried to find his sisters among the mess...protecting himself, from the enemy.

The two girls got lost among the market, screaming as Orcs followed them. Bain jumped out from the side, with his Sword. Stabbing and managing to behead the Orc that went to attack his sisters. The girls had their backs turned to the fight behind them. When they turned around, they glanced for their dad; until they saw their father fighting off Orcs near by. "Da!" They both called...before the youngest of the two girls, screamed seeing a troll walking towards them three.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thranduil's jaw clenched hearing the insults from the Dwarf of Iron Hills. But still, he tried not to be swayed away by his words. "He's clearly mad! Like his cousin!" As the two armies got in their ready stances. Thranduil glanced over to the side, where the giant worms erupted from the ground.

Kili stiffened besides his God-Mother and Elder brother; seeing the large worms that sprung from the ground. This was not good. "They can be killed...right?" he muttered, lowly enough for Saeril to hear. Last thing he needed was his uncle, telling him off for such a stupid question.

A loud horn sounded in the not so far distance. Azog the Defiler, ordering his army of Orcs to come forth. Hearing the sounds of the Horn; Thorin knew the were in trouble. "I am going over, who's with me." Kili spoke...a few of his fellows cheered until Thorin's voice broke their enthusiasm.
"Stand down." he said, ordering his group from within the Mountain.
"What?" Kili asked dumbfounded. "We.."
"I SAID STAND DOWN!" Thorin growled at them all. His uncle had got them into this mess. Now he wanted them to stand down? Kili's jaw clenched in annoyance. Balin just sighed, at Thorin's actions; the King really had lost his mind... there was no hope with reasoning with him.

Bilbo looked shocked at the turn of events...it seemed the Dwarves were getting ready to fight. The elves standing still "The elves...will they not fight?" Bilbo questioned. As the Dwarves formed a shield...their weapons facing spike-wards to the enemy. The elves than began to leap over the Dwarves...attacking the advancing orcs.

Looking around...Bilbo was in the middle of the advancing elves. "Ummm...is this a good place to be standing?"

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thorin was too corrupted; too angry and riled up to think correctly. A Dark Raven flew over, sitting near the stone where Thorin was standing. "I will have war!" Thorin proclaimed...almost as soon as he said it. The arrival of his cousin was heard...the Dwarvish Army marching towards the elvish one. Kili cold not believe his uncle...still..after all of this? He wanted a war?

Thranduil's jaw clenched, hearing Thorin. Very well, he had decided his fate. The King rode through his army, commanding them...as they turned to face the army heading their way.

Bilbo closed his eyes in defeat...hearing Thorin. Running after Gandalf. "Who is that?" he asked, seeing the army heading towards the elves, men and the pair of them.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thorin snarled, as he shoved Bilbo away. Bofur and Balin proceed to help him, by giving him the rope. As Bilbo shakily exited the mountain...before walking over to Gandalf. "I am done, dealing with Wizards and thieving rats from the shire!" The Dwarf growled. Ignoring Gandalf's words. His jaw clenched...as he glanced towards the side...expecting the arrival of his cousin and his army, any moment now.

The new image of Thorin, was beginning to scare Kili. His uncle was even worse, than when he attacked him the other night. He stood by his elder brother and God-Mother. Sad to see Bilbo being thrown out like that..it was not fair on young Bilbo. Or any of them really...Bilbo had been loyal.