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Thorin was in horror. As is having Azog attacking them out of nowhere was bad enough, and now that a bat had gone and taken Anne?

No, horror was the wrong word. Scared? Yeah, that seemed about right.

So he paced the floor, pushing his hands through his hair and making stressed noises. Kili was tapping his foot and biting his nails as he thought, Fili frowning.

"We need a plan," Thorin said. "And we need to find Anne."

Bilbo came scurrying back to where the Goblins came from, heaving in big breaths. "There are more Goblins coming," he wheezed. "Don't know how many."

Thorin cursed and stood on the edge, trying to look on the other side. The structure on the other side seemed almost abandoned and desolate, and the thick fog that covered everything made it hard for him to see. Fili and Kili stood on opposite sides of him, squinting.

Fili nudged Thorin's shoulder. "Look, I see a silhouette!"

Thorin frowned and narrowed his eyes, sighing in relief when he saw Anne stand on the edge of a ledge and wave. Then she wobbled as the ground rumbled beneath her feet.

"Hide, Anne. Hide!" Thorin muttered to himself.

Almost as if she had heard him, she ducked and hid behind the edge. Thorin head his breath, balling his fist when Azog emerged from the tunnel. He sniffed the air, and Thorin saw Anne shrink back. A bunch of nasty looking Orcs with yellow eyes were behind the Pale Orc, he of which looked up.

"A squad of you, go back and find the Elf," Thorin heard him order loudly, making teh Dwarf snarl as about fifty Orcs obliged and went back through the tunnel. "The rest of you, we kill the Dwarves."

Thorin blinked, paling slightly. "They're going to kill her," he murmured to himself, shaking his head fast. He whipped his head around. "Dwalin, Bilbo, stay here and deal with the Goblins. I'm getting Anne."

Thorin didn't really wait for them to answer. He jumped over the ledge and wobbled around on the ice a bit. Once he was stabilized, he gripped his sword tightly and growled at the Orcs that Azog was leading, the Pale Orc roaring. Thorin roared a battle cry of his own and charged.

"Uncle!" Fili cried.

Kili and Fili hopped over the ledge as well and also charged, following their uncle into battle. Thorin ducked when an axe came swiping over his head, sliding on the ice and cutting through about two Orc's middles. He got on one knee, just barely blocking the sword that was going for his head. When he removed his sword from his head, he rolled over. He was about to finish the Orc that tried to kill him off, but an arrow embedded itself in his skull.

"Anne," Thorin breathed.

She was there, all right, and she was shooting arrows like no tomorrow. She was perched on the ledge, her bow up and next to her face, her arrows pointed towards Azog's enemies. Fili and Kili noticed her there, too, but they managed to not get distracted and kept fighting.

Thorin, on the other hand, was just standing there and watching. He was oblivious to the fighting around him, and he grunted when Azog suddenly appeared and whacked him to the side with his sword claw and separated him from his nephews, snarling and baring his teeth.

"Thorin!" Anne cried.

Thorin shook his head, getting the spots out of his eyes. Azog took steps back as his Orcs started to slowly close in on him, his attention going to Anne who was fighting the Orcs that had gone back inside Ravenhill to find her.

"Run her down!" he roared. "Kill the She-Elf!"

As soon as he said that, more Orcs started overwhelming her. She squeaked and turned on her heel, dashing off with the monsters close on her tail.

"No!" Kili cried, grabbing an Orc's arm and ramming his knee to his gut before throwing him to the side. He grabbed his brother and then dashed off after Anne.

Thorin felt his blood boil. He gripped his sword tightly and stood, not caring that he had a huge gash over his right eye. He exhaled deeply, his sword in front of his face. The Orcs were coming in on him, spit flying everywhere as they snarled. Their yellow eyes glowed with hate, Thorin's filled with rage and anger.

"Go in for the kill!" Azog screamed, and they all charged.

The King's eyes became full of steel, and adrenaline began coursing through his veins. "You can break my soul," Thorin started loudly, ducking when an Orc charged and swung his club before cutting into his middle. "Hurt me." Thorin yelled in rage and batted away an Orc's club with a pointy spear tip at the end. "Beat me." He stabbed the Orc before leaning to the side and conking another in the face, quickly grabbing a dagger of his and stabbing him in the jugular without looking back. "Kill me. But for the love of Mahal"—he threw his knife at an incoming Orc, the knife embedding into his skull—"don't"—Thorin took two steps forward, snapping an Orc's neck with one hand—"touch"—he swung his sword, taking off three heads at once—"her!"

He looked around the frozen lake, feeling satisfied when he saw that all the Orcs were dead. He sighed in exhuastion, panting and catching his breath. He could hear many swords clashing from a distance, and also the cries of both his nephews as they tried to come in contact with Anne. He was about to run that way, but Dwalin shouted his name and came running from where Thorin originally came from.

"All the Goblins are dead," he said, swallowing a big gulp of air. "But Bilbo is unconscious, and he's been that way for a while now."

Thorin licked his chapped lips, sighing as he thought. Yet he narrowed his eyes when he saw a silhouette in the shadows, gritting his teeth. Dwalin also looked where Thorin was looking, growling quietly. "What do we do?" he asked lowly.

"Find Fili and Kili, and get Anne, and get them all out of here," he ordered to his friend, glancing at him before focusing his attention forwards again. "I've got this."

Dwalin hesitated before nodding, running off. Thorin watched his friend go before looking straight ahead. He exhaled deeply, and he could hear and feel his heart pounding against his chest ringing in his ears. His sword was a few feet off the ice, the tip almost dragging as he slowly walked forwards. Azog was waiting for him from afar, holding a chain with a huge rock attached to the end with his good hand. Where he got it from, Thorin had no idea.

That's when a horn sounded, and Azog smirked. A big army from far off was marching near Ravenhill, but Thorin payed no mind to it. His attention was entirely on the pale Orc, and he stared him down with cold blue eyes.

It was time to end this.

Azog roared once more and charged, swinging his chain around. Thorin ducked twice before jumping backwards, ducking again and sliding to his left near the structure that Dwalin was in, swinging his sword and swiping at metal, now behind the Orc. Azog yelled and turned around, bringing his chain over his head. Thorin leaned to his left, the rock hitting the ice hard. The ice cracked, and Thorin wobbled around.

Great.

Not wanting to be in the wobbly part of the ice, Thorin yelled and tackled Azog, causing the Orc to cry out and grunt when he let go of his chain. Thorin growled as the two wrestled it out, Thorin landing on top on him. He raised his sword in the air, but Azog kicked him off of him. Thorin grunted and rolled over, scurrying to his feet quickly. Azog did the same, yet he left his chain on the floor.

That's when Thorin heard Fili scream loudly, and his attention diverted to the structure. Luckily, he heard screeching, and both of them looked up to see eagles led by Radagast and Beorn flying overhead and diving and attacking the army from the north. But then a few horrifying seconds later, he also heard Fili and Kili scream a name loudly in anguish:

Anne.

Thorin was so horrified and unfocused, he didn't even notice Azog as he tripped him up. Thorin cried out and landed on his back, doing both a mix of a grunt and a yell as Azog tried to bat his sword away. Then he gasped and grunted when Azog brought his sword straight down towards Thorin's chest, the Dwarf just barely blocking the hit. He breathed deeply through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes and grunting in effort. Azog merely sneered and kept pushing the blade closer and closer to his chest, and Thorin didn't really have the strength to push back. He was tired and exhausted, and he honestly wanted to get this all over with.

That's when he had an idea. It was stupid and really dumb, but it was a plan, and he legit only had one shot.

Why not try, right?

Azog's sword was literally poking at Thorin's chest now, and the Dwarf knew he could do nothing. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, breaking the sword lock. Azog's sword came impaling through his chest, causing Thorin to both cry out and gasp. Azog sneered and smirked in triumph, but Thorin still had one more trick up his sleeve.

He gripped his sword tight and stuck it through Azog's breastplate, making the Orc let out a strained gasp from the impact. Thorin grabbed his arm with a yell of effort and flipped them over on the ice, sighing in relief when Azog's sword came out of his chest. The Orc was gurgling, his dull and icy blue eyes still filled with rage. Gritting his teeth, Thorin grunted and exhaled when he pushed his sword through the ice, watching as Azog breathed his last breath befre going slack on the ice.

Finally.

Thorin breathed in deep and ragged breaths, blinking in shock. He groaned to himself and rolled off Azog's body, coughing out the tiniest bit of blood. He gritted his teeth and stood, taking deep breaths and looking at Azog's body. He clutched his middle as he turned away from Azog and walked slowly to the edge of the frozen lake, exhaling in horror when he his kingdom. It was a mess, and there was fire and flags everywhere. Even though he didn't have Anne's eyesight, he still saw the amount of dead. He could hear Dain from afar, as well as the eagles screeching.

This is all my fault, he thought to himself. I'm so sorry, Anne.

He blinked and croaked out a little noise, exhaling deeply as sad and pitiful tears formed in his eyes. He felt his strength wan, and he also felt weak. Thorin let out a breath before collapsing to his left, landing on a rocky yet snowy platform. He wheezed and tried to breathe, his blood watering the snow. His coughs were strained, yet he sighed in relief when he saw a certain Hobbit run down the structure to his right and slide next to the Dwarf.

"Bilbo!" he wheezed.

"Don't move. Don't move. Lie still." Bilbo glanced at Thorin before looking at his nasty wound, gagging in disgust. Nonetheless, he tried his best to help by pressing his hand against Thorin's wound and trying to tie together pieces of his shirt so it could try and reduce the loss of blood.

"I'm glad you are here," Thorin croaked, ignoring Bilbo's shushing. He swallowed painfully. "I wish to part from you in friendship."

"No. You are not going anywhere, Thorin," Bilbo said, his voice wavering. "You are going to live."

Still, Thorin pressed on. "I would take back my words and my deed from the gate," he said, pausing slightly to take a breath and swallow. "You did only what a true friend would do. Forgive me."

Bilbo made a noise like he was we about to speak, truly confused.

"I was too blind to see it. I'm so sorry." His voice was breaking, and he both looked and sounded sad and full of regret. "That I have led you into such peril." Thorin grunted and coughed some more, his breathing uneven.

Bilbo shook his head fast, gripping Thorin's hand as he felt his strength wan. "No, no, I am glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them," the Hobbit explained, trying to smile. "It is far more than any Baggins deserves."

That's when Thorin found it in himself to smile, his voice soft. "Farewell, Master Burglar."

Bilbo inhaled like he was about to say something again, but then sighed and let his shoulders slump, yet he was still holding onto Thorin's hand.

"Go back to your books, and your armchair," Thorin whispered, his voice breaking. "Plant your trees, and watch them grow." Thorin swallowed, saying this next bit slowly. "If more people valued home... above gold..." he swallowed again, taking a big breath, "this world... would be a merrier place."

After that sentence, Thorin let out a noise. He felt his throat start to close up, and everything was muffled. He could barely hear Bilbo, the Hobbit trying to keep him awake in some way shape or form. He saw the eagles circling the sky, yet there was one specific one he saw with two people on it, a figure in its talons.

Thorin gasped as he felt his body shut down, and he saw Bilbo's finger pointing to the eagles in the sky. Yet... everything seemed so blurry, even when he saw a dark figure descending.

Then he started to feel light, and it wasn't because he was being lifted into the air, but because his life was leaving him. He was oblivious to everything around him, but the what light that he was seeing. He did get one last thought in, though.

I love you, Anne.

Soon enough, he was engulfed in that same white light.

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