A/N: Just a short, kinda storylineless one

She keeps Thorin from getting gold sickness so he doesn't board up the entrance with stone, and he gives what is owed to Bard and the Lake town people, and gives them temporary sanctuary until they can rebuild their own city. Thorin sends word of the incoming Orc army to the Iron Clan, and upon Azriel's advice, Thranduil.

"It's the Elves! The Elves of Mirkwood have come to our aid!" Kili yelled in surprise from the watch tower. Thorin and Azriel took off running towards him to get a good look, the others all following.

"By Valar, they came." Thorin said under his breath in disbelief. Azriel smirked and elbowed him gently in the shoulder.

"I told you it was worth a shot." She bragged as she smirked down at him. He shook his head at her, but she caught the small smile that appeared on his face.

"Lord Thranduil!" Thorin called as the company pushed open the mighty doors to the kingdom of Erobor. Thorin led the company forward, his crown in place, Fili and Kili on either side of him as Azriel hung back with the others.

Thranduil barely dipped his head in respect, sitting proudly at the front of his gold glittering army, on a mighty Elk of rustic brown.

"Thorin." He acknowledged Thorin without title, which didn't go unnoticed by them all, but the Dwarf let it slide, after all, they needed the help if they were to survive the on coming Orc army.

"You came to our aid, and we are eternally greatful." Thorin exclaimed as he forced a smile and opened his arms wide. Azriel noticed Bard stop beside her to witness what was going on, and she smiled at him as she adjusted the satchel on her shoulder. She had a feeling Thranduil would want what was inside.

"You mistake me. I came for what is mine. I owe you no aid." Thranduil said as he looked amongst us all, his eyes meeting Azriel's as briefly as they met the rest. The company, Bard and Azriel, all paused in silence. The female Elfs mind whirred for a moment and she let out a humourless chuckle. Oh no. I'll get you to help yet.

"Hey, hi, yeah ah, over here!" Azriel said as she waved her hands to catch Thranduil's attention from amongst the Dwarf company. Bard looked at her in shock, confused as to what she was doing.

"Sorry. I mean, did you, like, order all your soldiers and, probably reserves as well, to put on their armour, grab their weapons, and march, halfway cross bloody Middle Earth, to tell us, your not gonna fight?" She asked as she stepped up to the front of the group to stare up at Thranduil, who looked very regal atop his giant Elk, only the small river separating them from him and his massive, and apparently pointless, army.

"Like, what? I mean your men must really hate you. They're taking back their 'long live the king's for sure." Azriel said with a chuckle as she stared out over his soldiers. She made eye contact with one and pointed at him. "This guy knows what I'm talking about." She said as she chuckled again and Thranduil glanced down at him. The soldier shook his head, violently disagreeing with her, as Thranduil looked back at her in deep, burning rage.

"How dare you speak to me that way. You insolent, child." Thranduil scorned the woman with a hiss as he shook with anger. She raised a brow and held eye contact, seemingly not intimidated.

"Oh no, I'm speaking truth to your terrible leadership skills." Azriel mocked, "Whatta you gonna do about it? Not help us fight? Oh wait..." She said as she drew out the last two words in a condescending manner. Thranduil looked about ready to bust a blood vessel. Behind her the Dwarves were wetting themselves in laughter, tears springing from their eyes as they doubled over, heavily amused. Thorin, Bilbo and Bard seemed to be the only three keeping it together as they held back their laughter.

Thranduil took a deep breath and suppressed his rage. He turned his Elk away from the company and called out,

"We're done here!" To his men as they all turned away from them begining to march away.

"Wait wait wait!" Azriel called out, grinning ear to ear as she walked after him. Thranduil halted his army with the raise of a delicate hand. He turned his head to the side looking down at where she now stood beside him. The girl had to admit that even from afar he was handsome, but up close? The man was like an angel. Long blonde hair perfectly straight and billowing around with his silver cape. His blue eyes were hard, but they had a soft, curious and calculating touch to them, like he was always, watching and listening for the right moment to speak his mind. The fact that she could make him lose his shit, only increased her attraction towards him.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot handsome. I'm just playing with you. You're too easy to piss off." She said, her grin still present as she raised a brow at him. Thranduil bit his tongue but remained staring down at her, somewhat intrigued by her gutsie outbursts. Probably that and the fact that she'd called him handsome.

Azriel pulled the heavy wooden box, she'd shoved into her fabric satchel, from its place, and held it in her arms. The box contained every last one of the white gems of Lasgalen. She had collected every single one of them from the treasure hall, even the ones encrusted in jewellery, like the most beautiful necklace she'd ever seen, which she'd sadly placed in the box as well. Azriel adjusted her hold so she could open the lid of the box.

She was well aware of the watchful eyes of Thorin and the others. She had discussed the diamonds with Thorin when she'd found them and had suggested using them to get the King to help them if need be. Thorin had agreed it was a good idea, and rolled his eyes at her when she'd complained about not being able to keep the beautiful necklace, despite the trade being her idea, which of course, he didn't hesitate to point out.

"The White gems of Lasgalen." The King said as he stared down at them with wide eyes. He dismounted his Elk and stood before her. He ghosted his hand out, shaking slightly as he cautiously dipped it into the box to cup a handful of stones, letting them slide through his fingers like sand. He looked up, and crystal blue eyes met chocolate brown as they stared at each other.

"Every last one of them. I placed them in the box myself, even the ones encrusted in jewellery." Azriel explained as she smiled softly at him. She couldn't really understand why jewels or gold ever really meant so much to anyone. They were just stones and metal pulled from the earth. They could not love you, hold you, or care for you. You could not take them into the next life with you, they were nothing but heval, like smoke, here one moment gone the next.

"You're giving them back to me?" He seemed confused at her presentation of them, as if he had never expected them to be given to him if he'd asked, let alone they offer them. She nodded and softly closed the box.

"Lord Thranduil. My name is Azriel and I'm an Elf. I have fought beside these, grimy, terrible mannered, awful smelling, brave, kind, loyal, loving, Dwarves for the last year, as they journeyed to reclaim their lost home. They've only had it for three days, and already others threaten to take it from them again, along with their lives." She explained with pleading eyes as he stared straight at her, not breaking eye contact as she spoke. She felt he was really listening to her, that she could change his mind, and this gave her hope.

"I will give you these stones, but I ask that you think of the beautiful place you call home, and that when you leave here, it will be waiting for you. If you go now, these kind, and innocent people, will lose that and so much more. Please, Thranduil, I ask not as a citizen to a King, but as a humble woman to an understanding man." Azriel finished her speech as she gently pushed the box into his hands, breaking eye contact to make sure he gripped it before she let it go.

Their hands brushed, his warm skin tingling agaisnt her cold fingers as she stepped back from him. Thranduil stared at her for a moment longer, before looking down at the box in his hands. All was quite as everyone waited. No one had been close enough to hear any of their exchange, but they knew what they were waiting on.

"Ready yourselves, and prepare for battle! The Orcs will surely be upon us soon!" Thranduil shouted to his men as he looked up at them all. The men followed orders as generals began organising them. Azriel let out a sigh of relief and glanced back at the others all standing in the door of Erobor. She met Thorin's eyes and he smiled and nodded his head once in pride. She smiled and returned the gesture.

"Tell the Dwarves they have you to thank for my aid." Thranduil said, drawing her attention back to the stunning man, adorned in silver armour. He was enamoured with the beautiful Elf, wondering why she had chosen to travel with such heathens.

He took her hand in his as he placed the box under his arm. Bowing he brought the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it. The Elf's eyes widened and her whole face flushed red at the warm contact of his lips. As he stood back up he smirked and chuckled at her flustered look, finding her very adorable when she was shy. He leaned in close to her ear, his blonde hair tickling her neck and cheek as she stood frozen, not at all used to this kind of treatment.

"Not so confident now." He whispered huskily. She yelped and jumped slightly as he nipped the lobe of her ear with his teeth and tongue, a known sensitive spot for Elves. She slapped her hand over her mouth having never produced such a girlish and shocked sound. Azriel's neck and ears turned red as the blush on her face deepened and she went ridged. Thranduil had the gaul to laugh heartily at her reaction, pulling away from her and mounting his Elk again, his heart feeling lighter than it had in centuries.

Azriel stood with her hand still over her mouth in shock, frozen as Thranduil chuckled at her and turned his Elk away.

"After this battle, I should like to spend some time with you, Azriel!" The King called over his shoulder as he smiled at her. She snapped out of her trance and nearly freaked out again. Ridged as a stone statue she awkwardly walked back to the company with locked knees and elbows.