[Recap]

"Wha?" You mumble.

"I said you must leave now. Thorin thinks you summoned the elves... you should go back to your home before you get enslaved again." Balin frets.

"I... I want to stay and help." You exclaim.

"No!" Balin shouts. "You mustn't; even if Thorin can't remember he loves you, the rest of us do... and that means we won't see you hurt. Now, GO!"

Just as Balin finishes speaking with you, a horn sounds in the valley...

[Just seconds later]

You shift into an Iron-Fury dragon, "Balin, shore up your defences. I will set traps to slow the elves down, but, I doubt you'll be able to hold," You smile sadly. "Good luck, Balin!"

Balin rushes off. You jump high into the sky. I need to scout out the area, to know exactly which route they will take. You fly off the West, scouring the ground.

[An hour later]

You catch a whiff of a horrible smell. Sniff sniff, orcs! You see a small camp of orcs. Scouts! That must mean there is an army of orcs nearby! You drop down upon them, whilst dropping you shift into a ground dragon. You smash into the ground with such force that all that's left of the scout camp is a crater with you in the middle.

You slide into the ground, (ground dragons can swim in the ground like humans swim in water) as the ground closes up after the dragon passes, after travelling a little underground you pop up in the first location that the elves might go past on their way to Erebor, you start setting traps.

You take a moment to look at the area around you, even though it is night-time you can see the rough outline of the low bushes, the slight dips and the small hills... it is beautiful! Suddenly you hear a sound that pulls you from your reverie... Horses! You hide in one of the bushes and listen, "... He had better take the deal, because, if he doesn't we will kill him." Thranduil says with disdain.

"Yes, but, I still think we should give him more time to decide!" the second voice (belonging to Bard) says desperately.

You wait until they pass by, then you rush off towards Esgaroth. If Thranduil isn't at Esgaroth I might have a chance to warn the more reasonable people.

[Time skip brought to you by Naur making her way to the walls of Esgaroth and shifting into an elf]

You start climbing up the cracks in the wall, halfway up you can't reach for the next crack, you grin. Let's do this! You leap...

[Meanwhile]

[Gandalf's POV]

"As I said; he is a fool!" You say. "He should wait and shore up his defences against the oncoming army!"

"I know! But, my father won't listen to anybody! Not even his own son." Legolas says.

"Humph, why does nobody listen to the Istari?!?" You say rhetorically.

"Maybe they think your age has addled your brain." Legolas laughs.

You walk off grumbling. If only Thranduil would listen... We need some sort of proof to make him change his mind...I'll contemplate that over a smoke...

[Naur's POV]

You just manage to catch on to the groove. The rest of the climb goes without incident. You pull yourself over the top of the wall and land right behind a guard, you think fast. If he sees me I won't be able to make it to the commanders, but if I kill him that won't do well with the commanders. You opt for the third choice; as silently as you can, you jump off the wall.

Just as you land (Queue the Mission-Impossible Music ) you hear voices of more guards coming your way, you dodge into a broken down building and run out the other side. You rush down one of the side streets. You swerve when you hear a voice, "Hey! Stop right there! Hey!!! STOP!!!"

You swerve again to avoid the arrow you know is coming, with your lack of armour and the fact that the guard was half asleep you manage to escape, you rush up some stairs in the direction of the command centre. With one final leap, you land outside the command centre and right in front of Gandalf, "Gandalf, what are you doing here?" You ask bewilderedly.

"I could ask the same of you! Thranduil is here! He could take you back." Gandalf whispers harshly.

"Don't worry, Gandalf, I saw Thranduil on my way here, he was on his way to Erebor to talk to Thorin." You explain.

"My dear, you make no sense at all." Gandalf laughs. "How are the dwarves?"

"Thorin has gotten dragon sickness... He banished me from Erebor." You choke. "The rest of the dwarves are well."

"I had no idea, I am so sorry." Gandalf sighs.

"Anyway, the reason why I came is that there is an orc army coming from the west! Thranduil must halt his attack at once!" You order.

"From the west? I came here to reason with Thranduil about the orc army coming from the south-west." Gandalf worries. "That must mean there are two orc armies... they're going to cut us off from Erebor and Esgaroth... They'll sandwich us in-between with nowhere to go to!"