Pov narrator

Fili, Kili, Bofur, and Oin climb up the Lonely Mountain. As they approach the gates, they stop in shock and fear as they see the destruction caused by Smaug as he smashed through the front entrance to fly out of the mountain. They look at each other, then run into the halls of Erebor. Bofur calls out, his voice echoing in the silence. "Hello! Bombur? Bifur? Anybody?" he calls. No answer. They clamber through the halls, looking for their kin. As they run down a staircase, Bilbo runs up toward them from another part of the city, calling out. "WAIT! WAIT!" 

"It's Bilbo! He's alive!" Bofur exclaims, and the other dwarves cheer as Bilbo reaches them, panting. "You need to leave. We all need to leave," he says as he calms himself—the dwarves frown. "We only just got here?!" bofur says. "I have tried talking to him, but he won't listen," Bilbo says, but bofur or none of the other dwarves catch on who he means. "What do you mean, laddie?" Bilbo sighs as he says, explaining his words. 

"THORIN. Thorin. Thorin. He's been out there for days. He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. He's not been himself - not at all. It's this - It's this place. I think a sickness lies on it." As Bilbo speaks, Fili looks past him and sees something that causes him to wrinkle his face in dismay. "Sickness? What kind of sickness?" Kili asks, then looks at his brother, who walks past the group and starts heading further down into Erebor, looking at something. Bilbo and the others run after him, trying to stop him. "Fili. Fili. Fili!" Bilbo calls. As they continue heading down, a golden light becomes visible on the walls. They round a corner, and stop short at the sight of Smaug's treasure, heaped so high over the cavern floor that the ground is barely visible. As they stare, they see Thorin, dressed in ornate robes and covered in jewelry, stride slowly out of a doorway. Thorin begins speaking softly, apparently to himself. He looks strange, almost possessed, and the dwarves look at him in surprise.

 "Gold - Gold beyond measure. Beyond sorrow and grief," he mutters before looking up, meeting their eyes. "Behold - the great treasure hoard of Thror," he says and suddenly flings something high into the air to where the dwarves are standing on a stairwell landing, and Fili catches it. It is a giant bloodred jewel. "Welcome, my sister's sons, to the kingdom of EREBOR," Thorin says, his voice is echoing at the end. 

The newly-come dwarves enter the room where the other dwarves are, and they greet each other warmly with massive hugs. "Balin!"

 "Kili!"

"Bombur!"

later, all the dwarves comb through the piles of treasure, searching for the Arkenstone. "Any sign of it?!" throin calls out and gets a chorus of answers such as "Nothing yet." and "Nothing here." the heir of Durin answers cooly, "Keep searching!" dwarf answers That jewel could be anywhere!" to which Thorin booms back "The Arkenstone is in these halls - find it!" dwalin orders the others, saying "You heard him - Keep looking!" Finally, Thorin yells down to them. "All of you - No one rests until it is found!"

Bilbo, hearing all this, looks awkward. Later he walks out onto the ramparts of the front gates, near the hole Smaug made in the wall. He paces back and forth for a while. Then, after looking around to see that no one is watching, he sits down. He thinks back to something you had said not so long ago. "if he gets it, Oakenshield will suffer, it will destroy him, corrupt his heart and drive him mad." he shivers at the seriousness in your voice and knows you wouldn't say nor tell any lies. Once more checking than no one is watching, he reaches into his tunic and pulls out the Arkenstone. He stares at it as it glows with patterns of light from within. 

In Dol Guldur, Gandalf begins chanting something while hanging in the cage. Meanwhile, Radagast is chanting in his home. An Orc approaches Gandalf, his sword bared. "no spells can save you now, wizard!" he snarls. Meanwhile, Galadriel walks through the ruins of Dol Guldur, barefoot, her Ring shining with a white light in the darkness. The Orc throws Gandalf, still in his cage, around while Gandalf cries out in pain. Galadriel approaches Gandalf's location, his cries of pain blaring in the night as the Orc abuses him. 

The Orc pulls open the cage and lifts Gandalf with one arm." you will die," he growls. He throws Gandalf forcefully down onto the floor. Galadriel appears, and the Orc sees her. The Orc roars then run at Galadriel. Galadriel lifts her arm, and a shockwave of power and energy expands all around her, lighting up the sky for miles around as loose rubble flies around from the massive pressure. Galadriel picks up Gandalf, who is almost dead and walks through the ruins carrying him with the Orc dead. 

Sauron's voice speaks out of the darkness, and Galadriel stops. "Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone," he begins, Galadriel finish. "Nine for mortal men doomed to die." Galadriel looks around in shock as the nine Nazgul slowly become visible around her, incorporeal yet partially translucent forms. As they slowly draw closer, wielding their weapons, Galadriel stumbles back until she sits on a statue's pedestal in a courtyard, with Gandalf in her lap. Still unconscious, Gandalf groans." no light can defeat the darkness. You are alone. A light alone in the dark," Sauron says. Galadriel then looks up with a determined face. "I am not alone," she says, and Behind the Nazgul, Elrond and Saruman stride out of the ruins, Elrond wielding his sword and Saruman, his staff.

Snarling, the Nazgul leap forward to confront them. Elrond and Saruman leap forward, attacking the Nazgul. The Nazgul disappear every time they are hit, yet they keep coming back. Saruman throws a Nazgul off a cliff, but it manages to clamber back up the ridge and resumes attacking. Despite this, Saruman and Elrond are still fighting incredibly well. Galadriel talks to Gandalf. "Mithrandir, come back," she whispers. As Saruman and Elrond fight in the background, Galadriel leans down and kisses Gandalf's head. He suddenly breathes in deeply and wakes up, gasping for breath.

"He is here." he cracks as he tries to regain his breath. "Yes - the darkness has returned." Galadriel answers. Radagast appears in the courtyard as the others continue fighting on his rabbit-pulled sled. "GANDALF! Gandalf, climb on!" he yells. As Gandalf tries to get on the sled, Galadriel lays on the floor, weakened from bringing Gandalf back from the brink of death. She tries to help him up, but she is too weak. "He is weak. He cannot remain here - It is draining his life," she says, and as radagast is bout to ride away, Gandalf reaches back and grabs Galadriel's arm. He speaks to her, his voice still hoarse and weak. She looks at him sadly, then pulls her arm away with an effort. Her skin becomes white, and her eyes and body shine with a strange, powerful, and dark light. Finally, she turns to face the Nazgul.

 "NO!" she yells. As Radagast and Gandalf ride off, Galadriel lies on the floor, surrounded by fighting Nazgul, Elrond, and Saruman. Eventually, Elrond and Saruman kill all the Nazgul, pausing to breathe. As they approach Galadriel to see if she's alright, the wind picks up; then, a nearby tower explodes in a massive ball of fire. In its place is the flaming Eye of Sauron. Saruman and Elrond flinch in the face of its power." the time of the elves is over." he says. Then, the Eye pupil expands to reveal Sauron's old form. Beside him rise the Nazgul, all of whom he has resurrected." the time of the Orc has come," he ends. 

As the Nazgul raise their weapons and approach, Elrond and Saruman prepare to fight, only to step back as Galadriel rises. Galadriel is glowing with a green light, and her entire appearance has changed to one of power. She raises her hand, in which is a bright light coming from the Phial of Galadriel, and the Nazgul are blasted away, back into the Eye. "YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE, SERVANT OF MORGOTH!" she says. Her voice changes into a deep, booming, and powerful tone as she speaks. The Eye keeps flashing with fire and chanting in Black Speech while Elrond and Saruman raise their hands to shield themselves from the battle of power between Galadriel and Sauron.

"GO BACK TO THE VOID FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!" The force of her power extinguishes the Eye's flames and sends Sauron hurtling into the sky. Galadriel's powerful form disappears, and she staggers; Elrond catches her as she collapses. Sauron is hurtling toward the horizon, presumably to land in Mordor. Gandalf and Radagast stop and look; Gandalf, holding his sword, looks better. "The spirit of Sauron endured," Galadriel says weakly. "He will flee into the east," she adds. Saurman speaks up, saying, "take care of the lady Galadriel. she has used much of her power. her strength is failing her. take her to Lothlórien" he then turns to face the direction in which Sauron was hurled, with a strange expression in his eyes. 

Gandalf and Radagast arrive at Rhosgobel. "I need a horse!" Gandalf calls his friend, who frowns and says back, "What? Gandalf, where are you going?" Gandalf stops and turns to him, saying grimly. "To warn Erebor. They have no idea what is coming. I saw them with my own eyes - rank upon rank of Moria-orcs. So you must summon our friends, bird, and beast - the battle for the mountain is about to begin."

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Cliff hanger. Sorry for not so much happening in eh story. It'll get better, I hope. 

-Saph 

"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,One for the Dark Lord on his dark throneIn the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie" ―  J.R.R. Tolkien