LOOKS OF CONCERN AND IMPRESSMENT were flashed at the brunette woman that whielded her sword like there was no tomorrow - every little Goblin was slain, slashed and freed from it's ugly body as she decapitated them.

Felicity had never felt more relieved than she did right now - the emotions she was able to release, the fear she had felt before turning into such anger.. causing her to keep going.

Her secret was revealed to the Dwarves, who she really was.. but in the end she knew it as much as Mithrandir himself.. - it was inevitable.

"Follow me!", she heard Gandalf yell from behind, causing her to turn around and gladly listen to the words of the Wizard. "Quick!"

The brunette woman slashed her sword into the stomach of a Goblin, her eyes searching for the Dwarves, hoping that they are all fine on their own - her hazel brown eyes sparkling mysteriously at the King under the Mountain - who gladly caught her glimpse in the fight.

Felicity was such a gracefull person, her fighting skill was majestically and unbeknownst to her - Thorin admired her for the strength she held.

"Run!", she heard Gandalf, now leaving the Goblin alone and starting her feet to run after the thirteen Dwarves and Wizard. "Quick! Make way!"

The brunette woman rushed after the company, grabbing Ori as he stumbled and nearly fell onto the ground, clumsy. He smiled at her, thanking her quickly with a shy nod.

"Faster!", Dwalin yelled, turning around to the Princess and the youngest Dwarf. "Fel, faster!"

Amused, she watched as Dwalin had gotten himself the wooden post, running towards the Goblins and yelling out for them to die. A small smile crept onto her face as she followed them, watching as the other half suddenly appeared in front of them.

Felicity didn't even realize that they were seperated.

The woman flashed Thorin a small smile as he rammed Orcrist into the stomach of two Goblins, easily killing them and swiftly pulling it out, spinning around to kill the next ones.

Admiringly, Fel fought her way towards the Dwarven King, backing him up - not seeing the look he had flashed her as he saw her delicate figure appear in front of her.

"Cut the ropes!"

The wooden platforms were falling backwards, and the Goblins that were flying towards them, captured themselves in the deathtrap - their fatese being decided once they saw the way falling onto them.

"Quick! Jump!", Gandalf yelled as they landed onto a moving, wooden platform, nodding at Fili as he pushed Felicity with Balin onto the other passage - bringing her into safety.

The brunette woman landed roughly onto her stomach, groaning as she got pulled up by the old Dwarf, cheking on her if she was alright. "Jump!"

Suddenly, Fili was jumping as the last one, causing Fel to reach her hand out to him as he cut the rope of the flying plaftorm, grabbing the palm of the brunette woman.

"If we survive this, remind me thank you.", the blonde Prince said, causing Fel to smile at him.

They ran furthermore, into the depths of Goblin town - reaching nearly the end.

Gloin was in the front, over the last bridge, as suddenly the Goblin King jumped from underneath onto the wooden platform.

Fel watched with wide-eyes as the fat King growled at Gandalf, who stumbled back, being pushed onto his feets once more as soon as they good.

"You thought you could escape me?", he questioned, smirking at the Wizard evilish, and full of victory, before catching up onto Gandalf with his staff - pushing the him into the back.

"What are you going to do now, Wizard?"

Fel looked at him, her hand clinging onto the one Dwarf aside her - to her coincidence and luck.. it was Thorin.

She turned towards him, her eyes sparkling something unreadable at the King, making her cheeks redden slightly. Fel wanted to let go of his hand, yet he squeezed it tenderly, before releasing it.

A taint flush appeared onto his cheek, as he watched the Goblin King being slashed by Gandalf, causing the wooden platform they stood upon suddenly to collapse, making the brunette woman gleam at Thorin again - her hand reaching out once more for the future King as she held onto him as they slid down the stone wall.

Felicity let out a yelp, watching as the platform landed onto the ground, her buried beneath the wood on the top, luckily.

The brunette woman panted heavily, her hand already letting go of Thorins as she turned to him - without a single word leaving her mouth.

She didn't know why.. but those soft touches.. the gestures - they calmed her, made her feel warm. 

"Well.. that coulda been worse!", Bofur exclaimed happily.

Felicity's troubled mind was disturbed when the fat Goblin King suddenly landed on top of them.

"You had to say it.", she groaned in pain as the Wizard helped her out of her misery.

"You've got to be joking."

Fel helped Kili out from underneath the pieces, watching as his soft - pained expression turned into shock, causing him to suddenly yell after the Wizard, causing the brunette woman to follow his gaze - leading upwards.

"Oh.. shit-", she said, quickly freeing Kili from the pieces on top of him.

"There's to many.. we can't fight them."

"Only one thing will save us!", Gandalf yelled, pointing his staff at the exit. "Daylight! Come on!"

And once she stopped for a quick moment, Fel had to run again - out to the sunlight.

"Over there! Fel, keep up!", Balin yelled, hastily pushing the young woman on.

She was actually quite touched by their seeking out for her. 

When they finally reached the safe woods, Felicity panted heavily, leaning against the tree behind her, her head laid back into her neck.

The adrenaline was finally leaving her, causing her to give her time to think about what might have happened if Gandalf hadn't showed up at the right time..

Her heart was beating high, her pulse was still rushing, needing a little bit time to calm down after the eventful time they shared.

"Are you alright?"

Fel turned towards the soft voice of Gloin, well.. as soft as his voice could get.. and flashed him an reassuring smile and nodded. "Gotta be.", she answered, watching his expression turn into worry.

He knew, that she was more likely to hide her real emotions in front of them, and what had happened with the Goblin King consumed her psychologial appearance - somewhat turning it into a trauma and fear of the little ugly creatures.

She hoped that she wouldn't have to see any of those vile things in the near future.

Where as Gandalf had counted the Dwarves of the company, his eyes started to flash towards Fel - concern gleaming at her through his old, and tired blue orbs.

"Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit?", he questioned, looking around hopefully, thinking that he may have overseen him but he started to get angry instead. "Where's our Hobbit?!"

"Curse that Halfling! Now he's lost!", Dwalin scolded, causing him to go silent by a glare from Felicity. 

"I thought he was with Dori!"

"Don't blame me!"

The brunette woman walked up to her dear friend, placing a hand onto his shoulder, sighing. "Maybe he got away? He's small.. simple to oversee.", she said reassuringly. "Sinthad lín, thîn nîn ion." (There is more to the Hobbit than meets the eye.)

"Where did you last see him?", he still questioned loudly through the crowd of Dwarves, flashing Fel a look.

"Fel's right.", she heard Nori speak up, his voice slightly shaky because of the fear for Gandalf. "I think I saw him slip away.. when they first collarded us."

"Then what exactly happened?"

"So he's still in there?", Fel asked, her heart breaking at the thought of Bilbo captured and utterly lonely in there. "We need to get him!"

"Fel..", Kili said, getting the brunette womans attention - causing her to look at him as he shook his head.

Her face fell into a frown.

"I'll tell you what happened!", Thorin stepped forward - angry and utterly disappointed in the Halfling, causing Fel to clench her jaw in anger. "Master Baggins saw his chance and took it!"

"Thorin-", Fel tried, but only recieved a forlorn glance from him, making him shake his head at the tenderness of his heart-woman.

"No, Felicity.", he said. "Do not try to protect him - because he has thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door. We will not see our Hobbit again. He is long gone."

Now she had enough. What did that grumy, bumptious Dwarf think he was saying?

"Who do you think you are?", she questioned angrily - earning looks from around the Company, while Thorin himself seemed buffled. "Bilbo has shown NOTHING but loyality to you! He tried to be brave!"

Fel took aggressively large steps towards the Dwarven prince, who furrowed his eyebrows together. "Maybe it is better that he is gone! Otherwise he would not feel the need to prove himself for a puffed-in, highfalutin and grumpy old Dwarf!"

The brunette woman was now only a few inches away from the King under the mountain, who held her gaze - giving her the exact same look she flashed him. Rage.

"Uin tithen, mae govannen dan nîn." (Sometimes, we fear what we do not know.), she said once again, watching the black haired Dwarf sparkle prejudiced at her. He was filled with such a decency for the young woman, it pained himself - knowing that there will never be more than what they had now.

But he could still hope, couldn't he?

Everyone was silent, flashing looks of knowledge and interest at each other - while the brunette woman's gaze softened as her eyes went over the shoulder of the Dwarf she was in front of, feeling his hot breath against her lips.

"Just for your information.. no, he isn't.", Bilbo suddenly spoke, causing Thorin to tenderly change at the brunette woman as he turned around, astonished by the bravery of the Halfling.

"Bilbo Baggins!", Gandalf chuckled and felt relieved. "I've never been so glad to see anybody in my entire life!"

"Bilbo..", Kili said, a smile on his lips. "We'd given you up!"

Fili nodded agreeingly. "How on earth did you get past the Goblins?", he questioned, a suspicious look onto the nephew of Thorin.

"How indeed..", Dwalin questioned, leaning onto his axe.

Felicity eyes followed the Halfling towards his pockets, as he chuckled - whispers erupted around her ears, talking to her in Sindarin.. for her to understand.

"Aduial ve, lin i Isildur khelek." (The end is neigh.. The line of Isildur will end.)

The brunette woman sent a worried look towards the Istari, who returned her gaze - filled with worry.

He knew that she knew..

"Well.. what does it matter? He's back!", Gandalf said, trying to hide his suspiciously look.

"It matters.", Thorin spoke with a curious glare at Bilbo. "I want to know."

Felicity thought he would be angrily asking him.. but to her surprise - he questioned with such a soft voice, it made her heart flutter.

"Why did you come back?", he spoke to him, nearly even a bashful look gracing his young facade.

Bilbo's smile started to fade, making his eyes wander through the crowd of Dwarves and Gandalf, stopping at last at Felicity's soft look of reassurance, followed by a simple nod.

She knew that he had it in him.

"Look.. I know you doubt me.", he suddenly told him - making Fel raise her eyebrows. Okay wow.. that is going to be a speech. "I know you always have. And.. you're right. I often think of Bag-End."

Bilbo shrugged, with a salty look. "I miss my books.. and my armchair.. and my garden."

Thorin looked humble at the Halfling, no words being able to leave his mouth as he may have realised now that he was wrong to.. be such an asshole towards him. "See.. that's where I belong. That's home. That's why I came back - because..-", the Halfling stopped himself, clearing his throat. "-.. you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you.. but I will help you take it back if I can."

Fel smiled proudly at him, even seeing a little hint of sparkly tears in Thorin's eyes, made her heart flutter. She was indeed right about him, he had such a good heart..

But to their misluck.. the mood was ruined, as growls erupted from the woods they were.

"Out of the frying pan..", Thorin started, his eyes locked with Fel's.

"And into the fire.", Gandalf ended. "Run! Run!"

Felicity's feet started to drag her far away, hoping to escape the loud growls of the Wargs quickly enough.

She knew who was here - and she was filled with fear, fear of her friends.

"Run!", she heard Balin exclaim loudly through the crowd. "We need to protect Fel!"

The brunette woman looked at the old Dwarf, who nodded at her.

"You're right. Stay by my side!"

Felicity looked over at Thorin, a devoted glance lingered onto her dirtied, yet still beautiful face as she mouthed a passionate "Thank you." towards him.

She ran, Rogol in her hand as she watched afar Bilbo - who had rammed his sword into the open mouth of a Warg, impaling him.

Utterly shocked of what he had done, Felicity made her way over to him, the Dwarven King following her every step as she circled her sword around in her hand, bringing it down to the big wolf that was trying to attack the dead-tracked Halfling.

Going down with a roar, Fel grabbed Bilbo's hand and started to run with him, stopping as their path seemed to end in front of them - the cliff.

Felicity only hoped that their fate wasn't sealed with that.. because they would need a wonder to happen.

"Up in the trees!", Gandalf yelled, causing the young woman to nod and starting to climb onto the Pine-tree, hoping that the Halfling was as smart and listening to them.

"They're coming!", Thorin exclaimed loudly, warning them and looking at the Halfling, before lifting his head into the tree, Felicity's hand stretched out for him to grab as she helped him onto the branch, her force causing him to stop close in front of her dirtied face.

"Thank you.", he breathed, making the brunette woman clear her throat and letting go of his hand, nodding. "No problem.", she answered with a slight high pitched voice watching after him as he climbed furthermore.

"Fel, we will protect you.", Thorin said determinded, causing the princess of Gondor remain silent and look blissful at the future King in front of her.

The brunette woman never would have thought that he would still be there for her, after lying to him - and not telling him his biggest enemy was still alive and searching for her.

"Azog."

Felicity's eyes wandered at first to Thorin, before following his gaze of shock towards the pale Orc with an five-pieced axe instead of an hand, sitting with a raised chin and swollen chest onto his white Warg.

Scars gracing his face and body as he flashed a satisfied smile towards the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?", Azog spoke. "Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish. Torin undag Train-ob." (Do you smell it? The scent of fear.. I remember your father reeked of itThorin son of Thrain.)

Felicity swallowed the anxiety down to her throat, shaking her head.

"It cannot be..", Thorin whispered, his head turning to Felicity, who looked away, feeling caught.

He pointed at Thorin and Felicity. "Uzgûl dush Oakenshield ak Felicity." (Leave Oakenshield and Felicity to me.), he ordered. "Worori-da!"

Suddenly, all the other Warg started to launch forward, jumping on top of the trees and causing the pine to tremble, shake around.

Felicity held onto Thorin, who was loosing his halt - causing her to grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. 

"Sho gad adol!" (Kill the others. Drink their blood.)

"We need a plan.", she yelled towards him, who was rather focused on Azog. "Gandalf!"

The tree that Felicity was on started to fall - lose its grip of the roots in the ground, causing her to scream loudly.

One pine after another fell down, leaving all the Dwarves, togehter with the Hobbit, Istari and Felicity onto the one tree before their end of falling of the cliff was near. 

"What if I face him?", Felicity suggested, looking at Gandalf. "What if I spare us some time?"

Bilbo shook his head, jumping furthermore onto the branch where Felicity was. "You won't.", he said. 

"But if I could buy us some time?" 

"You would be lost.", Fili said, worried at his friend. "We would never see each other again." 

Felicity pressed her lips together, flashing him a tender look. "It's a price I would have to pay, Fili.. You need to reach that Mountain before Durin's day.", she said softly. 

"As I told you." 

The brunette woman looked at the King under the mountain, who still had his eyes locked onto Azog the Defiler. "We will protect you.", he said with a strong voice, it was more an order than a nice plea. "You can't always run the enemy into the arms and think that we would simply live with that." 

Kili nodded, grinning cheekilish at her. "You're one of us now!" 

"And we will protect you with our lifes.", Thorin said, now looking down to the woman he oh so fell in love with. 

The brunette woman turned to Gandalf, who sent her a tender smile. 

She nodded, not really sure what she should say to that - except looking at the Halfling, who sent her an reassuring expression. 

The young woman started to lift her head at the wizard, who started to lit a pine cone on fire, throwing it onto the ground to the Wargs - that seemed to be mildly afraid of the lit warmth. 

"Fili!", he yelled and gave the Dwarven prince a cone, who chained it as a reaction to Bilbo - causing Fel to smile as she watched them throw a pine onto each one of the Wargs. 

A sea of flames sheated beneath them causing them to cheer happily as they scared to big bad wolves away - an enraged roar of Azog erupting loudly onto their ears. 

But soon the cheers were silent, as the last pine tree they were on started to tremble beneath them, the roots loosening their grip from underneath the earth.

"Oh no!"

As if it wasn't coincidentally enough, Bilbo lost his grip on the branch, causing her hand to slip of as well - making the Halfling shake his head at her, fear struck through his body and anxiety was written on his face, yet.. with all her force, she swung him over to Dwalin, who caught him gladly.

But to her unhealty misluck.. Felicity's hand slipped off, slashing her palm open from the rough wood and making her fall face forward onto the ground.

With a loud thud, the brunette woman landed on the hard earth beneath them, her breath hitched as the air was pressed outside her lung - causing her to fight for any tint of oxigen.

Her name was yelled, fearful - worried.

Yet she wasn't able to move quick enough, her vision was flawed, and her only concern now laid upon the Hobbit.

Coughs left her lung, and her throat felt dry - and yet again.. she looked up, watching as Azog walked up to her with a smirk on his scarred, ugly face. "Urzum-ishi thakûrz dush burz-ishi" ( I thought I had lost my wife.), he said in the black speech to her, causing her to shake her head - making her vision finally get back to normal.

Her eyes widened in shock as she shot up, onto her butt - crawling back with all four.

"Uglûk-ishi lû shâd-ishi udûnu-ishi narkûlat!" (I do not want my beautiful woman to get treated poorly because of Dwarf-Scum!)

"I will never be your wife.", she spat at him and pushed herself away from the ground, onto her shoulders and rolled into a standing position - even if it was a poor try to save herself. "I'd rather die."

Felicity grabbed her sword, Rogol, and held it in front of her, ready to fight for her freedom, finally. "Urzum-ishi. Uguum-ishi dush uzgûl lug-ishi tharkat." (Too bad. You would have become a good queen.), he said, with a played regretful voice and lifted his arm, pointing at her. "Bolg, shara-ishi dush ghashûl-ishi zatûl. Uruk-hai nurn." (Bolg, get that worthless piece of human. My patience is strained.)

The young woman watched as the child of Azog jumped forward, trying to grab her - only causing her to slide away from his grip and cutting of his hand with a swift motion.

"Nâsh-ishi thrakat, zara-ishi nurn." (When we are home, princess treatment is over.)

Bolg screamed in pain, holding his hand lost hand and stumbled down, the blood dripping and spouted out of his freshly wound, while he yelled hurt and cursed in the black speech.

Felicity shook her head - standing ready to fight all of them with such an unfaltering pose, she only watched Azog snarl at her and his Warg to growl loudly.

"Uzgûlûk, shara-ishi! Uruk-hai bâsh-ishi narkûl?" (Get up, you trash! You lose against a woman?), Azog yelled at Bolg, who didn't listen to his father - instead, he just squirmed in pain around like a worm. "Lûgu, uzgûl-ishi shâb." (Fine, I'll do it myself.)

With terror in her eyes, the brunette woman watched as Azog snarled again at her, roaring loudly with a devil smirk plastered onto his face - yet.. he started to arch at her with his stupid white Warg.

Felicity closed her eyes, knowing it would be her end.

"Le melin, muindor." (I'm sorry, brother.), was all she whispered in the breach of her end.