𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄̈ || A.

𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⸺ the battle of the five armies

"Are we resolved? The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised," calls Bard. Thorin looks over the horizon into the distance, thinking he heard a noise.
     "Give us your answer! Will you have peace?'' pauses Bard, ''or war?'' He looks high up at the Dwarves. Just when Thorin is about to decide, a crow lands in front of him. He gazes at it for a moment before turning to Bard,
     "I will have war."

An army of Dwarves led by Thorin's cousin Dáin Ironfoot arrives. The Dwarves on the Mountain are cheering Dáin's name while Thranduil commands his army of Elves to march toward the Dwarf army, referring to Dáin.
''Hey, Thorin!'' Dáin yells as the Dwarves on the Mountain cheer loudly. ''Ironfoot has come!''

Gandalf's gaze is upon Dáin as they march forward to his army.
"Who is that? He doesn't look very happy," Bilbo asks as he tries to keep up the pace of elves and men.
"It is Dáin, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's Cousin," Gandalf grits through his teeth.
"Are they alike?" Bilbo continues questioning.
"I've always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two," the wizard says and glances down at Bilbo. He looks at Gandalf before shifting his gaze to the marching army.

Dáin rides over the Elf and Lake-town army.
''Good morning! How are we all?'' he asks as he gazes over the elves. ''I have a wee proposition if you wouldn't mind giving a few moments of your time ... Would you consider ... JUST SODDING OFF?!'' Dáin suddenly shouts. The Lake-town army starts pulling back in fear.
''All of you! Right now!'' he yells. ''Stand fast!'' Bard commands. His people are intimidated by the dwarvish Lord.
''Come now, Lord Dáin,'' Gandalf calls as he steps forward.
''Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood.''
''There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down.''
''I will not stand down before any Elf. Not least this faithless woodland sprite! He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then.'' Dáin then turns around to ride back to his army when Gandalf shouts his name.
''Put them in advance, see how far they get,'' Thranduil challenges.
''You think I give a dead dog for your threats, you pointy-eared-princess!'' Dáin shouts, ''You hear that, lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!'' One of the Dwarves of the army yells something in Dwarvish which leads to the cheering of the army.
''Stand your men down. I will deal with Ironfoot and his rebel,'' Thranduil demands as he rides forward on his elk, his elves following. Bard stretches out his right arm to prevent his men from marching forward.
''Let's get this done,'' Dáin says as he reaches his army. ''Send in the goats!'' he commands. The order was repeated in dwarvish and the army moved aside to let the goats pass.

''Ribo i thangail,'' Thranduil demands as he passes his army. The elves draw their bows and arrows and prepare to shoot.
''Thranduil! This is madness!'' Gandalf shouts as he makes his way through the elf soldiers. The goats storm down the hill while the elves are still waiting for their command.
''Fire!'' he yells and raises his sword in the air. Thousands of arrows filled the sky. Dáin commands in Dwarvish which sends revolving sticks in the air which destroy all arrows of the elves. The dangerous sticks had marked its landing in the army of the elves. Thranduil had followed the flying weapon and his gaze shot from his people to Dáin, who laughed abroad. The Dwarves on the Mountain cheer loudly as they see elves being taken down.
''Hey, how do you like that? The old twirley-whirlies,'' he grins, ''yah bugger.'' Thranduil gives another sign to lose arrows from the bow, but the Dwarves repeat the movement. As it struck down at the archers, the front row prepared for the goats. They form a wall with shields and spears.
The goats jump over the shields, where they will be shot down by the archers. The elves moved out of the way with their shields and spears in front. Dáin rides down and soon finds himself killing elves while riding on his boar. Dwarves and Elves fight until they all hear a rumbling sound from the mountains, and the field falls silent.