The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

The Line of Durin

Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! I'm sorry for not updating so soon! Work had gotten in the way and I was tired every day! So I hope that you enjoy this chapter, can't believe we're close to the end of the movie! Oh my goodness!

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I jumped onto the ram Thorin was riding on and situated myself right behind him. Though the problem was that I couldn't sit on the back of the ram like I would a horse; I was a bit too big for the pony sized animal so instead I was more crouched on the back of the creature. I was balancing myself on the animal as we rode forward, the bow in my hand and every so often I would be notching an arrow back and firing it at any orc that ended up getting passed the horns of the rams.

Behind me, my nephews were in the same position as I was, but they were riding with Fili and Kili. My eldest was with Fili while my youngest was behind Kili. They had their swords drawn and ready if they needed to assist the others, but the rams were doing most of the work and we were quickly making our way to Ravenhill.

"Lead on!" Dwalin yelled out over the noise as we forced our way through the army that stood in our way.

(Gandalf's P.O.V)

I was standing by a stairway and watched from the second floor as a giant troll was taken down by arrows, falling down the stairway and collapsing dead on top another pack of orcs that was storming our way. I smiled in relief and moved away, limping slightly and supporting myself with my staff.

"We may yet survive this." I said smiling a bit.

"Gandalf!" Bilbo's voice called out to me. "Gandalf!"

I slowly turned to make my way to where the hobbit was standing, and I bought my staff up and knocked an orc that was to the left of me while continuing on to where Bilbo was standing. I was exhausted as I made my way to the corner of the wall.

"It's Thorin!" Bilbo said happily as he turned to look back at me. "Belle is with him as well!"

When I reached him I looked to where he was looking at and saw four rams racing up the side of the mountain.

"And Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Bellethiel's kin." I said in relief. "He's taking his best warriors."

"To do what?" Bilbo asked.

"To cut the head off the snake." I sneered as I watched all of them reach higher grounds, getting closer to the lookout where the pale gundabad orc was situated on, sending commands down below. 'Be careful all of you...'

(Bellethiel's P.O.V)

We were getting closer...the moment we were clear of the army the rams began to climb up the mountain side and I slung the bow across my back and held on tight to Thorin's shoulder to keep from falling off.

When we reached the lookout, the opposite side of where Azog was situated on, there was enemies waiting for us. I jumped off the ram, rolling as I hit the ground to slow myself down before coming to a stop on one of the staircases. The moment I heard an orc coming up from behind me I took out my sword Ringil and plunged it into the chest of the orc. Once I finished off any enemy that came my way I raced up to where I had seen Thorin and Dwalin jump off their ride.