The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Everything I Did, I Did For Them

Author's Note: Hello Hobbit Fans! We have come to the moment you've all been waiting for (since A LOT of people...maybe not a lot but I've had people asking)! So here it is the moment we find out if I went with the sad ending or a different ending! I also made the bad mistake of thinking I should wait longer to see if it would get a lot of people wanting the next chapter because of how I left it in the last chapter, but I think I may have waited too long haha. Back on topic, I thank you all for the lovely comments, follows, votes and for getting this story to 4.2K views! I also want to say to all the new readers, and to the readers who have been with me for a very long time, thank you for giving my story a chance!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HOBBIT! All rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson! Anything you notice from the movies or the books belong to those two wonderful men who bought Middle Earth to life! Any grammar errors you see that I have overlooked I apologize in advance! ANYWAY! Happy reading you lovely readers!

~Everything I Did,~

(Third P.O.V)

And thus...the battle was won.

Azog the Defiler was dead and so was his spawn, Bolg. The army of orcs, goblins, and trolls were driven away, slinking back to the holes that they emerged from. Any strays that stayed behind were hunted down by Beorn.

And there, sitting alone on top the stone structure of the lookout sat a lonely elf, her shoulders sagging in defeat. Her armor rented, black blotches of blood splattering across her armor and face. She watched the scene going on on the frozen lake and with a heavy heart she let out a long sigh. She was exhausted...emotionally, physically and mentally. What was going through her mind? One could only assume she was grieving over all the lives this war had taken...the friends and family she possibly lost. She took to not moving, for every time she moved a muscle, she would flinch and take a short intake of breathe...her breathing stuttering until she sat still and relaxed. The elf did not make it out scratch free for that would've been impossible, she's sure that on her body there were wounds and arrow tips stuck in places that she couldn't reach, but she didn't bother inspecting her body just yet. She was just too exhausted to care at the moment.

"Belle?" The voice of Bilbo bought the elf's attention back to the present.

Bellethiel looked behind her to see Bilbo running toward her with a panic look in her eyes. As he tried to regain his breathing, Bellethiel could see a slight bruise on his forehead as she watched his shoulder sag up and down, the poor thing was trying to regain his breathing and he was looking around frantically.

"Where's Thorin? And Fili and Kili as well?" Bilbo questioned all at once, his sentence blurring together as he rushed through what he was trying to say.

Bellethiel looked down and away...and with that Bilbo began to assume to the worst. He begged Bellethiel for it not to be true, but then she did something that caused the hobbit to stagger back and let out a relieved laugh.

The elf captain smiled.

"See for yourself." She replied happily, motioning with her head to where the frozen lake was.

At the very edge, where the frozen lake stopped stood the whole company...all thirteen of them.

Dwalin and Balin.

Oin and Gloin.

Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur.

Ori, Dori, and Nori.

And there, standing close to the edge of the lake stood three battered, bruised, but breathing and living dwarves.

Fili and Kili.