The snow crackled beneath my boots. My lungs struggled from shortness of breath, but I was determined. Not a single of my newfound family would die. Not a dwarf, nor wizard, nor hobbit, nor elf. The orcs under the arch I perched held Fíli captive, but he would not die. I would not allow it.
"GO!" he shouted to his uncle. Thorin's eyes swam with panic and rage. That's when I jumped down, my sword buried to the hilt in Azog's shoulder, released and pushed him over the edge. Fili dropped to his feet and helped me take out the remaining orcs. I swept under one of their fists as one of their swords sliced my arm.
"AGH!" I cried out and clenched the cut for a split-second.
I would not let injury stop me. I stabbed him in the skin below his jaw. The body fell lifeless to the ground, giving me a perfect view of Kili who had just joined us. Thorin left to kill Azog, which was reasonable since he killed his father. Fili and Kili and I had finally finished off all of Bolg's orcs, with the exception of himself, with the help of Legolas. Bolg chased after Tauriel, which led Kili astray.
"Kili, no!" I shouted. He tried to take him on but was slammed against a staircase. I drew my bow and shot Bolg straight through the head. "You'll not cause the death of my kin," I spat on the dead body of that orc filth.
Now to find Thorin. Fili and Kili went back to help the others while I searched for my secretly beloved. There. He and Azog were facing off on a field of floating ice. I circled around them, going unnoticed. Azog had broken the ice and Thorin chucked the block of stone Azog used as a weapon. Confused, the pale orc caught it as Thorin stepped off the ice. Azog fell into the icy water. Thorin watched as his dead body floated under the layer of ice on which his stood. Or so he thought. A sharp cry left the lips of my king as Azog's left sword/hand pierced Thorin's foot. The orc pounced on top of him trying to stab him with his arm but Thorin pushed his sword against it in the dip of the blade.
His strength was exhausted. If I didn't do something, he would die. I knew Thorin wouldn't approve of me killing off his prize, but I would rather have a lively king who didn't get to kill his rival than a king who died alongside the wretched beast. I ran towards him from the back, just as Thorin was about to let go, and stabbed Azog straight in the head. No more orc, no more threat.
I pushed his giant body off of Thorin and held him close. "You could've gotten killed," he whispered in my hair.
"You would've gotten killed, so I don't want to hear it," I replied. He pulled me on his lap.
"Sassy as ever, (Y/n)," he smiled. Without thinking, I pulled the fabric of his shirt towards me smashing my lips into his. He was taken off guard when he heard his nephews cheering from a distance. Every one gathered as the battle had ended. We sat there, content.
"(Y/n).." Thorin spoke softly. His large hand covered my dainty one and held it to his lips. "Be my queen." He announced it loud enough for all of the company to hear.
I gasped, even though it was what I had always wished for. "Of course, my king." He pulled me close and kissed me softly. The company whistled and cheered and clapped and we made our way back to the kingdom.
The elves had returned home, all but a few. Thranduil was there. Thorin looked at me with a certain skepticism but I could not be bothered to care. They went back into Erebor as I stood with him.
"My lord, Thranduil," I said as graciously as I knew how.
"M'lady, (Y/n)."
"Please, follow me." He followed although he seemed rather annoyed. I led him into an abandoned building deep within the remnants of Dale.
"My king might not allow it but I believe you deserve what is yours. Do you agree?"
"Yes.." He said almost as if his answer were a question.
"Hold out your hand."
He held out a pale hand and waited for me. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the gems and elvish heirlooms that were stored in the depths of Erebor. I placed them into his hand and shut his fingers around them.
"This is between you and I. Thorin may not be fond of your folk but I do not hold any grudge against your kind."
He stared in awe at the jewels in his hand. "He has no right to keep them, and you have every right to have them back. Should you ever need aid of any sort, it would be my utmost pleasure to assure our assistance."
"What authority have you to grant such claims defiant of your King?" he questioned.
"You are speaking with the Queen Under the Mountain. I'd like to see him go against them." With that, he thanked me and smiled for the first time in a long while. He shook my hand and returned home with his few remaining brethren.
"Thorin!" I called, running back to Erebor. He welcomed me with open arms. I ran into them gratefully burying my head in his neck.
"I know what you did, love. Thank you. I never would've brought myself to do it."
I pulled away and we walked hand in hand back into the kingdom... our kingdom.
