The 15th Member

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"We come for our fair share of the treasure the beast stole from us years ago!" Bard shouted.

"And you very well would have gotten it too had you not have shown up to my gates with the threat of war." Thorin growled.

"We do not wish for war old friend." Thranduil spoke.

"And yet your approach us with numbers, and armor, and weapons." Thorin pointed out. "Things civil 'friends' do not need. No, you have come to attack and steal, and you will get nothing so long as these armored elves are on my soil, you see I have not forgotten that you turned your back on us when Smaug came and lest not forget that you held us prisoner when we stumbled into your woods."

Bard looked at Thranduil but didn't speak.

"If it is a fight you want Dwarves, then it is a fight you shall have." Thranduil said and signaled his men.

We grabbed our swords, axes, and hammers as we readied ourselves.

The men from both sides approached us, we were trapped but we did what we had to, to live.

I swung my sword expertly as Fíli had finally gotten around to showing me how to use it and now I was use to the weight.

My long braided hair flew around as I moved quickly and soon enough the fighting stopped.

My breathing was heavy, it seems this pregnancy was taking its toll on my body already (besides the small bump I already had).

"Won't you surrender, all I ask is a small bit of the treasure Thorin Oakensheild." Bard sounded.

"You will get nothing as long as they are here." He replied as he pointed his sword at my Uncle. "They are greedy and have no real claims here, and yet they bring war to my front doors."

"We can wait as long as we need to." Thranduil said lazily, "we have more men than you and soon you will tire and then we will get what we came for."

But in that instant something shiny caught my eye and caused me to look behind the Elf King. Soon hundreds upon hundreds of heavily bearded dwarves began arriving.

"Our kin from the nearby Iron hill." Dwalin chuckled.

I looked back at my uncle and saw pure fear run across his elegant face, and that's when I saw my cousin, Legolas, right next to him. Our eyes met and they both had a pleading in them, they both said 'leave' neither wanted to see the other harmed.

With the the Dwarves of the Iron Hill standing behind us now we knew that this was going to be it, and all I could think about was 'which member of my family would I be losing today?'

With my bow now in my hands and an arrow already ready to fly Gandalf suddenly appeared.

"While you all were bickering amongst yourselves, the Orcs of the Misty Mountains and Grey Mountains under Azog are using the opportunity to march against you." Gandalf informed us. "They have been incited by my slaying of their Great Goblin, and after hearing news of the death of the Dragon and the now relatively unguarded treasure, they are now mobilized for a full-scale attack."

Men looked at the dwarves and the dwarves looked at the elves, no one trusted the other.

"You must fight together!" Gandalf insisted, "once the beasts come they will not care if you are Man, Elf, or Dwarf all they want is revenge and gold."

I looked at Thorin, I didn't dare speak for him especially in front of his "enemies" but he seemed to understand me.

"We will put aside our fued for the moment and fight these creatures together, when it is over then we can talk about the treasure."