Defended with Shield and Body

Offers rejected

Thranduil and Bard rode towards the mountain, Thranduil on top of his battle elk, and Bard upon a white horse. An army of elves and men marched with them.

Both Bard's, and Thranduil's demands weren't illogical. Bard had slain the dragon that Thorin had released upon Laketown and it was true that Thorin had promised them wealth.

Thranduil came for the gems of pure starlight that had been taken by Thror, Thorin's grandfather when he had gone mad.

Bilbo had tried to tell him before that it was fair to give them both what they wished for, and it would prevent a war, but the dwarf was stubborn, and blinded by greed.

Once they had reached the mountain, the kings looked at each other. "I have come to reclaim something of mine."

Thranduil was the first to speak, and Thorin chuckled coldly. "Yours? Nothing of Erebor is yours" Fili and Kili sighed and exchanged a look, concerned about their uncle.

Meanwhile, Kili was also trying to find Tauriel with the army, but he couldn't find her, nor Legolas. He sighed softly again and looked at Thorin.

"I have earned a share in your wealth. Give me this and me and my army will return home," Bard's words followed.

Thorin shook his head. "I'm sorry. You can't have it. It's all mine" he bellowed the word 'mine' so that it echoed over the plains.

Thranduil spoke again. "I have an entire army here at your doorstep. How many dwarves do you have?"

"I'd rather have these dwarves than five armies! At least they didn't betray me" Thorin hissed.

The other dwarves silently cursed and sighed, really wishing for something that could make his mind be less corrupted.

"You have until dawn tomorrow. Then we will attack," Bard said, and with that, the army turned around and walked back to their camp.

Thorin smirked, knowing that tomorrow at dawn Dain was arriving as well. Together they could fight them off. He turned and walked back inside the mountain, once again starting his attempt to find the Arkenstone.

Which wasn't in the treasure room at all, because Bilbo had found it when he awakened Smaug. Now, Bilbo debated on using it against the dwarves, offering it to Thranduil and Bard so that they had something to offer in order for their gifts.

He snuck out of Erebor and to the tent of the two other kings. He was captured by the elves, but when he stated his business he was allowed to proceed. They talked for a while, and Bilbo gave them the stone, before telling them he had to return. "I still have to wake old Bombur for his shift"

With a heavy heart, knowing he had betrayed Thorin, he returned to Erebor.

The next morning, the dwarves were up early because of the sound of many different horns. Bilbo stood a little behind the other dwarves as they once again moved to stand above the gate. This time, Thranduil and Bard seemed much more pleased.

"The sun is rising Thorin Oakenshield. Will this be a day of peace, or will this be a day of war?"

Everyone looked anxiously at the dwarf, standing proudly yet broken on the battlements. "I will have war!" He cried.

"Remember this, Thorin, even if you win this war today, you will still never find what you are looking for." Thranduil smirked.

His eyes widened. The Arkenstone. Thranduil had the Arkenstone? How could he have gotten it?

Then realisation dawned on him. Bilbo. It had to be Bilbo. "Nooo!" He roared and turned on his heel to grab Bilbo by his collar and drag him to the edge of the platform.

Bilbo squeaked and fear was written allover his face. "Thorin please, I had to do it! You are not yourself!" Thorin didn't seem to care and nearly threw Bilbo off, letting him dangle there as he only held him by his shirt.

"You betrayed me! After everyone I lost, you betrayed me too!" His voice wavered, and tears were visible in his eyes.

"Thorin..." Dwalin spoke lowly, taking a careful step towards the elder dwarf.

Then, time seemed to slow down in Thorin's head, and all he heard were Bilbo's pleas for help, and the gasps of the other dwarves as he nearly let him fall. He realised what he was doing was bad, and for a second his own mind returned, and he pulled Bilbo back up.

"You are from now on banished from Erebor."

Bilbo was already glad he wasn't dead, and even though Thorin's word really hurt him, and he would miss the dwarves, he ran away and out of Erebor.