~Edited~
Warnings: Major feels ahead
The Battle for the lonely mountain was moments away. I was racing myself towards the remains of the town of Dale, trying to find my husband Thranduil. I felt as though my frantic searching was hopeless until I caught a glimpse of that brilliant blonde hair.
"Thranduil!" I call out, bringing his attention away from the man he was speaking with, he looks to me, eyes wide before stepping forwards,
"Y/N, you can not be here. The war starts, I will not let harm come to you!" He proclaims, cupping my face into his hands, staring down at me,
"I shall fight alongside you. Even if it means I die. It will do more harm to me knowing I wasn't there to defend you if you got hurt." I say, looking up into his bright blue eyes.
This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten,
The lost, the broke, the defeated.
A song for the heartsick, for the standbys,
Living life in the shadow of a goodbye.
Thranduil sighs, looking over you once again, contemplating your request. He slowly nods, before turning back to the man and giving him a single of some sorts.
"Come, my queen, the battle begins." Thranduil whispers, hoisting me onto his elk and riding towards the misty mountain.
Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
We'd play make-believe; we were young and had time on our side.
You're stuck on the ground,
Got lost, can't be found.
Just remember that you're still alive.
"This reminds me of when we played as children, except this is real." I recount, remembering Thranduil and I's childhood. He chuckles, stopping in front of the river across from the 13 dwarves. I quickly zoned out what they were saying, trying to figure out what the noise of marching was coming from, the dwarves of the iron hill had arrived...
"I will have war." Thorin spits, causing my attention to turn back to the scene in front of me,
"Very well." My husband seethes, signaling his archers to shoot at the dwarves making their way over the peak of the distant hill.
I'll carry you home.
No, you're not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we've all got battle scars.
You've had enough,
But just don't give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we've all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.
The fight was as intense as one could possibly imagine. All around me, dwarven and elven blood was shed. It sickened me immensely,
"Why must we be so barbaric? What's it all for? A pile of white gems easily found in the rivers near the kingdom?" I mutter, driving my dagger into a nearby dwarf.
That's when the orcs made their way out of the mountain...
This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters,
The young, the innocent, and righteous.
We've got a little room to grow.
Better days are near,
Hope is so much stronger than fear.
"Y/N! Get behind me, now!" Thranduil shouts, dragging me behind him, his swords pointed at anyone who dared to get near him.
"Thranduil, we must work together or our armies will not hold these orcs! We will all perish!" I announce, the fear visible behind my eyes,
