As Thorin's little group rode towards Ravenhill...they slashed many orcs once they got there. Thorin jumped off of his beast...attacking the orcs, with the help of everyone there. But once the Orcs were dead...it was dead silent. Thorin looked around. "Azog...where is he? Where did he go?!" Thorin asked; dumbfounded and almost angry...that the Orc seemed to have run away. "Fili, Kili, Saeril...scout the lower and upper levels...if you see anything...report back." he told the trio.

As Kili leapt off of Saeril...his sword stuck in the one Orc...both of them landed on the floor. But Kili unharmed...pulling out his sword..he glanced around. No sign of Azog anywhere, he couldn't have left? [i]Could he?[/i] "It's Empty...I think Azog has fled." Kili breathed out.
"I don't think so." Thorin said shaking his head "Keep low and out of sight...do not engage." he added to his instructions. But a few odd sounds were heard...Goblins were arriving at Ravenhill. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. Thorin kept his stance near Dwalin...as the pair began to fight of the Goblins.

Yavanna got off the horse with Legolas' help...putting her dagger back into it's sheath. Hearing whom was at Ravenhill, she stiffened besides the Prince in worry. Tauriel saw the worry across Yavanna's face, when she heard whom was at Ravenhill. 


[i]Meanwhile,[/i]
King Thranduil walked among the streets of Dale. Seeing the dead bodies of his elvish warriors. "Recall your company." The King instructed one of his surviving men...and an elvish horn sounded. When he heard Gandalf, he rolled his eyes. The Wizard was trying to send his forces to Ravenhill. "By all means, warm then. Enough Elvish blood has spilled for this acousted Dwarf business!" The King spoke walking off.
Hearing that Bilbo spoke up. "I'll go." he said, looking at the Grey Wizard. As Thranduil walked away, he slashed an orc that jumped at the side from him...but found his way being blocked by Tauriel and Yavanna; whom over-heard Thranduil's plans to abandon the fight.
"You will not turn away...Not this time!" Tauriel spoke.
"Get out of my way!" Thranduil spoke, with a slight glare in his eyes. His glare was more aimed at Tauriel than anyone else.
"The Dwarves will be slaughtered." Both of the she-elves spoke together.
"Yes, they will die. Today...tomorrow...one year hence...a hundred years from now. They are mortal. What does it matter?" Thranduil spoke. Those words seemed to anger Tauriel, whom held similar beliefs to Yavanna. The red-haired elf drew her arrow, aiming it at the Elvenking. "How can you be so heartless?" Tauriel asked Thranduil. But Thranduil swung his sword...breaking Tauriel's bow in hand...the arrow falling onto the floor with it's bow. 
Yavanna looked a shocked seeing the King disarm Tauriel like that...the tip of his sword...cut a little bit of her hair...since she had stood so close to Tauriel. But the King meant no harm to the young Princess.
"You really believe, our lives are more important than theirs? Just because we are Immortal?" Yavanna asked, looking at the Elvenking. "Their lives matter...they might be Mortal. But it matters! They matter! They are part of this world...just like us!"
Yavanna's words, made the Elvenking Stop. She sounded like his wife...it was, what she would have no doubt, said to him. If she were still alive. Neither Tauriel, nor Yavanna could make out Expression on his face. But he looked somewhat angry...towards Tauriel...towards Yavanna...his expression, was more shocked...pained...speechless.