Hello my lovelies! So I finally saw The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, and while I did enjoy, there were so many things that were left out. So many things I wanted to see and so many things that could've been done better. I wasn't disappointed, but I wasn't 100% satisfied.

Anyway I was considering to make a sequel to my previous story 'At What Cost', and after watching the movie so many great ideas came to my head that I just had to put in on paper.

So yeah this is Part 2 of 'At What Cost'. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Price in Blood

Bilbo didn't expect to wake up again. He didn't expect regain consciousness after that brutal blow he received from the orc. He should be dead by now. But here he was, eyes half-open fighting an immense headache he was sure he'd be feeling for quite some time. With a wince and a groan, he sat up and looked around. It was so quiet and so still. The smell of blood was unbearable and all he could see was bodies of dead orcs scattered across the hill. Fortunately, none of the bodies belonged to the dwarves.

'Dwarves!' Bilbo remembered with a gasp. 'Thorin, Dwalin and Kili! Where are they?!'

Bilbo quickly rose to his feet, somewhat discombobulated, and made his way down the hill.

He paused for a moment and took out his ring. He pandered on whether no he should use it, since the dwarves wouldn't be able to see him. But neither would any remaining orcs. And he was in no position to fight them off at the moment. So he slipped the ring on just for a moment to scan the area, and entered the world of the unseen. So far there was no one else around. All the remaining orcs were dead.

'Good Riddens' Bilbo thought to himself.

But there was still no sign of his companions anywhere. Which worried him to a whole new degree. Losing Fili was bad enough. The devastation on Thorin's face was too much to bare, and he couldn't even imagine how Kili would have reacted. He didn't know what he would do if he lost those two. How would the others react? Who would become king under the mountain?

He quickly brushed those thoughts and continued his search.

"Thorin!" he called out softly. "Dwalin. Kili. Are you there?"

Silence filled his ears.

"Hello!" he called out a bit louder this time. "Can you hear me?"

Suddenly, he heard footsteps from behind a corner. Then a shadow of a large figure emerged along with a low monstrous growl. And with that came a loud blood-curdling screech followed by the sound of blood splattering. Bilbo began to panic as he took several shaky steps back before turning around and sprinting to the other direction. He didn't get very far as he ran head first into a tall dark figure, sending him flying back and crashing to the floor. With his magic ring picking now of all times to fly off his finger and reveal himself. Though visibility wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. As the figure turned around revealing the Elvenking himself. A red-eyed, flabbergasted elvenking staring down at the hobbit who just appeared out of nowhere. Though the look of shock on the king's face quickly shifted to a look white hot animosity, peering down at Bilbo as if he were the single most abhorrent sight he had ever seen.

Bilbo subconsciously began to cower back, though he couldn't pull himself from the king's piercing gaze. The red, glassy eyes suggested that the king had been crying recently. Though there were no tears. Instead there was a scowl and a snarl plastered on his face, almost distorting his features.

Finally the king spoke, though his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. Though Bilbo could clearly see him mouth the word 'You' with a sharp hiss.

"My kin-" Bilbo attempted to address before he was cut off by the king's hand yanking painfully at his hair and ear. Dragging him out of the fortress struggling.

A/N: So that's the first chapter. Second chapter will be up soon.