A/N: I'm done, I hoped you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember to review, and yes, there will be a part 2.

Now if you'll excuse me

*passes out*

Acorn

Oh, I've been pushed down into the ground
Oh, how I've been trampled down
So many feet on top of me
I can't help but sink, sink, sink.

~I Am A Seed~

Had Bilbo not….spoke up as he did before his arrival, Gandalf had a feeling his announcement of an Orc army coming to the mountain would have had a whole other reaction. Had Thranduil not been fond of Bilbo, he was pretty sure that the King would have taken his army, and left them to their own devices.

Small miracles.

As the armies prepared, Gandalf made his way through the mountain in search of Thorin, he found the Dwarf in the treasure room with Bilbo.

"Here," he heard Thorin say as he got closer to the two.

The Alpha was holding a white mail tunic, Bilbo stared at it, then at Thorin. "My forebears call it Mithril, it's made of silver steel. No blade can pierce it."

"For me?" Bilbo then said.

Thorin nodded.

"Thank you." The Carrier said, he didn't take it though, instead he looked at Thorin who wore no kind of armor. "Are you wearing one?"

Thorin stared, startled at the question, before he shook his head. Bilbo's brow furrowed, and he was silent for a moment, when he spoke again it surprised Thorin, and amused Gandalf.

"I'm won't wear it, not unless you, and the Company have one on. As well as the Bard, and the people of Laketown if possible."

"Bilbo—"

"I won't wear it."

Thorin stared, before he chuckled, and ruffled blonde curls, "I'll see what I can do."

Bilbo took the tunic, and shuffled off to put it on, smiling at Gandalf as he passed.

"What can I do for you Gandalf?" Thorin asked.

Gandalf headed over to the Dwarf to tell him the progress of the wall Thorin, and the rest of the leaders had order to be built at the broken gate, and as well discuss battle plans.

~.~

"We do not like this."

Any other time, Gandalf would have been amused to see strong-willed, and powerful in their own right Alphas cower before angry Omegas half their size, now however; was not that time.

"Now, now," Gandalf soothed the Omegas.

Said Omegas consisted of Bilbo and Ori, of course. But there was also Bain, and the three Alphas leaders had just told them that they were to stay out of the battle with the other town folks who could not fight. It's not that Omegas haven't fought beside their fellow Alphas and Betas, they've been doing it for years, but with Smaug, losing their home, and this army coming; everyone's instincts are focused on keeping the Omegas, children and vulnerable safe. The best place for that was in the mountain; however, there was also a strategic move to this as well.

"We do not like this." Bain repeated, "but—" he glanced over at Bilbo and Ori then back at the Alphas, "We understand."

No one said anything about how the three Alpha leaders' shoulders slumped in relief.

There was talk before the Omegas left; Gandalf watched them leave before turning his attention to Thorin, and Thranduil who were bickering again.

Meanwhile, Bilbo followed Bain and Ori, not at all happy about the decision. Biting his bottom lip, Bilbo stopped walking.

"Bilbo?"

Bilbo looked up at the two, "Something wrong?" Ori asked, curiosity in his gaze.

"I don't like this," Bilbo said, "I don't like them being out there without us." His brows then furrowed, "I've never felt like this before."

Bain and Ori gave each other knowing glances before turning back to Bilbo, "Neither do we." Ori said, "Omegas are more than caregivers, we've always stood by our Alphas, and Betas in battle, we're warriors just as they are. It's in our blood, and it's in yours."

Bilbo fiddled with his shirt, months ago the thought of Omegas being anything but bearers, and the Breeders' playthings, let alone warriors; would have been unthinkable.

Then Bilbo crossed the Shire border with twelve Alphas, and one Omega.

"And the request isn't really all that unusual," Bain spoke up, "Omegas have always been placed to guard the children, we are very furious fighters when it comes to our offspring. However, these are unusual circumstances, so you're feeling are understandable."

Bilbo shuffled on his feet, before he nodded in understanding. Ori smiled, then he went over and took hold of Bilbo's hand. Bain quickly followed, taking hold of Bilbo's other hand.

"Come on," Ori said, "let's go, and move everyone near the secret entrance."

~.~

So began a battle, and it was called the Battle of Five Armies, and it was very terrible. Azog, and his army on one side, and the other were Elves, Men, and Dwarves. Thunder passed, rolling away to the South-East, but the bat-cloud came. Flying low, over the shoulder of the Mountain, and whirled about all; shutting out the light and filling everyone with a sense of dread.

The Orcs charged, and the Elves were the first to counter, their spears and swords shone in the gloom with a gleam of chill flame, so deadly was the wrath of the hands that held them. They sent a shower of arrows, behind the arrows and lead by Thranduil, thousands of their spearman charged, quickly darkening the ground with blood. Quickly followed, was Dain, Thorin, and Bard leading the charge of their own armies. Clashing with the Orcs that somehow managed to make it through the arrows, and Elves.

It was a terrible battle, going on for hours, and at first it seem like they were winning, pushing back Azog's Orcs.

Then Bog, and his army appeared from the South, bringing with them, giant trolls with catapults, and other monstrosities. The allies started to fall, the Orcs pushing them back to the mountain. The sounds of fighting, of allies falling, echoed deep into the mountain and to the group huddled away.

"It doesn't sound good out there." Someone whispered.

"Maybe we should—"

"Hush!" Alfrid snapped at them.

Bain glared at him before looking back Bilbo who had taken to pacing back, and forth. Estelon, and Rhawion were sitting with the children, keeping them as entertained as possible.

"Bilbo?" Ori stood, and approached the other.

"I can't stay here," Bilbo turned to him, "it doesn't feel right, for me to be here while they risk their lives for us, it's not—" Bilbo made a high noise, and suddenly withdrew Sting. "I'm going out there!"

"Not by yourself." Bain said standing up, "I'm coming with you."

"As am I!" A woman stood, "I say we stand with our Alphas, and Betas!"

There are cheers as the rest of the adults, the elderly included, stood.

"You have my sword," Estelon smiled as he stood.

Bilbo smiled at him.

"Ori?" Bilbo looked at Dwarf.

"Of course," Ori smiled.

"Are you all out of your mind!?" Alfrid exclaimed as he stood up, "Why would you want to go out there with those…monsters? Why are you so willing to get yourself killed?"

There is silence as everyone stared at the heaving man, then Bilbo took a step forward.

"Because," he said, "for the first time in a long time, I was given something I thought I lost. I can decide what to do. And I choose to fight."

"But, why? What in this whole wide world is so important? Is it the gold? Jewels? Power?"

"No," Bilbo shook his head, "it's none of those things."

"Then what is it?"

"Life, a life I can live in without fear. A life in where I finally know I am more then what everyone in Hobbiton told me. I can finally do more, be more. I have freedom, I have hope. And I'm going to fight for it, fight for, and with the ones who helped and gave them to me. And that, is what's so important to me."

They leave discussing a way to break the stone barrier. Leaving behind the children with Rhawion and two others, leaving behind Alfrid who stared at where Bilbo had stood.

~.~

More, and more of Bog's army swarmed into the city of Dale, moving toward the battle that was taking place in front of the mountain, as a surprise attack. Suddenly as through from nowhere, a wave of arrows rain down on them, the surviving Orcs shriek in surprise as suddenly Elves descend, cutting down their numbers.

Thranduil charged his elk into the fray, the giant beast trampling Orcs who dare get in its way. The Elf King cutting down any enemy that had been able to get pass his stead. Bellowing, the elk lowered its horns, and speared a few Orcs, those get beheaded by the King.

Not that it matter.

More Orcs kept coming.

And Thranduil's not sure they can keep fighting.

~.~

They were losing, there were too many. Too many Orcs, and not enough of them.

This was hopeless.

Cursing, Thorin killed another Orc, vaguely aware of Dwalin, his nephews, and the rest of the Company behind and beside him doing the same. Some ways away, Bard had ran out of arrows, and had switched to a sword. The blade was dark with blood.

"We need to do something!" Dwalin growled as he cut down a charging Orc.

"I'm aware!" Thorin grunted as one of Fili's throwing knives zoomed by him, and into the forehead of an Orc.

"Now, preferably!"

Kili let loose an arrow before sidestepping for Dain and his charging hog, said hog taking down a group of Orcs before Dain turned it around and over to his cousins, Dwalin shaking his head at how much fun his cousin was obviously having despite the situation.

The sound of a trumpet sounding off had everyone stopping in confusion, including the Elves in Dale and the Orcs.

Suddenly, the barricade of rocks in the gateway of Erebor smashed opened.

"Is that a giant bell?" Thorin heard Kili asked his brother in surprise, and disbelief.

Thorin doesn't hear Fili's response, his eyes as well as everyone else's, were locked onto the group of armed Omegas and elders charging out the gate, being led by Bilbo, Sting in hand and glowing. Beside him, were Ori, Estelon, and Bain.

What a sight! Omegas, and elders being led by this tiny thing, who many knew to be shy, and so unsure of the world, charging forth with steely determination in his eyes. Hope, courage, and strength return to the allies.

"Du Bekar!" Thorin shouted to his Kin, and Men, blade raised high, "To arms!"

Dwarves, and Men, raise their blades, before following behind Bilbo and his army, smashing into the Orc rank.

~.~

With their elven eyes, Thranduil and his army had also seen what had transpired, and he too was renewed.

"We will not falter!" he said to his army.

No, they will not.

~.~

It's….exhilarating.

That's the only word Bilbo can think to describe this feeling, fighting side by side with Thorin and the others in the Company. Cutting down Orc, after Orc with them in sequence that was surprising, yet so natural. Not having to worry about his back being defenseless, because he knew that the Alphas would protect it, just as he would theirs.

"There's too many of these buggers!" Dain shouted, he had lost his war pig at some point, "We need a plan!"

Thorin yanked his blade from out of an Orc, and then looked at a hilltop where Azog had been maneuvering his army using a wooden machine.

"Aye," the Alpha King said, "we're going to take out their leader!"

Dain followed his gaze, "Azog," he breathed.

Thorin looked around, and landed on a large war goat, it had lost its rider, and seemed to have remained unharmed. No doubt due in part of its furious horns and the confusion of the battle, Thorin whistled, the goat ear perked up, looked in Thorin's direction and came toward him.

"I'm going to kill that piece of filth!" Thorin growled as he mounted the goat.

He's gone before Dain could say anything else.

It'll be a while before Bilbo, the Company, and everyone else notice his absence.

~.~

He's distracted by the sudden sight of Legolas, and Tauriel cutting through the Orcs. That he barely had time to dive to his left, away from the large foot that was descending down on him, landing in the dirt with a grunt. The Troll, being controlled by an Orc roared as it was steered in Bilbo's direction, its foot lifting up to try, and squash Bilbo again. A loud familiar roar echoed, then a blur was tackling the Troll to the ground.

Screaming, snarling, cracking, then Bilbo was staring wide-eyed up at Beorn, its muzzle covered in blood.

"Beorn!"

The bear grunted, before moving closer to snuffle at Bilbo. Pulling back when Bilbo firmly pushed at him, the bear gave an unhappy grumble.

"I couldn't just stay hidden," Bilbo huffed as he stood up, correctly translating the grumble.

"Bilbo!"

Both Bilbo, and Beorn turned, and watched Bain come running toward him. He had a few cuts, and forming bruises, and his blade was darken with blood. The young Omega stopped short when he saw the large bear, but upon seeing Bilbo unafraid he continued on.

"Thorin has gone to Ravenhill to kill Azog," he said when he was upon them.

"Alone?"

Bain nodded.

"…..That idiot!"

If it was any other situation, Bain would have laughed at the sight of a large furious looking bear jumping, and giving Bilbo an weary look. Instead he watched as Bilbo mounted said bear with little difficulty.

"Let's go Beorn," Bilbo said once he was seated as best as possible.

Beorn huffed, obviously not happy to be saving a Dwarf, but took off for the North at great speed. Bain watched them go, with a bad feeling scratching at him, he went to go find Estelon.

~.~

While he could come up with plans, Thorin will admit not all of them were good plans. Him going off alone to kill Azog was one of those not good plans. The fact that he was able to kill Azog's guards was a miracle in itself, however, now he was tired. Azog knew it, and used it to his advantage. Well, at least he had Orcrist back, after running into Thranduil's son on his way up. He told him, and the She-Elf that was with him, to help the others in the battle field when they had offered to come with him.

Not his best move.

And why did there have to be a frozen lake here!?

Quickly pushing that thought away, Thorin returned his focus on keeping his balance, and blocking Azog's swinging rock and chain. He managed to get behind the Orc and slash at him. Azog snarled in anger, and swung his weapon, Thorin is able to dodge this, and it smashed down the ice, cracking it.

Both pause for a second, hesitant, the Azog; no longer caring. Swung again, the ice broke apart, and Thorin stumbled over the edge, Azog used it to knock the Dwarf over with his chain. Thorin landed on his back with a painful thud, and is barely able to roll over in time when Azog brought his weapon down. This unbalanced the Orc, and Thorin used it to leap up and slash at him once more. Azog roared, and swung again, missing, and this time his stone gets stuck in the ice. Dropping his sword, Thorin picked up the end stone and tossed it to Azog who instinctive caught it with a bewildered expression, then, Thorin took a step back from the ice float they were fighting on.

With the balance off, and Azog's added weight, the ice float tipped over, and Azog was plunged into the water below. He tried to get out, but the stone and chain weighed him down and he went under. Panting, Thorin picked up his sword, eyes watching as the water went still. A shrill from above had him looking up to see the Eagles.

Pain, sudden, and burning swept through his foot, looking down he saw a blade.

Azog was still alive.

The Orc burst through the ice, and pinned Thorin down, when his blade came down to stab the Dwarf, Thorin managed to block and stop it by sliding Orcrist in one of the forks of the blade. Using his position, Azog pushed his blade further and further, eyes sparkling with sadistic glee. Though he was struggling to keep the blade from piercing his chest, Thorin bared his teeth.

Neither gave way.

Azog smirked, then with a burst of strength the Orc pushed forward and the blade slide into the Dwarf's chest. Thorin choked, blood swelling up, and out his mouth.

"Thorin!"

"….Bilbo?"

Azog looked over his shoulder, and Thorin saw how the Orc's eyes widen, before a mighty paw is swiping the Orc off him. Thorin grunted as the blade was suddenly ripped out. Using whatever strength he had left, he rolled over to where Azog went, and saw Bilbo stab the fallen Orc in the head. And it might be the blood loss making him see things, but there is an odd look in the Carrier's eyes. It was familiar, there is a name to it, but for the love of Durin he couldn't remember.

"B-B-Bilbo."

Bilbo looked at him, and he went pale. Leaving the sword embedded in Azog's skull, Bilbo rushed over, and kneeled.

"Nonononono!"

Small hands placed themselves over, and pressed down on the wound, green eyes frantic, and afraid.

"T-T-Thorin—I-I-I—d-don't—t-t-the b-b-blood isn't s-stopping!"

Tears were swelling up, and rolling down dirty cheeks, and that wouldn't do, his adorable little Omega shouldn't be crying. It took a moment, but Thorin was able to get his hand to lift up, and wipe away tears.

"Ssssh, don't cry," Thorin soothed gently, "it'll be alright."

He repeated the words over, and over, unaware of his words slurring, how his hand trembled until it eventual lost the last of its strength. He just kept repeating the words, "Don't cry," and "It'll be alright."

"Thorin, Thorin! Keep your eyes open! Please, Thorin!"

Everything is going to be alright.

~.~

"Bilbo."

Wet, and red eyes, looked up at the Gandalf, who smiled down kindly at him.

"He's awake, and wants to speak with you."

Bilbo's nodded, and took Gandalf's offered hand, the wizard help him up and led him inside the tent. Upon entering, Bilbo did not see Estelon, or Thranduil turn to look at him. Or hear the quiet conversation that resulted in all three leaving Bilbo alone, he saw nothing but the Dwarf lying there, covered in cuts, and bruises. His shirt is gone, and there was a white bandage wrapped around his torso stained with blood.

Thorin looked, and gave him a tired, but very much warm, alive, smile.

His feet were moving, before he had even thought to, Thorin watched him as he lowered himself in the chair next to the cot. Bilbo blinked when the Dwarf took hold of his hand, thumb caressing skin.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Okay," Bilbo answered quietly.

"And everyone else?"

"Some cuts, bruises, sprains and broken bones, but nothing life threatening."

"Fili and Kili?"

"They live, and are no worse for wear."

Something in Thorin deflected, and his eyes closed as though his body was just waiting for this bit of information to finally rest. Face very much peaceful.

Bilbo smacked in the face.

Thorin eyes blinked rapidly opened, he turned to look, and found a very angry Bilbo.

"You stupid Dwarf!" Bilbo snapped, "What were you thinking going off on your own like that!"

"I—"

"You could have gotten killed! You almost were!"

"But—"

"Why didn't you wear any armor?!"

"I gave the la—"

Bilbo smacked him again, this time on the wrapped bandages, Thorin whimpered. Hearing the commotion, several different head peeked inside, upon seeing an angry Bilbo, and a in pain, and cowering Thorin.

They decided that everything was fine, and popped their head right back out.

"Please, stop hitting me." Thorin begged when he was smacked a third time, thankfully on a less injured part of his body.

"No, I'm not going to stop hitting you!"

"Don't cry!"

"I'm going to cry!"

Outside the tent, and listening, Bard, Gandalf, Dain, and the Company were giggling, and snickering. Estelon, and Thranduil, weren't, however their eyes were sparkling with amusement. Back inside the tent, Thorin had coaxed Bilbo into his cot, and had him snuggled up gently against his side.

"I'm sorry," Thorin apologized, rubbing his hand up and down the Carrier's back.

"You're not forgiven," came the reply, muffled by the fact that Bilbo's face was buried in the blanket that Estelon had draped over him.

Despite the situation, Thorin chuckled, Bilbo pinched him. The Alpha pulled him closer.

Bilbo inhaled, there was scent of herbs, and other medicine. Underneath that was the scent of Thorin, and Alpha.

And that was alright, because it brought him comfort.

What he told Alfrid was true, but there was also something else, he didn't tell the man not out of spite or forgetfulness. But because he didn't fully understand, and thus couldn't give it a name let alone an explanation. Fighting beside Thorin, and the Company in the battle, then chasing after the Alpha King, killing Azog. Pressing against the horrible, horrible wound, while Thorin told him everything was going to be okay. Him begging Thorin to stay awake, as the Dwarf's eyes closed. Refusing to let go when Estelon came, and tried to pry him away so the Healer could help, to him sitting and waiting when the Elf eventual managed to; even now, in this moment.

It all fell into place.

He finally got it, got what everyone had been telling him all along. Thorin, the Company, they were his.

And he, was Bilbo Baggins.

An Omega.

Oh, I am a seed
I've been pushed down into the ground
But, I will rise up a tree.

-End-