Imagine from imaginexhobbit: Imagine the terror in Thorin's eyes when in the midst of BOTFA, Azog tosses the bloodstained amulet he had given you to his feet. The amulet he had last seen you wearing when you left the wall with Bilbo.

Trigger warning for suicide.

He grabbed your arm before you could follow the hobbit.

"I am going with him" you said determined. You didn't meet his eyes. Your father wasn't the man he had once been. You wanted to remember him the way he was, not who he had become.

You could feel his hands as he moved your hair to one side. Something cold landed on your chest and went around your neck. Your hand moved up. An amethyst necklace, one that looked a lot like the one your mother used to wear...

"I can't take this" you said, trying to get the necklace off.

His hands grabbed yours and put them down. "You are my daughter. I want you to have this. Because you will return to me."

Those were the last words you heard from him.

Everything came down to this. The climax of the battle.

The fight against his arch enemy.

Azog would die today there was no other option. If he didn't succeed it would mean that he had died before he could do what he had to do. There wouldn't be another reason for him to survive.

The ice was slippery, dodging his attacks was hard. But he had to survive. He had overcome the sickness that had plagued his father and his grandfather. Now he had to take back the home that you and your mother deserved.

He would be able to show you that he had changed for the better. That the dwarf who had almost tossed the hobbit down the wall wasn't there anymore. Had only been there temporarily.

Thorin could become the father you had once known, he was sure of it. He just needed to get rid of that piece of orc dung.

The dwarven king stepped off the ice.

Azog slipped beneath it.

Thorin walked with him as he moved closer to the edge. He could swear the orc was still breathing. That he was still alive. But that was impossible. Still, he wouldn't move away.

He couldn't risk it. This time he had to make sure that the orc was dead. Not assume that he died like he did the time before this. It had cost him his wife.

Thorin's eyes were drawn to Azog's left hand. Something was sparkling in there.

The hand slowly opened, allowing the sparkle to come into view.

Azog's hand moved like it was throwing something at Thorin from beneath the ice. The ice cold water made it move slowly. But Thorin knew what it was.

His eyes teared up. His heart clenched.

"You are my daughter. I want you to have this."  The words echoed through his mind.

There, beneath the surface and with his enemy, was the necklace he had given to you. The necklace that had once belongen to his beloved wife. It was broken.

"It can't be" Thorin muttered.

Azog closed his eyes and fell over the edge. The last breath that he would take was one of water.

Thorin was left standing on the edge. He looked at the rocks below.

How much did he want to risk for this mountain? It was made of ice cold stone. Filled with cold gold and treasures. It once glowed, he remembered it clearly, but now it was dull. The gold used to shone when his grandfather was still teaching him how to act as a king.

His father used to chase him and his siblings down the many halls. Up until the point where Thorin got too old and he found himself chasing his younger sister and brother as well. The same brother that he lost in battle after Smaug took their mountain from them.

His sister that lost her husband due to an orc attack.

The beautiful moments during the search for a new home after he met your mother. How she was able to intrigue him, keep him on his toes. A perfect balance they had been.

The gift that he had received from her when you were born.

A single tear rolled down his cheek.

Orc's had taken his wife from him. They took his only daughter.

What was the reason of living when everyone he cared about was taken away from him?

Maybe it was his fault. Everyone around him died. It was quite clear.

Thorin looked down once more. Maybe it was better this way. He took a deep breath.

And he jumped.

He expected the air to rush through him. So he wasn't able to hear anything around him.

Also, he expected to hit the ground soon.

He didn't expect a strong hold on his left arm. It felt like something was trying to pool him up.

Thorin smiled sadly. "I know that it is not your choice, but it is mine father. I can't do this" he said. His voice thick with emotion.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? DID YOU LOST YOUR MIND!"

His eyes opened wide. He recognised that voice. How often had he heard the same voice in the morning, waking him with a painting? And the times he used to smile, laugh, chuckle. Thorin grinned. Would he remember that after he had passed?

Someone was pulling him up.

"DAD!" you shouted. Your eyes were shut closed as you tried to pull him back up with all your strength.

During the fight you came across Dwalin. But your father was no where to be seen. That wasn't a good sign. He managed to tell you, in between killing orc's, that he had lost track of Thorin.

You heard his shouts, you heard Azog's shouts, but there was no way to move faster. Orc's were coming from every direction. When you finally made your way through you saw your father standing on the edge.

Had he killed Azog?

And then he jumped. You were already close to him when he decided to jump so you managed to grab him on time.

Thorin looked up at the sky, expecting to see the top of the hill above him.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw your face. It looked ike you were trying to pull him up. Could that be true? "(Y/N)?" he asked, not believing his own eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" you screamed back. What an oaf he could be at times. Now he was dangling down a cliff and he was acting like he had just won something.

"I will come to you soon my dear daughter" Thorin sighed, content.

You rolled your eyes. He could be so annoying and dramatic at times. "You will if you finally help me to pull you up. YOU ARE NOT DYING LIKE MOM!" No matter how hard you pulled you weren't strong enough.

"Need a hand lassie?" a gruff voice came from behind. Dwalin held onto you and pulled you back up with ease. His friend and king was looking at him with a dazed look. "Did he drink before he left for battle?" he asked.

Thorin shook his head, his eyes turned grim. "I am so sorry that you had to meet this faith dear friend." The king got back on his feet.

Dwalin pulled him back so that he didn't wander off. "He definitely drank too much" he said.

You threw yourself in your father's arms. He hugged you tightly to his chest. "Why do you feel so warm... so alive?" Thorin murmured. He could smell your hair, smell your perfume, feel the fabric of your clothing.

"What do you mean?" you asked, pulling back to look at him.

Thorin's eyes explored every part of your face. His hand went up to touch your cheek. You felt so warm beneath his touch. So alive. "I wish we hadn't part like we did. At least we are together now. Where is your mother, my child?"

"Thorin" Dwalin spoke softly. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We are alive. We all are. You didn't die. (Y/N) caught you on time."

His voice broke through to his king.

"That can't be" Thorin murmured.

You placed your head on your father's chest. "I am here dad. Neither of us died. I am still here."

Thorin carefully placed a hand on your back, afraid that you might disappear. But you didn't.

He threw his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. "My child" he whispered. "I-I thought-"

Dwalin clapped him on the shoulder. "Aye, you scared us there. Don't ever doing something like that again."

You squeezed his shoulder. "No dad, don't ever do that to me again."

Thorin smiled at you through his tears. "I won't ever do anything again that can take me away from you, my gem."