The company left Mirkwood the next morning. With them were thirty elven warriors that had elected to come with them. It was a two-day march to Erebor, and the group was eager to reach it quickly. However, they were sad to leave the peaceful forest. They knew all to well that some would not return to the Hall of Thranduil.
After their final days of travelling, they finally reached the last hill. The peak of the mountain could be seen over the hilltop. But soon, they saw the peril that the mountain was currently in. Nearly three-hundred Uruk Hai were assaulting the outer wall, launching arrows up at the wall and attempting to breach it with ladders.
The group stopped at the ledge, unsure whether or not to attack immediately. But Bali ran to the front, calling, "Charge, leave none alive!" The group dashed down the steep hillside, clashing into the foes at the bottom. Suddenly the doors of Erebor swung open, and dwarves poured out, aided by the bows of elves from the wall.
The Uruks were poorly clad and were no match for the fury of the warriors. The members of Bali's Army met dwarves of Erebor in the middle of the Uruk Hai, now lying slain in piles on the ground. And what a joious greeting it was! Bali soon found his brother, who had led the charge. "Bali, you came! We had started to lose hope."
"I have come, good brother. How is father?"
"He is well. Come in, all of you. We are deeply in your debt." The
group entered the walls, and were met by the arms of friends, wives, and children.
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