The night before the battle.

Dwarves in the Lonely Mountain: build fortifications, put on armor, choose weapons.

Meanwhile, Bilbo and co. in Thranduil's camp tent:

Thorin: I will have war!

Thranduil: attack!!!

Me: [working in my garden and leaning over to take a closer look] so what we have here? Are the pixies back from the forest and terrifying my garden dwarves? The poor fellows just kicked that lizard out of their house and now there’s a new misfortune!! And what is this tiny creature with furry feet that they brought with them from their walk?