Authors Notes: Hey everyone! I'm Luce, and this is my first fanfiction, so please bear with me ^^. If you see any spelling/grammatical errors, please tell me! I would very much appreciate it. Thank you dearies, and enjoy~
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own The Hobbit or any of its characters. I only own my OC, Rhian.
The sound of an arrow whizzed past my ear. And then a scream, followed by the sight of a member of my company falling off of their horse to the ground. For a second nothing happened, not a sound or movement. Then chaos ensued. I heard my fathers' voice yell for the men to form a protective circle around the women and children. And over the screams and panicked voices, I heard a terrifying and easily identifiable noise. The sound of an Orc pack, closing in on their prey. I looked behind us to see a swarm of them stampeding over the hill. I caught a glimpse of their leader, at the head of the pack. His horrible face was twisted into a look of glee. The metal pieces gorged into his head was sickening to look at. I glanced back at my mother, who was searching for me as well in the panicked crowd. Her eyes met mine, and I'd never seen such fear in them. My mother was the most level-headed, and rational person I'd ever known and I loved her for it. But now, she was anything but. I drew my bow and prepared for the onslaught, but just before the Orcs reached us my mother came up beside me.
"Rhian! You must run from here, get as far as you can."
My eyes widened in shock. She was asking me to leave my family behind. People that I'd known since birth, including her and father.
"How could I leave you all? You need me here!"
My mother shook her head. " With or without you we have no chance. You have a chance, but only if you run. Now go!"
And with that she took off towards the front lines, drawing her sword just as the Orcs crashed into the group of men armed to protect us. But just as my mother said, there was no chance. The Orcs outnumbered us five to one. Others were realizing this as well, and were turning tail. Tears welled in my eyes, and I followed suit. I rode until the noises faded away into nothing and my horses breath was laboring. I slowed to a stop and tumbled off of my horse. I lay back on the ground and sobbed, knowing that my parents were probably dead along with the rest of the people I'd known and loved. I drug my fingers through my hair relentlessly as I mourned and lamented.
A day later, I found myself heading back to where we were ambushed. I felt numb. I'd barely eaten or drank anything from what was in my satchel. But I had to go back, even though I knew what I would find. My eyes wandered over the bodies littering the ground. There were a few Orcs, but they were the minority. I searched through the area, looking for what I hoped I wouldn't find. But fate was not on my side. I spotted my mothers' broken body. Bruised and scraped. Her empty gaze staring at the unseemly blue sky. I fell to my knees beside her and caressed her bludgeoned face. I felt the sting of tears, but none came. I suppose they had all gone, and there were none left to shed. In the end, I dug fifty two graves. I never found my fathers' body. Most likely they took it with them, or at least his head, as a trophy because he was our leader. We were a group of nomads, just finding our own way. Mostly made of hunters, and herders. But now, there was just me.