Keep Watching over Durin's Sons

by ArkhamGirl

"Just like you I am part of Durin's Folk and, by Mahal, I will fight to the end to reclaim what's ours!" Ilvì had gone through a lot in her long dwarf-live and one of those dark days contained being deprived of her father and her home, Erebor. So when her king Thorin Oakenshield calls for help to retake the Lonely Mountain, she does not hesitate to volunteer... (ThorinXOC)

1. Prologue

Author's Note: Hey there :) This story was kinda stuck to my mind since I watched the BOTFA in December (several times of course :P), sooo I finally decided to put it down on paper... or my iPad... whatever... ^_^ Hope you will enjoy this one!

R&R!

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PROLOGUE

10th October, TA 2941

The axe's blade found its way down the orc's skull easily as if it was cutting through air. Pulling it out, however, was a completely different story. Ilvì tugged at it, but before it could even move a bit, she got attacked by another goblin, whose jagged sword she dodged swiftly. She let her second weapon slit over the dark creature's chest, making it spun around screeching, placed her foot on the shoulder of the first one and kicked out, so that its limp body was thrown backwards and the axe free from its fetid flesh.

"Ilvì!"

Panting, she turned around, trying to find the source of the commanding voice in the thick of the fight. There she spotted Thorin Oakenshield, sitting on a ram. He was just as covered with the blood of his enemies as she was, even though he had only just joined the battle. He must have slain douzens of orcs already and now he was up to finish off a very special one, as she could tell from his impatient nod towards the Ravenhill, where Azog the Defiler still navigated his army from. On the back of this strong ram, they would ride up to the pale orc and while she and probably some of the other dwarves of the company covered his back, Thorin would kill Azog. Once and for all.

Ilvì nodded and started to sprint towards him, though, suddenly another familiar voice cried out her name.

Bor, her brother, was just knocking an opponent down with his hammer, roaring, as he looked at her again. "They're still in there!", he screamed across the battlefield, pointing at Dale. "We have to get them out of there or they'll die! NOW!"

Shocked, she looked from Bor to Thorin and back. She didn't know what to do. Following her brother would mean to let him down. Again. She had already turned her back on Thorin once, her king, her leader, her One... And now she was forced to do it again.