Chapter 3 – Fíli's POV
I am tearing through the grass towards the nefarious orc with all the speed I can govern. I am breathless, exhausted and injured – but not broken. These vile, malevolent creatures may be greater in number, but they will not triumph and they will not take Kíli. Their cruel intentions will weaken them. I keep this thought in mind as I grow nearer to the orc. His gaze is as fierce as his stance. He mirrors me as I raise my sword…
CLASH! The sound of metal against metal. I swing my weapon violently, again and again, yet he is always one step ahead of me. He dodges my sword with relative ease, grinning smugly at me all the while. I am beginning to tire, my breaths coming in short, rasping gulps. I stumble backwards slightly, feeling suddenly as if there is a great weight upon me. The orc strolls towards me, grabbing my throat roughly. I can see a dagger in his hand. He looks wickedly into my eyes as he holds it to my cheek, lightly dragging it across my skin. I feel a warm trickle running down to my this really the end?