Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
"Stay together!" Gandalf commaned, directing the company, Amelia following close by Fili unable to enjoy the scenery around her. She felt her heart pounding, the blood rushing in her ears, the adrenaline pumping through her body filling her veins. This was the first real danager they had encountered, the trolls were nothing comparatively
"Move!" Thorin yelled already making a break from behind the rock. Amelia ran just behind Fili, one of his hands tight around hers. If she had looked down she would have noticed that his knuckles were white with strain. If she had looked at his face, she would have noticed that his eyes were light with worry, a deep frown marring his face. But she did not look, she was far too busy making certain that she did not lag behind, that no Orcs came near her.
Plains. Rocks. Hills.
"Ori no!" Amelia screamed pulling him back by his coat bringing his body flailing back into hers. The duo only had but a moment to breath before Thorin's voice yelled out.
"Come on! Quick!" He commanded the group, already running ahead.
Warg. Arrow. Screams
"Move. Run!"
Amelia ran with the company, leaving behind the dead orc and warg.
"There they are!" Gloin yelled.
"This way! Quickly!"
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"There's more coming!" Kili yelled an exit blocked.
"Kili! Shoot them!" Thorin screamed his voice thick with adrenaline.
"We're surrounded!" Fili yelled.
Arrow. String. Release.
An arrow to the head, Amelia's first kill. A warg fell dead his body skidding closer to her and Fili.
Fili looked over his shoulder at Amelia, he noticed how pale her face was, how wide her eyes were. He tried to send her a reassuring smile, the kill was nothing. It was a warg, and she should feel no sorry with its death.
"Where is Gandalf?" Kili questioned panic seeping into his voice.
"He has abandoned us!" Dwalin responded bitterly.
Focus. Breathe. Breathe.
Amelia yelled to herself, barely able to hear anything over the thumping of her own heart.
"Hold your ground!" Thorin commanded, he would not go down without taking some with him.
"This way, you fools!" Gandalf called his head peeking out of a small crack in the ground. Dwarf after dwarf ran down the hidden passage, Thorin standing his ground watching their backs. It left only three; Fili would not leave Kili and Amelia would not leave Fili.
"Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!" Thorin yelled as more and more of the company slipped passed the orcs eyes.
"Fili, Kili, Amelia! Run!" Thorin screamed. The three in question turned toward Thorin and began to sprint. For the first time in their journey Amelia saw something, something that made her blood run cold because she did not see it in her mind's eye but in the reflection of Thorin's. Thorin braced himself for the warg that was gaining on his nephews but another behind him took his attention away from his only family.
Push. Pain. Scream.
Amelia blinked her heart pounding, her world a blur. Breathing a sigh of relief she ignored the pain shooting through her body for the sight that every dwarf had made it into the passage safely. She felt her body being shook violently and heard the sound of Fili's voice, yelling and screaming to be let out of the passage way. She wanted to soothe him, to make sure he knew that everything would be okay but she found herself unable to utter a single word.
Trying to focus Amelia blinked, fighting the haze of night that was slowly creeping into her vision. An orc screamed into the field, its voice echoing as it fell heavily into the passage way and arrow protruding from its body. Another arrow flew past her vision, killing the warg that held her body in its mouth.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Amelia noticed in a haze an elf quickly making his way to her side, his ethereal face pulled into a worried frown. She longed to soothe the beautiful creature in front of her, but the pain won over and she kept her mouth closed lest she scream out again. Looking up at him she blinked slowly. Elrohir? Maybe Elladan? She wasn't sure, but she knew he was a son of Elrond. How she knew, she did not know, only that she did. The elf yelled something in elvish never taking his eyes off of her, trying to soothe her with a look. Elrond? Jumped down from his own horse and made his way to her side quickly.
He muttered something to her and when Amelia did not respond she assumed it had been in the common tongue. Amelia blinked trying to fight her way out of the haze slowly creeping farther and farther into her vision.
"Stay calm, my lady. Elrohir grab the girl's body and hold her. Elladan, Emerion, pull the jaw. We need to get her out. My lady take a deep breathe." Elrond commanded softly. Nodding Amelia does as he said taking in a deep painful breathe. She watched warily as he sent a glance to the other three elves and as one the warg's teeth were ripped from her body, all the breathe leaving her as she let out a pained scream. Not hesitating Elrond immediately began to work on stopping the bleeding that started to pour from Amelia's now open wounds. "This will only stay for a while we must get back quickly. Elrohir you are the smoothest rider."
The elf in question quickly nodded his head and mounted his horse holding his hands out for Amelia's small body. Elladan gently passed her over, noting her every grimace at any jolt to her body and wounds. The only indication she gave to the elves around her of her coherence was the small whimper that escaped her mouth. Then they rode.
Breathe. Pain. Darkness.