So here we go again. The new chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it.


Under Attack!

Chapter 7:

When Thorin glanced a look back at Bilbo he saw that he was pushed aside by Azog who didn't want to lose his prey. The pale Orc was towering over the small Hobbit who lay there motionless. Although his wounds hurt and he could barely move he tensed his muscles and pulled on the last ropes holding him in place. Suddenly he fell to the floor and lay there for a short moment. The Company was still fighting against the Orcs but their numbers decreased rapidly and were soon slayn by the fierce fighting dwarves. He tried to stand up but soon discovered that he couldn't. Then he heard a terrible scream behind him and saw that Bilbo was pushed into a corner with no way out except the spot where Azog was standing. "You better not touch him!" Thorin said with all the authority he could bring up. The pale Orc turned around and started to laugh. "Or what? What can you do to me oh great Thorin Oakenshield?" he grinned. "I can kill you and finally for the last time. I won't do the same mistake twice." "How are you going to kill me?" the Defiler started to walk in the direction where Thorin was kneeling but stopped by Bilbo who wanted to escape and pushed him back one more time. "Watch, Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King under the Mountain what I am going to do to your friend!" These should be the last words Azog the Defiler ever said. He was pushed backwards and fell still not realizing what had happened but then he saw the small sword sticking out of his chest. Thorin had grabbed the nearest weapon he could see, it was Bilbo's letter opener which had been dropped by his master when he was thrown away, and threw it through the air. It hit Azog right into the heart and with a scream full of fury that he could never fulfill his vow he died.


Bilbo lunched forward in no time. He didn't want to be crushed between the wall and the Orc. He still couldn't believe that he would make it out of this adventure alive. It was a miracle to him. When he was free finally he saw what had killed the pale Orc. He realized it was his sword buried in the chest of Azog the Defiler and asked himself who had rescued him when he heard a sudden scream.

"Uncle!"

Resounded through the ruin and he quickly turned around to see Thorin fall.

He was pierced with two spears still kneeling on the ground. The two orcs who obviously wanted to avenge their fallen leader fled but were soon stopped by an arrow from Kili's bow and a throwing knife which had left Fili's hand.

The brothers soon rushed to their uncle's side also kneeling down. Bilbo followed close behind after he made the connection in his head that it must have been Thorin who threw his sword and killed Azog.

When he reached them he could hear Fili whisper: "Don't leave us, I need you, Kili needs you, the Company needs you, Erebor needs you"

But no response came. Kili had tears in his eyes and held his uncle tight against him.

The Company came to their side and Dwalin was the first to speak: "We need to get him out of here to treat his wounds but if we do not hurry we won't have anybody to save anymore" his words harsher than intended.

"Do not dare to say that!" Fili hissed but soon got up and put a hand on Kili's shoulder.

"But how…?" was all his brother could say.

They knew what he meant and had no idea how to solve this problem. They did not want to cause Thorin further pain but they had no choice if they wanted to save him. Then Balin remarked with a grim expression on his face. "He is unconscious. He won't feel anything." They broke off the spears and Dwalin lifted his old friend gently onto his shoulder. Although the dwarf king seemed not awake he groaned when his wounds were touched.

Bilbo was walking with Balin right behind Kili and Fili who would not leave their uncles side. Every small movement made Thorin moan and Bilbo could clearly see the pain written on the dwarf's face. Balin winced with every sound from his king. He had never seen Thorin so weak and with that expression of pain in his face. The Hobbit could see the concern shimmering in Balin's eyes as they were walking down the hill.

They made their way back into the shelter the old forest provided.


Dwalin held his friend as gently as he could. The dwarfs head was against his back and he had his arms wrapped around his legs. That seemed to be the part of Thorin's body which was not so badly bruised and beaten. Even though, Thorin winced again and with every step from he in took it got worse. Kili would have stopped miles before the forest because the moans from his uncle ripped his heart apart and he just wanted to make him stop but Fili urged them to stride on into the bush where it would be easier to hide in case more Orcs were around. Dwalin had difficulties to follow Fili's orders although he knew they had to hide and stay out of the planes he could not stand the expression of pain in Thorin's face and the groans of agony. That was not the fierce warrior he knew. This was a wounded dwarf who was tired of life. Come on Thorin, You can't give up now.


So, it is done. They saved Thorin and he will be alright, won't he? ;)

Sorry, it seems that I always leave you with a small cliffhanger. I just think that's it the best place to stop and start a new chapter. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless and I hope I'll get to finish this story soon, another two chapters are already written and I'll post them as soon as possible. :D