We ran down the hill, but ran into a problem. We were at the edge of a cliff.

"Into the trees, all of you!" Gandalf ordered.

Damon helped me into a tree and killed a Warg before following. We were further up the hill than the others, who were in the trees closer to the edge. The Wargs eventually were surrounding us and were jumping up, trying to get to us. Then I saw who I believed the leader was, on a big white Warg.

"Azog." I heard Thorin say from a few trees away.

He was covered in scars, and had a stump for an arm.

That one is mine, kill the others.

The Wargs jumped into the trees, trying to drag us down. All of the trees fell, one by one. Until everyone but Damon and I were in the last tree. I saw Gandalf grab a pine cone and lit it on fire before throwing it down at the Wargs. He started handing pine cones to the others and they all threw them down, making the Wargs back up. They all gathered behind the Pale Orc.

Azog roared and the dwarves cheered. But then the trees started to fall. The tree was now horizontal, and everyone was hanging on. I watched as Thorin stood up and walked toward Azog with a deadly glint in his eye. He took out the sword he found in the troll cave and an oaken branch and started running toward the Pale Orc. The Warg jumped and knocked Thorin to the ground. He slowly got up but was knocked down again by the Orc's weapon. The Warg them clamped his teeth around Thorin.

"No!" I yelled.

Thorin then used his sword and hit the Warg's muzzle. He threw Thorin a few feet away on a rock. I grabbed my sword.

"You are not going down there." Damon said, grabbing my arm.

"Yes, I am."

"You will get yourself killed." He argued.

"Then so be it." I replied before jumping off the tree.

"Leave him alone!" I yelled.

Azog turned toward me, "Get her."

I looked around and the Wargs surrounded me.

"Come and get me." I said

A few of them came at me at one time. I slice and dodged, I knew I killed a few. But when the second round came, I had no chance. More came at me, and I tried to dodge. But it was no use. My sword was knocked from my hand and a Warg clawed my stomach with its giant, razor sharp claws. I screamed in pain before falling to the ground.

Damon POV

She was hurt. Badly. I jumped down from the tree and killed the Wargs who surrounded her.

"You are going to be okay." I told her.

She hissed in pain and I removed her hand from her stomach. She was not going to be okay. I placed her hand back on the wound that was too deep to be healed. I looked over and saw the dwarves fighting the Orcs and Wargs. The people who destroyed my village, killed my mother, and now killed my sister.

I looked up and saw giant birds killing Wargs and picking up the dwarves. I picked up Azaelia, she moaned in pain, and jumped off the cliff and landed on one of the birds.

"Damon." Azaelia began, blood was leaking out of her mouth, and she was struggling to breath.

"You are going to fine." I lied.

If she believed it then so can I.

"Damon, I cannot feel my legs. My insides are being held in by my hands. Face it, I am not going to make it." She whispered.

"Do not say that."

"I am glad I found you and Nic and Michael... and Arabella," Her breaths were shallow, "And Ivy... and Prim... before I..."

She did not finish as she went limp. Her eyes closed and one hand was in her pocket, the other falling to the side. I blinked back my tears as I took off my cloak and covered her wound and added pressure.

"Azaelia?" I asked, putting my ear to her chest, listening for a beat from her heart.

I cleaned off the blood from her lips and held her to me. I heard the bird we were on make such a sad sounding cry. As if it was announcing her death.

The birds flew us into the morning. They dropped us off on a small landform. The bird I was on was the last to land. I slowly picked up Azaelia's cold form and walked off the bird, thanking it before it flew off. I set her down and I sat by her.

"What can I do to help?" Thorin asked, kneeling on the other side of her.

"Nothing." I answered. "She is gone."

Thorin reached for her hand that fell out of her pocket, it looked like she was holding something in her fist. He opened it and there was a key.

"The key to Erebor." Thorin whispered, holding the key in his hand. "I thought it was lost in the mountain."

Gandalf walked over and went to his knees by her feet. He used the head of the stick and waved it over her body, whispering words I did not understand. Thorin and I looked at each other before turning back to Gandalf.

Azaelia POV

All I could see was a bright light. I could not feel anything, I was numb. Is this what death feels like? I wish I did not have such a painful one. I always thought I was going to die old in my sleep. But no, I had my insides clawed out from a Warg. That is a warrior's death.

I then heard a voice. I could not make out what it was saying. But my nerves sprung to life. I moved my fingers. But something was missing. I had the key in my hand before I died. Did I lose it? Thorin would bring me back to life, then kill me again.

I gasped in a breath and opened my eyes.