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Dany's P.O.V
The dwarves, hobbit and I ran to the trees, climbing branches as the foul creatures approaches us. Drogon guarded the trees, spreading his wings as we climbed. The Wargs cease their growling and turn as the White Warg, with Azog on its back, approaches slowly. I turn to see Thorin looking at Azog in shock.
"Azog?!" Thorin whispered in shock. As his White Warg growls, Azog strokes it and talks ominously.
"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast? Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob. (Do you smell it? The scent of fear? I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain)." Thorin looks stricken with pain and grief and I place a hand on his shoulder.
"It cannot be." He whispered as Azog speaks to his Wargs and Riders.
"Kod, Toragid biriz. Worori-da! (That one is mine. Kill the others!)" At his command, the Wargs leap forward and try to pass Drogon who flings them far from him.
"Sho gad adol! (Drink their blood!)" The Wargs advance on Drogon who continues to fling them far or off the cliff. A few wargs passed Drogon and began clawing at the trees, causing them to slant.
"Drogon, Dracarys (breathe fire)!" I shouted to him. Drogon coughed a bit of fire before breathing out a whole line of fire toward the wargs. The wargs began to retreat at the sudden threat and I smiled, looking back over to Thorin.
Thorin pulls himself up, his sword drawn, and walks down the leaning trunk. Thorin starts to run through the burning ground at Azog and his White Warg. Azog spreads his arms wide with a smug grin on his face. Thorin growls as he runs with his sword up and his oaken branch shield held in front of him. Azog crouches, then roars as his Warg leaps at Thorin. Thorin tries to swing his sword, but the Warg hits him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground.
As Thorin gets back on his feet, panting, Azog and his White Warg wheel around; they charge at Thorin again. Azog swings his mace and smashes Thorin in the face before Thorin can react. Thorin is brutally flung to the ground by the impact.
"No." I whispered, climbing to my feet.
Azog roars in excitement. The White Warg clamps its jaws around Thorin and he yells in pain. As the White Warg holds Thorin in its mouth, Thorin manages to hit its head with the pommel of his sword. Roaring, the White Warg throws Thorin several feet away onto a flat rock nearby. Thorin lands heavily, his sword falling out of his hand.
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