Chapter 9 The horror
Thranduil: The elvenking grabbed Thorin and Fili and pulled them away from Kili's body. "I'm sorry," he said with a shivering voice, "but there's no time.." And as soon as they left the hallway, orcs entered it and they started chasing them. They ran for their lives, crying and shivering and knowing there was no way out. The orcs were everywhere, and the mines were dark and cold and to Thranduil it seemed like a great maze. "We need to shake them off, Thorin! We've lost enough today, I will not lose more."
Thorin: Thorin looked with a angry glare toward the Elvenking, he would never leave his kin in this place with all those filth walking around. But he knew Thranduil was right. If they wanted to tell the tale then they had to leave now.
"We have to go" he pushed Fili towards the stairs "COME ON RUN" he screamed towards his nephew who didn't want to leave his brother behind "Come on Fili, RUN"
Thorin still could not forgive himself for letting Kili left behind in the cells of Moria.
The three creatures ran up the stairs and through corridors until they arrived at the crack in the wall, this would be their salvation of safety for a little while if there would not be a invasion of orcs coming down the stairs towards them screaming and with sword and crossbows.
Thranduil: "We have to defend ourselves!" Thranduil shouted. "There will be a time to grief, but it is not now. Take up arms!" The dwarves did as he said but their thoughts were elsewhere. The screams came closer. It didn't take long before the orcs swarmed in and attacked them. The elf saw Thorin fighting with so much rage while there were still tears in his eyes. They killed many orcs and in a short moment of hope of victory, suddenly everyone stopped and an orc was holding a knife to Fili's neck.
Thorin: "NO" Thorin breathed heavily through mouth. "Let him go" the tears were filling up his eyes again, he was trying to hold back not to break. He knew what was coming, to rescue his nephew he let Orcrist fall to the floor.
He heard the orcs laugh when he did not even fight for it, but Thorin was not planning to lose more of his family. They let Fili go and Thorin grabbed the younger dwarf's arm and pulled him in a hug "I am not letting you go, not until you're save" he whispered, Fili hugged his uncle back as a answer that he knew.
"Walk you maggots" a orc pushed them up the stairs, they could not escape anymore. With each step the took they walked towards evil.
Thranduil: Thranduil, Thorin and Fili did not speak. Even the orcs were getting quiet, as if they were scared. They were getting close, everyone felt it. The elf lifted his head, he saw lights burning in the room ahead and the lights grew brighter. They finally entered the room which was filled with torches. It was also filled with orcs, screaming and cheering. They stepped aside to create a path, with at the end a giant throne of stone, and on it sat the pale orc Azog, who smirked at the sight of Thorin.
Thorin: "Thorin son of Thrain, the maggot that escaped out of my claws on the battlefield of Moria" He grinned evil towards Thorin, his eyes full of anger. "But not this time" His laugh filled the entire room. Thorin felt his anger rising, he wanted to tear his enemy in tiny pieces.
Azog looked at his companions "So you managed to escape you little worm," He spoke directly to Fili. "Its such a pity that the other one became such a nice meal for my men." Fili screamed and ran with all his force towards Azog to cut his head of his body. But before he could even reach his target, he was held back by some orcs while he heard his uncle scream his name.
"Fili, its not worth it" he heard a soft and gentle voice of the elf whispher in his ear "SHUT UP" his voice loud filled with anger and sorrow. "You dont understand, you're not our kin, you know nothing" Fili turned against the Thranduil now and wanted to slash to him. He would if his uncle would not jump infront of him.
"Dont harm him, he is our ally"
Thranduil: "Ally?" Azog repeated in a loud voice and he grinned. "I did not think you would lower yourself like that, Elvenking." And he stepped down from the throne and walked towards him. Thranduil had to look up, for Azog was much taller than he was. He started to answer "I do not see it as -" But he could not continue, for Fili ran forward and attacked the giant orc. He screamed his brother's name and stabbed Azog in his side. The orcs tried to stop him. "GO!" he yelled to his uncle and the elf. "RUN!"
Thorin: Thorin was stunned. He saw his nephew stabbing Azog and he didn't want to leave him behind as well. But he didn't even got the chance to help him for Thranduil dragged and pushed him out of the throne room.
"Come on Thorin, keep running!" The dwarf felt the cold fingers of the elf around his wrist and he forced to run faster through the corridors. They heard orcs running behind them. Thorin took the lead again and ran across the stairs and gaps. He cut the pass of come orcs and tried to hide in one of the old chambers he knew from the past.
"Are we safe?" he heard the elf's whisper close to his ear.
"Are we ever safe?" His eyes were glaring at Thranduil. "But for now we are. " He looked around and sat down on the ground." The dwarf thought about Kili's death body downstairs in the chambers, and Fili.. he didn't know if he was still breathing.
Thranduil saw the grimas on the dwarf's face and kneeled in front of him. "Are you okay, Thorin?" He gave him a little smile. "Everything is going to be –"
But even before he could finish, there was blood everywhere. Thranduil fell right into Thorin's arms and did not give any sign of life anymore. The arrow that hit him in his back had made a nasty wound.
Thorin broke in that very moment, tears were streaming down his face. He had to cope with too much grief for one day. "This is not over yet," he said into thin air with a voice full of sorrow and hatred.
