The Storms Only You Can Calm: A Hobbit Fanfiction Story

Chapter 9: Facing Orcs and Wargs in Trees

"He is long gone." he finished and the dwarves shared looks, almost all were of disappointment or confused. "No. He isn't." my head snapped up as Bilbo practically appeared from thin air, allowing himself a small smile at the shocked faces of the dwarves. Then Kili and Fili asked how he got past all the goblins, which it was odd that Bilbo didn't have an answer to that.

He slipped something into his pocket as he gave a nervous laugh, Gandalf saying it didn't matter, as long as he returned. Thorin continued to question him, asking why he bothered to come back. "Look, I know you doubt me. I know you always have. And you're right. I often think of Bag-end. I miss my books. And my armchair and my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back. Because…" he paused and looked to each and every one of the dwarves.

"…You don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can." he held Thorin's gaze and I saw Thorin look away, unable to say anything because he truly was wrong about Bilbo. Everyone was silent as they watched Bilbo, who seemed to have grown in the short time we were apart. He seemed like a different person all together. Our moment of peace was short lived as I heard a growling and up looked to see Orcs and Wargs coming toward us.

Gandalf said to run and we did, my legs able to carry me on my own as we jumped and lunged over rocks and fallen trees. The last light of day had faded away as we all launched ourselves into trees, unable to run any further because of the cliff. The Wargs surrounded us with ease and started biting at the limbs, tearing them off as they tried to get to us. The wargs stopped as a white one came into my view.

The orc riding it didn't have a left arm, instead was a claw like thing stuck into the flesh. "Azog." Thorin breathed from his tree and I met the Orc's eyes, they were a bright pale blue, nothing like Thorin's. Azog spoke in a language I never heard, although Thorin seemed to understand as he whispered, "It cannot be." he spoke again in that language, pointing his mace at Thorin, then signally the attack on us to continue.

The animals jumped and bashed into the trees, trying with all their might to reach us all. Suddenly I saw Bilbo's tree start to fall, but thankfully, they were able to jump into ours. But the tree fell into ours, making it fall as well, we all jumped onto the next one and continued to jump until every one of us were in the tree Gandalf was in, the one at the very end of the cliff.

Azog laughed as the wargs started their attack on our single tree, but Gandalf had other plans, quickly grabbing a pinecone from the branch nearby. He blew onto it as he turned it over and over by his staff, it began to smoke, then caught on fire. He threw it with all his might at the ground and it quickly caught the pine needles on fire. The wargs backed up a bit, still snarling and biting toward us. Gandalf lit more cones and dropped them to the others, letting them also throw them at the animals.

We defended ourselves from the tree with only small burning pinecones. Gandalf dropped one to me, I caught it and was surprised that it didn't feel hot, even though I wore no gloves and the flames seemed to burst higher than they should have in my hands. I was mesmerized by what was happening, but quickly threw the cone, not wanting to draw attention to myself.

The cone crashed into the ground and burst into a large flame, sending two wargs running in fear as their coats caught the blaze. The dwarves began to celebrate when I heard the creak of the tree, we started to fall back, our tree finally giving under the weight. It caught at the last second, the roots trying to hold on. We were all hanging over a cliff, nothing but forest and death below us.

Ori couldn't hold on, but grabbed a hold of Dori's legs, who soon shouted for Gandalf, who barely caught them with his staff, holding them as best he could. I noticed Thorin staring down at the pale orc and his face became hard as he decided he needed to end the life of Azog once and for all. He stood up on the tree, walking down it past each one of us. I grabbed onto his boot, he jerked it out of my grip with ease, never taking his eyes on the Orc.

He ran forward, ready to fight the creature to his death when the Orc used his warg to jump over Thorin, knocking him to the ground as if he was a child. Thorin quickly got up as they turned to face him again. Azog yelled as he hit Thorin in the face with his mace, sending him crashing back into the ground. I heard Balin and the others screaming for Thorin and I felt my heart begin to race.

No way could Thorin die like this…no way was I going to allow Thorin to die until I knew what he meant to me. Azog's warg bit into Thorin as I saw Bilbo get up and start toward the battle, he paused at me and then had a shocked look on his face. The warg had Thorin in its jaws and threw him like a rag doll across the ground. Thorin gasped and then stopped moving altogether.

Azog spoke to another Orc as Bilbo continued to stare at me. Finally I looked away from Thorin and met Bilbo's gaze. "Elisa?" I nodded and tried to get up, I would help Thorin if it killed me. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, but then the orc began to go to Thorin, wielding a sword, about to finish him off. I felt my rage building as Bilbo ran forward, going to protect Thorin as well.

Bilbo tackled the Orc away from Thorin as I found my feet. I ran forward, through the flames, knowing somehow they would burn me. I heard gasps and shouts as I glanced down at myself, seeing the flames stuck to my body, yet not burning me. I felt power surging through my body with each step I took toward the orcs.

The flames grew as my anger did, making me seem like a living blaze. Bilbo was able to defeat the orc and faced down the pale one, not noticing me at all. I saw Thorin's body stop moving again and his eyes closed, my rage exploded from me as I screamed, sending flames to attack the wargs and orcs that ran toward me. Each and every one that came close was quickly engulfed in flames and died.

I felt my body getting weak, I would not last much longer. If Thorin was dead, the least I could do was to take the pale orc down. I ran forward and gripped his claw like arm, the flames heating it up to become red-hot as it seared his flesh. I slammed my palm against his leg and vaulted myself up, seeing only his eyes staring at me and I saw myself reflected in them. I was a burning woman filled with the rage of nothing he had never seen before.

I smashed my other hand into his face while holding on to him by the throat. My flames burned him over and over, but I was thrown to the side by his warg, that's when I noticed the dwarves were free and battling the other orcs and wargs. Azog ran from me, going for Bilbo instead, as he was the closest to Thorin and the first one to stop Azog from finishing his oath.

Azog was unable to get to Bilbo because of the large Eagles that appeared, attacking the Wargs and protecting us. I sank to the ground near the flames, feeling my body weaken and my vision begin to blur. I started to crawl toward Thorin, trying to reach him, feel his touch one last time before my vision turned black and I faded away.

My body felt light, as though I was floating, yet I was in complete darkness. 'Who are you…' I heard a voice inside my head, it was angelic and beautiful. I tried to answer, but no words came to my mouth. 'Elisa.' I thought and hoped the voice would be able to hear me. 'Elisa, Lady of Aurox…' the voice said and I was unable to figure out how they knew where I was from. 'Yes…am I dead?' I asked, it was hard to remember anything at all.

There was a slight chuckle and then the voice spoke in a whisper. 'If you wish to part with this world, you may. Or you may have another choice.' I blinked my eyes and saw the past flashing like a scene before me. My life as a baby, a child, a teenager, my womanhood, the dwarves attacking me, my father leaving me with Bilbo, the company of dwarves coming, the quest, everything in my life flashed in front of me. 'This is my life?' I asked the voice and felt I was right.

'A lot has happened to you, I am giving you a choice. Go back to this life. Or come to me.' I realized I was probably between life and death right now. Another scene appeared and I watched my eyes turn into the colors of flames as my rage filled my body, making it glow and allowing the flames to jump to me as I went to protect Thorin. 'What am I? How could I have done that?' I asked, unable to see anything anymore.

'You are special, my dear Elisa. If you choose to come to me, I will explain everything and will show you beautiful things.' 'If I choose to return to Thorin and the others?' there was silence, then the voice entered my mind again. 'I will still explain things, but you will have to decide whether the dwarves will accept you. He might not care for you as you do him.' I knew the voice was talking about Thorin and I felt myself blush.

I saw a light and then a scene, Gandalf was mumbling over Thorin's body and then his eyes opened. I felt pure joy as he was alive. "I choose to go back to Thorin Oakenshield!" I shouted with joy as the light grew and grew until it engulfed me like a warm hug. 'Remember Elisa, you do not know how he will react to you now.' the voice said and I froze, but it was too late, I made my choice and was going back.

My eyes opened and I saw a sky filled with many colors, which oddly reminded me of the flames that covered my body only a few hours ago. "You! What were you doing?You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the Wild? That you had no place amongst us?" I looked over and saw Thorin talking to Bilbo, but then suddenly he pulled him into a hug.

"I have never been so wrong in all my life." he pulled away as the dwarves rejoiced, not noticing I was awake. "But I am sorry I doubted you." I saw some Eagles flying away and then groaned at the pain in my body and my head. "Where is Elisa?" I heard Thorin ask and then it seemed that everyone except him remembered what happened to me. I blinked at the sky, but it was not longer there, instead I was staring into darkness. I watched a man wearing deep blue robes speaking to a woman who held a huge belly, as if to protect it from the man.

He pointed to her belly, shouting at her. Then it was the woman giving birth and a baby girl was born, with a slight glow to her body, although they probably thought it was the blood from childbirth. Then a cute baby was being held by the man in blue robes as the woman came into the room. "She has powers." the woman spoke and the man nodded. "I said no child should come from me." the man's deep voice filled my head and then I realized he reminded me of Gandalf.

"Forgive me, I did not mean for this." "She must be kept away from everything, knowing nothing of this world will save her from activating her abilities." "Of course." I saw the woman sigh and her eyes were filled with tears. Then another scene came and the couple was speaking to a Hobbit, telling him to care for the child and keep her away from the world. Then a scene of the girl growing up and I realized who the girl was, my mother! I blinked and saw my father showing up, and taking my mother back to his home to marry her.

Then I saw my mother pregnant with me and then my own birth, my body holding a familiar red glow that surrounded my mother's body as she held me. Then there was a secret meeting between a man in deep blue robes and the woman that I now knew had to be my grandmother. "She has left the Hobbits and given birth to a daughter." the woman explained and the man seemed to sink into a deep chair.

"She bares the glow?" he asked and the woman nodded, "She has powers as well, although they seem stronger." "She will not part with the child, even after learning of us. Saying she will rise her offspring and wants nothing to do with us." then I saw my mother passing away, trying to whisper something to me as she died, but I turned away, unable to hear it. Then my father spoke with the two people. "She must be left away from the world, her powers must not become active."

My father agreed and then I saw him leaving me with Bilbo, saying my mother grew up here too. I realized that my entire life was a lie, I had powers, just like my mother and was thrown aside to be hidden from the world so we couldn't use them. I had another flash to the blue robed man again and realized he was a wizard, he stood with four others. "This is unwise." "I will not allow my grandaughter to be killed as if she was a mistake." "She is a mistake!" a white robed man shouted, then I saw Gandalf step forward.

"She is with the Hobbit, as long as she never leaves, she will be alright. I will look after her if necessary." I watched the wizards talk some more before finally my vision went black and the pain stopped. "Elisa!" I heard a voice and opened my eyes, tears flowing down my cheeks as I stared at Bilbo's worried gaze. I tried to get up, but couldn't, the dwarves helped me sit up against a rock and I scanned the area for Thorin, who was staring at me, worry also filled his eyes.

"Back away from her! She's a witch!" I heard Dori yell and the dwarves quickly moved back. I waited for them to attack me when Gandalf came forward. "Are you alright?" "No, we must speak in private. Now!" I sat up fully, ignoring the pain in my body, trying to sort through the flashes of memories. He seemed to understand, yet dread the words we were going to have because he turned to the mountain I could see in the distance.

"What are you?" I heard Dwalin ask and I met Thorin's eyes, he didn't seem scared of me, instead he just stared as if I was just a woman. I spoke in a voice I barely knew as my own. "I am different, I have just learned my grandfather was one of the five Wizards Gandalf has spoke of. I have powers just as Gandalf does." I felt the truth in my words and Gandalf refused to meet my eyes as I stared at him instead of Thorin. "Let's get going. We still have a long way to go to get to Erebor." his voice was plain, he started to lead the way down as I stared after him.