Chapter 10

Thorin: The heavy body of Thranduil was pressing against Thorin's chest, blood running out of the open flesh wound. Thorin looked at the orcs that were walking into the room. He looked angry, his blood was boiling in his veins, hatred was lost for the elfs, the orc scum were going to pay for this.

Thorin grabbed the nearest metal he could use as a sword or a weapon and began to run towards the orc scum. He sliced, carved and tore every orc in pieces. His anger was way beyond measurement, the pain in his chest was beyond grief. When he stood there in their corpses, covered in orc blood he looked down at the lifeless body of the elf, even in dead he still looked beautiful. "Thranduil son of Oropher "I will take revenge for your life - the one they took from your beautiful lips…..I am…so….sorry…." The tears where rolling down his cheeks, this day with deaths will never end. "…I wish I could …protect you… I am going …to …miss you Thranduil"
He kneeled next to the elf and kissed him on his head "Goodbye Thranduil, son of Oropher." And with those words being said he walked away of the room with orc swords in both his hands.

Thorin's feet guided him back to the place where he ran away from, or more dragged away from. Nonetheless he was back at the place where the enemy was sitting in his throne. The dwarf pushed the doors open and looked with all the hate he had at Azog. But what his eyes saw was something he did not expect to see. Everything happened so fast. Knifes, screams, blood and a thud of a lifeless body that hit the ground. Thorin just witnessed the decapitation of his kin. Fili, son of Dis, just died in front of him.

Thranduil: With a cold shiver running through his spine, the elf sat up. He had never felt so much pain before. The floor was covered in his blood and his back was hurting. An arrow was sticking out of a terrible flesh wound, with blood still dripping down his silver robes.

'Thorin..' he said in a broken voice. He was in so much pain, he could barely breath. 'Where are you..' He looked around but he only saw corpses of orcs. Thorin wasn't there and Thranduil felt scared. Not just because he was alone now, but also for Thorin and he thought of all the terrible things that could have happened to him.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the arrow tightly. With a scream he pulled it out and he fell down to the floor again. Again he yelled Thorin's name. He needed him to help him, to be there with him, to tell him he was going to be okay.

It took all the strength he had, but he stood up. He wiped the tears of his pain away. He had nothing to stop the bleeding, but thankfully it was beginning to stop. He felt like maybe he had bled dry already. He grabbed an orc swords from the floor. He needed to find Thorin again, and it wouldn't be hard to find him. There was a trail of orc blood drips that would lead him the way.

Thorin: Azog held the head of Fili high in the air and screamed "THE LINE OF DURIN WILL NOT SURVIVE THE DARK!" He laughed hard and tossed the head towards Thorin's feet.

Thorin's blood was boiling and his tears were flowing, his swords were ready to attack. He would cut down everthing and everyone in his path to wipe out Azog for once and for all. Even if it meant giving up his own life. "For my kin and the ones I lost.. You, Azog the defiler are going to die for the crimes that you hold against my kin!"

He screamed as loud as he could and ran towards the throne. Every orc that was between them was torn to shreds, there was blood everywhere. In his thought there were only his nephews and the lifeless body of the elven king. Azog stood in front of his throne and started to fight with Thorin Oakenshield. Both their swords cutting in each other's flesh, blood gushing down from their wounds. Screams, pain, blood.. but they did not stop until one of them died.

"Thorin!" He heard the voice of someone he thought he was not amongst the living anymore.

Thranduil: The elf was standing there, shaking and still bleeding. He looked at Thorin fighting Azog. But when he called his name, the dwarf looked at him and smiled, he ran towards him and wanted to hug him, but the elf stopped him. "There's no time, we need to get out of here now! This is a fight we cannot win." And they fled the room. Thorin helped the elf, because he was still weak and in pain. Azog was right behind them. They found the way to the entrance and could finally see the night sky again.

Thorin: Thorin helped the elf as fast and as far as he could from Moria, into safety. He didn't want to take the risk of losing Thranduil again, not a second time. He helped him as far as he could until the elf literally dropped on the ground. "Thranduil.. I am sorry, let me see your wounds" The elf whimpered, but didn't work against the dwarf. He let him care for his wounds. His body still felt sore and ached. "Are we... save tho..." The dwarf did not even let him finish his sentence and nodded "We're save, for now." Tears were running down the cheeks of the dwarf, he didn't even try to hide his sorrow. He knew it was not the time but he couldn't do a thing about it, the elf saw his tears and closed him in his arms. "I am...sorry." The dwarf hugged the elf back, his hand grabbed his gown, not a intension of letting them go. "I failed to protect them, Dis will kill me for this" he sobbed while he heard the soft word of Thranduil in his ears.