She wonders the same.
Bringing down her blades she swings to her left and jogs to the ElvenKing on his elk. "Aran-nin!" She points to the dwarves and the rushing orcs.
"Put aside the hatred and help them! They are out matched, please King Thranduil." He turns away, ignoring her.
Grabbing his attention she ignores his deadly look as she plants her feet in front of his elk.
"The orcs will cut through them and go for your army no matter what you do..help them defeat the orcs so we can live another day!" She heaves and pleads.
Not caring that she once again was disrespectful.
Gandalf storms their way. "Thranduil! This is madness!"
The ElvenKing looks back to Dain and his troops. The dwarves of the Iron Hills had dropped to their knees and built a shield wall with their spears pointed to the rushing orcs.
"King Thranduil?" She looks back and forth until the woodland king nods his head and gives the command for his elven army to help the dwarves.
"Hannon-le, aran-nin!"
Danwën rushes pass Gandalf and joins the last row of the Silvan elves. "I will find you soon Mithrandír!" Her shout made the wizard sigh but he allowed her to join the other elves in protecting the dwarves.
Danwën fell into step behind the elves. Although some of the dwarves made her irritated and angry she would not stand by idly by and let them be slaughtered.
Leaping and gliding with the elves of Mirkwood Danwën is filled with utter awe as the elves jump over the dwarves shield wall, their swords slicing downwards and cutting the orcs where they stood.
The raining blows of the elves attack shocks the orcs and pushes them back. Danwën heaves herself ontop of a dwarf's helmet and bounds across the others heads till she reached the front and leapt down with both blades singing as they pierce her targets.
Falling onto her knees she stabs a large orc with quick percision and stands immediately. They manage to press forth in their attack. Danwën was relentless in her defending and attacking.
Slashing torsos and weaving through the wicked jagged swords of the orcs.
"Ferío an maethed!"
Bending she swings her right hand upwards and tears through an orcs throat with a low snarl.
She spots Dain riding through the orcs and knocking them to the floor with his war hammer.
Kicking a smaller orc with her leg she brings her blades harshly to his chest. Viciously she jerks the blades out and proceeds further in the battle.
Having never been in a battle the Peredhil was aware of every movement that came near her.
Her senses alert.
Danwën released her anger on the dark creatures with ruthless stabs and slices of her elven swords.
"Agh!"
She flew back when a grey fist smashed into her cheek.
Hazel orbs narrowed with rage.
Spitting the blood out from her mouth Danwën stood and flexed her hands, twirling the swords and glaring at the huge orc that roared at her.
"Come orc-scum." She launched her body up and over the orc, slasheing the beast's back before it swung around to face her.
Baring its yellow fangs the orc stormed at her, swinging its huge rust covered sword down on her blades.
Danwën's arms shook under the pressure of its strength.
Cursing she drew back and struck her left blade out and nicking its sword hand. Roaring the beast dropped its weapon and glares at her.
Tightening her hold on the swords hilts Danwën twirled to the side and evaded the lunging orc. Carefully she slid on the blood covered ground and levels the swords above her head.
The grey colored creature spits its black blood towards Danwën, clearly upset.
Leaning she took a breath and calmed her racing heart. As the orc stood to its full height Danwën felt her fingers sting from how hard she carried her weapons.
Above the fighting orc and Peredhil elvish arrows flew high into the air and rained down onto the straggling orcs that ran amok.
Turning her attention back to the huge orc she fixed her stance and blocked the enemies sword once more.
Screech!
Their swords scratched against one another and Danwën dodged its attack before charging. Bringing both blades from her head to her sides and officially removing the orcs arms from its hands to its elbows.
Ignoring the small bile that clogged her throat when the orcs dark blood smeared itself on her cheek Danwën cleaved the blade in her left hand across its gut.
Ridding the orc of its darkened life style.
"Danwën! Dear girl!"
Cleaning the black blood off her face she saw Gandalf making his own path to her.
"Azog!"
She meets the wizard half way, driving her swords into the stomping orcs.
"He's trying to cut us off!"
Danwën kills a creeping orc from behind Bilbo's small figure. "Stay close Master Baggins!"
She places the hobbit directly infront of her. Long swords cutting down random orcs that raced to them.
Boom!
She freezes when they see massive trolls, each large enough to carry multiple orcs and wooden structures such as catapults on their wide backs.
Marching to the city with armies of Orcs.
"Go! Back to th city Mithrandír!" She shoves the wizard to the city that sheltered the older women, men, and children. "Take Bilbo with you!"
She dispatched a charging orc quietly.
Chest heaving she turns to the wizard.
"Find the eldery woman I gave my cloak to! Hide her and as many as you can..away from the orcs! Promise me!"
Her voice cracks as her worry for the mortals in the city grows like wild fire.
Bard shouts for his men to return to the city with him.
"I shall Beríadanwën!" Gandalf gazes at her with blue orbs filled with determination.
Reaching her side he grabs her hand.
"You must find and protect the nephews of Thorin, if they decide to fight..which they will.." He tosses a small trio of orcs back with his magic. "Can you promise this to me. Protect them and yourself."
His words harden Danwën's own determination.
"I shall Mithrandír.. Now go and find her!"
They nod their farewells.
Both going their separate ways.
Danwën carves her deadly path to the edge of the crumbling bridge that led into Erebor. Her form shaking and exhausted but still able to fight. Looking up to the blockade she see's that the dwarves of Thorin's company were no longer there.
Groaning aloud Danwën begins to search the battle ground for the dwarves.
"You buggars!"
She see's that the lord of the Iron Hills had been dismounted from his battle-pig.
He spun in circles, knocking the orcs that gathered around him with his war hammer and head.
A small grin makes its way on her face and Danwën goes to his side. "Help has arrived! Lord Dain!" She kills three of the orcs that crept to the dwarf from behind him.
"Who are ye!"
His eyes were confused and it showed on his face.
"Lady Beríadanwën, daughter of Thaladír of Imladris..at your service!" She cuts through a lone orc before stepping to the dwarf lord. "My mother's one of the Dúnedain, Ioreth was her name." She nods down at him in greetings.
The fiery haired lord of the Iron Hills returns her nod.
Danwën swings her right blade up and slays a passing orc. Its blood splashed onto her leather chest protector.
"Tis good to meet ya, lass." Dain smashes his war hammer into a snarling orcs gut.
"My lord? Where is the company of Thorin Oakenshield? I have to find Princes Fili and Kili..at once!"
The dwarf gives her no answer for he wondered where his cousin and company was too.
Danwën grumbled and swung her blades in a circle, dispatching two orcs that lunged from both sides.
"Fall Back!"
Dain yelled louder for the Iron Hill dwarves to hear. Following the dwarf she backed to the crumbled bridge.
Guts twisting with concern as more orcs seemed to multiply from thin air.
"Get over here Lass!"
She is pulled to the other dwarves, all of the dwarves had set up a desperate shield wall. Crouching she knelt on her knees and prayed quietly to the Valar and to her mother in Valinor.
"Let this not be the day I fall in battle. Let me keep my promise to my father and Mithrandír. Bless be the Valar."
Bowing her head she silently hugged the blades to her blood cladded leather vest.
The swords had been a gift to her from Lords Elrond and Glorfindel on her sixty-fourth name day. The elvish inscriptions were tellings of her birth name, the Defender of Men.
Gritting her teeth Danwën peeked through a small hole from the Dwarves sheild wall.
The orcs lined up in ranks before their small group.
Biting the inside of her cheeks Danwën guides the handles of both swords back into her hands.
Dread filling her stomach.
Her keen hazel eyes watch as the Pale orc, Azog the Defiler, halts the orc troops movements.
Waiting till several armored trolls shoulder their way into the front of the Orc ranks.
A harsh language rips through the air.
Black speech making the Peredhil flinch in horror.
The dwarves around steel their shields when the orcs sound their horns.
Growing restless Danwën fidgets and cursed aloud when she saw that the orcs and trolls had begun to move.
Their heavy foot falls made her heart falter. Danwën could feel the bond that she and her father had, tremble with fear. Thaladír could see what was approaching his young daughter from her mind and it was suffocating the ellon. The fear of losing his child after his wife had departed for the Undying Lands was growing.
Squeezing her eyes shut she sent a wave of undying love and sadness to her father.
Images flashing through her mind and heart as she hastily ends the bond. Clamping down on it tightly and ignoring it.
Tears fell quietly down her dark blood stained face as the rumbling suddenly grew louder.
Gulping she grows confused when she hears another sound from behind her and the Iron Hill dwarves.
Crack!
The blockage of boulders and rocks flew over their heads.
The gateway to Erebor opening when a large golden statue smashes its way through. The excess rocks fall over and make a rough bridge across the moat.