Stay awhile stay awhile
Stay here with me
Lay here with me
All was well.
Or at least she thought so before she heard a howl. It wasn't wolves, oh no. Beatrice knew it would be to beautiful to be true, if they continued they journey without any problems. Fear ran trough her body once again that day. Beatrice felt like a character in horror film. Firstly, you are introduced to the story, so it's calm, and then it gets more and more frightening. There are scenes that make you grab the arm of the person sitting next to you. Then it gets worse. They allow you to relax and then they attack. She felt the same way now. At first they almost lost Kili, then they were caught, and now they were chased by wargs.
"Out of the frying pan..."Thorin began, staring in horror at the impending threat.
"... and into the fire! Run! RUN! "Gandalf finished the sentence and the others listened to his advice.
The company began to ran down from the mountain as quickly as they could. They ran and ran between trees, and the sun was almost gone. Beatrice felt nauseous, seeing the end of the path. They had no way out. Behind them enemies, before them cliff. Beatrice looked horrified at Thorin. She was looking at him, wanting to tell him everything she felt. The mind knew that the king be all right, at least for now, though she was not sure about herself.
"Up to the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb! "exclaimed the wizard.
Beatrice followed his instruction and let Dwalin to boost her up to the branch. She grabbed it and began to climb, followed by Balin, Thorin and Bombur. Dozens of wargs surrounded the trees and began to jump wanting to reach them with their claws. The woman looked at the fangs of the enraged animals and pressed herself harder to the tree. She did not know how to escape from this situation, but she hoped that salvation would come soon.
Huge wolves jumped higher and higher, making the trees on which they stood wobble. Beatrice felt someone's presence behind her. She turned her head and seeing Thorin she turned away quickly, not wanting him to see her face right now. He pressed onto her back, his hands on both sides of her head. He whispered in her ear that everything would be fine. Beatrice sighed. Thorin's words were soothing, but reality did not imply their truth. She heard Thorin gasped and then he spoke the name she did not expect to hear so early.
She turned to look to the same direction Thorin did. A huge, white ork was riding an equally bright warg. He spoke in an unknown for Beatrice language, but it did not sound nice. Beatrice doubted that anything in this language would be pleasant. After the words of orc, the wargs became even more aggressive. They jumped higher and higher, their jaws cracking branches in attempts to get to them.
From the constant pressure of the animals, the tree was torn from the ground and fell on the next. It looked like a domino. First tree hit the second, second one hit the third, and so on, and so on. The dwarves and Beatrice had no other way but jump from one fallen tree to another. Finally they reached the last tree. It didn't collapse yet, but it was only matter of time. Beatrice looked down. Deep darkness scared her, so she turned to look at the company. She counted them and saw that everyone was present and that calmed her down a little bit.
Beatrice heard Gandalf cry out to Fili and saw him throwing a burning pine cone into the warg. She also got a few and each of them she shoved at the animals, hoping their fur would be set on fire. She felt bad, having such wishes, but she knew there was no other way. They will die, or her friends. There was no in between.
Not everyone was so lucky and accurate. Some failed and the area around them stood on fire, forcing the creatures to retreat. Azog let out a roar of anger and the dwarves around her cheered. Joy didn't last long. The tree was unable to withstand and began to bend towards the abyss until it finally hung, supported only by a pair of roots. Beatrice pulled up on the branch and sat down on it. She looked around and the cry sank in her throat when she saw Ori falling. He managed to catch Dori by the leg, but he could not hold the extra weight and branch slipped from his fingers. Gandalf saved them by drawing his staff so they could catch it.
The rough hands covered her face, turning her toward him. Thorin put his sweaty forehead over her, his eyes wide open as if to memorize every part of her, every shape, every color. His dry lips touched hers. He didn't deepen the kiss, but stepped away.
"Amralizi, lanselê," he said softly, gently.
Beatrice did not know what the words meant, but she knew the look he had given her, knew the tone of his voice. This could mean one thing. She opened her mouth to say Je t'aime, but Thorin was no longer there. He walked slowly toward the enemy. Beatrice remembered that scene from the film. She said he looked majestic among the flames, walking alone toward his nemesis to save his friends. She also said that he was a fool for thinking, that what he was doing was a good solution.
"Thorin, come back here!" she shouted, her voice trembling. "You cannot just kiss people and then just die! Come back here, you stupid dwarf!"
She made an annoyed wail, when he did not reply, did not turn and did not even look at her. The dwarrow began to run, sword and oak shield in his hands. Azog cried a battle warning, and then his warg thumped at Thorin. The beast knocked down the dwarrow. Beatrice entered the main part of the tree, repeating no, no, no.
The dwarrow stood up, panting. Orc turned and charged again at Thorin. He waved his cudgel and hit the dwarrow before he could react. Beatrice's cry was mixed with Balin's one and Thorin's fall. Beatrice got up and started walking.
"No, Beatrice, you cannot," Balin said. "Thorin would never forgive me if something happened to you."
"He won't have anything to forgive if he's dead," she snapped. "And I do not need your permission."
She went on, her movement faster. White warg bit Thorin's forearm and the woman started running. She hid behind the burning trees so that she wouldn't be seen and tried to sneak up and attack orc from behind. But she needed time, which was running out too quickly. Azog's minion went to Thorin and his ax was close to Thorin's neck as Bilbo showed up. Beatrice covered her mouth with a hand not to make an unnecessary sound. Hobbit managed to kill the orc, who hasn't expected anything and then stood in a defensive position near the unconscious Thorin.
Beatrice had already come out of hiding to attack orcs, who were close to Bilbo, but Dwalin, Fili and Kili outran her. The woman began to run, her sword drawn. The wargs surrounded dwarves. She used one lapse in orc's concentration and lam out into him. She jumped, bounced on warg's behind and stabbed orc in the neck with her sword. She pulled it put to jab him once more, this time aiming for spot between his lungs. The blade was already going through in Azog's back when he grabbed her by the neck and threw her. Her body hit the tree.
The last thing she saw was the huge bird that took Thorin's in his claws.
I like me better when i'm with you*
*Lauv – I like me better
