As we were running through the tunnels of Goblin Town. I couldn't help but feel a weird disturbance. I slowed down and some dwarves pushed past through me wanting to get out of Goblin Town. I winced when my shoulder made contact with the rocky wall. I hissed at the new burning sensation the contact made. A hand grabbed my arm connected to my hurt shoulder dragging me out, "Stop wastin' time, lass."

I looked at the dwarf who grabbed me. Dwalin. I hissed, "Let go of me!"

Dwalin didn't glance back as he rolled his eyes. As we passed the little crevice where I felt the disturbance, I couldn't help but look in that direction trying to see if anything is out of order. I squinted my eyes at the area as I was dragged passed it. Another yank to my arm brought my attention back to the dwarf. I spat, "I said let go of me, master dwarf!"

I didn't know where we ended up till I finally was able to yank my arm out. Well more like he let go of my arm at the time I was yanking which ended up me on the ground. I seethed grabbing my shoulder after pushing my self to sitting position. Gandalf's eyes landed on me. His eyes squinted for a second as he knew exactly what happened to the elf on the ground. Oin pushed through a couple dwarves, "Hold on, what happened?"

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. The weird disturbance came back again. I let go of my shoulder pushing myself off the ground. I wish I didn't show that weakness. I used my opposite hand touching my shoulder. The pads of my hand hovered over the scar making sure I don't touch it. If I were to touch it, it would sting. I gave a little smile, "It's nothing, Oin. It's just Dwalin pulled on my arm too hard."

Some of the dwarves turned to him giving him a look. Dwalin narrowed his eyes. He saw it what the she-wolf is hiding from the others. A scar that looked to be in some scripture. I couldn't shake off the weird disturbance. Oin grabbed my hand pulling me to the side looking into my eyes. Gandalf took the attention away from me by asking where their hobbit went. Oin asked softly, "What is it, lass? You can tell me."

I looked around at the other dwarves before looking down at Oin. I gave a weak smile, "It's nothing I can't handle, Master Oin. I promise. Don't worry about me. Worry over the others. I'm a strong trooper."

Oin huffed knowing that it would be hard getting an answer from me. I looked back to the company seeing Bilbo appeared out of no where. My eyes narrowed when I saw the one thing I hoped to never see again get placed in Bilbo's waistcoat pocket. My eyes darted to Gandalf seeing he may suspect something but isn't sure what. I know exactly what Bilbo is hiding. A warg howl broke into everyone's thoughts. I removed my hovering hand away from my scar before walking over to the area where I fell grabbing my blade I dropped. Thorin breathed out, "Out of the frying pan..."

Gandalf finished, "And... into the fire! run! RUN!"

I grabbed hold of Oin's hand running. I could hear more growls coming down the mountain chasing us. I called back to Oin, "Keep up! I don't want to lose you, Master Oin!"

Oin tried pumping his legs faster to keep up with my long legs. I didn't react fast enough when I heard a growl to my right seeing it was charging at Bilbo. My breath came out in relief as I saw Bilbo impaling the incoming warg. Good he did good. I could feel Oin's hands get a little sweaty from nervousness. I could see trees come into our view. Gandalf yelled, "Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb!"

I winced as I placed my hands underneath Oin's armpits and heaved him up the tree. He caught onto the bark. I saw some other dwarves having trouble slightly. I called out, "I can help!"

I laced my hands together holding it out. This is going to hurt but as long they are safe... Everything should be good. Some scoffed at the idea getting help from me. Fine, be like that. Kili took the offer and placed his boot on my hand and I pushed him up. I heard him grab onto a branch. Good. I looked around seeing Gandalf and the hobbit is already up in the trees. A growl and bark came from behind me. I grabbed my blade about to slice but I was already too late. A grunt came from behind me as he took the warg down. Dwalin huffed, "You're getting slow."

I gripped my handle tighter, "No I'm not."

Dwalin, for being short stature, grabbed my tunic thrusting me upward, "Aye ye are, she-wolf."

I ungracefully scrambled to grab onto the branch above me. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt a pain surge through me. A rustle above me made me open my eyes. I looked up seeing an outstretched hand. I grabbed onto Kili's hand with my good arm as he heaved me higher. Right behind me Dwalin jumped up onto the branch I was on previously. I stood wobbily on the branch next to Kili. Kili breathed out, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Of course I'm okay."

Kili eyed me suspiciously, "You aren't okay. You seem to be slow in reacting to the warg coming for you. Are you sick?"

I shook my head, "No! I'm not. I... I am fine, I promise Kili. Now let's make sure we are safe."

Wargs started to circle around the trees we are perched on. Some snapped up trying to bite but failed miserably. The wargs started to back off as their main pack started riding closer. My eyes narrowed as the pale orc sits on his white warg. He looks like his grandfather. Orcs unfortunately live a very long time. Luckily before I escaped by my nephews... I was able to kill him. Avenge my sister and myself. Azog strokes his white warg's fur, "Do you smell it? The scent of fear? I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain."

Azog continued, "I wonder where my marred elven-witch is... I hear she is here."

I cried out in pain grabbing my shoulder. The dwarves in my tree instantly looked over at me. Kili reached out, "Miss Miriel!"

Dwalin looked up seeing tears starting to well up in my eyes. Azog smirked showing his disfigured teeth, "There she is. My Marred elven-witch."

He knows what those words do to my scar caused by black magic. Every time he calls me Marred elven-witch in black speech... it burns my scar intensely. It was to make sure I obey and don't go out of line. My visions became a curse then. Azog turned to his pack, "The elf and dwarf king is mine. Kill the others!"

I didn't hear anything else. I didn't hear the dwarves shouting for safety. I didn't hear the wargs growling and snipping at our feet. I feel like I'm young again being the Orcs' slave. Being their personal seer. They didn't know Celebrian hold visions. I was stupid and tried to prevent something that was going to happen by moving my sister into a safe spot while I took her place. They found out real quick on how I knew. I didn't know the tree started to fall till an arm grabbed my waist pulling me with them. I cursed silently as my shoulder hit against their chest. That brought my attention back to reality. I could smell forest and soot. I couldn't help myself but fell the tense muscles slowly start to relax slightly.