Needless to say, close to one thousand curse words flew from Thorin's mouth when he heard the word 'orcs'. He began giving orders to the guards and the dwarven army, telling all to protect their people and kingdom. He even gave orders to Dwalin who, then, began telling others orders as well. As Thorin looked down at himself, he released a frustrated sigh as he wore no armor, mail, or thick clothing.
"Shit!" he cursed, unsheathing Orcrist and following Dwalin through the scurrying dwarfs. "Orcs?"
Dwalin nodded. "Apparently down from Dale; they attacked a few hours prior."
Thorin grumbled as both dwarfs marched through the gates. Sure enough, a huge group of very armed orcs ran for the open gates of Erebor. Thorin shouted orders left and right to dwarfs running in all directions. He caught one of them, a good dwarf whom he trusted very much, and pulled him aside. "Stand by my chambers and protect the one who is there with your life," he hoarsely whispered to the guard.
The dwarf nodded and rushed towards the king's chambers.
With Bilbo in good hands, Thorin proceeded with numerous orders to his loyal dwarfs. The orcs were coming down hill fast, and Thorin didn't have much time. He yelled in Khuzdul to the dwarven army as he and Dwalin ran onto the soil to meet the oncoming orcs. Thorin breathed deeply as he ran towards those heartless and cold orcs, focusing on two things (well three actually): killing, living, and Bilbo.
The dwarven and orc army met a close distance away from the gate, and Thorin had a nagging fear that they were outnumbered; the orcs would surely enter the mountain and hurt his people. Both groups met with battle cries and the agonizing sound of axes and swords. Dwarfs focused on their target and wielded axes with such skill that Thorin knew they would fight till the bitter end.
Thorin, meanwhile, had his gaze on an orc facing him head on. He braced himself as the orc came closer. He raised Orcrist and... fell to the ground, wincing as his face hit an orc blade which sliced his cheek open. Shaking his head, he quickly stood and beheaded the closest orc. Huffing and puffing from the sudden fall, he blinked as he glanced around him.
"You good?"
Thorin heard a voice talk, but he was still dazed from the fall. "What?" he asked, cutting down another orc.
"You okay, Uncle?"
"Fili?"
"Who else," Fili said, standing beside his uncle as both stabbed the same orc. He smiled as Thorin faced him. "Let's kill some orc!"
Thorin chuckled and followed close by his nephew, killing orcs as he went.
Bilbo lay on his bed thinking about Thorin's odd behavior toward him. he thought and thought about it and thought again as something crossed his mind. Could Thorin... like him? After he stole the Arkenstone? After all of that? No, it wasn't possible... No.
The hobbit stared up at the ceiling then shot up as he heard the door being flung open. "What-"
Growling and a foreign language filled the chamber as Bilbo stood. He froze. Orcs.
Quickly, he grabbed Sting and opened the bedroom door; he didn't want to be trapped in a room if the orcs found him. Quietly, the hobbit walked out into the main room and spotted four orcs talking to each other. Bilbo saw the open door; he bolted for it, not caring if the orcs saw him. They did, and Bilbo narrowly missed a throwing dagger as he fled from the chamber.
"Where is Tho-" Bilbo stopped muttering as he saw the halls before him were swarming with orcs. "Holy-"
"Kill him!" a voice ordered from behind Bilbo.
The hobbit ran for the gates, which was a good thirty stories down. He ran as fast as he could, never looking back once. A few times, he was nearly killed by orcs or the dwarfs' throwing axes, but he managed to weave his way (mostly unnoticed) to the gate. The swarm here was not as bad as it was inside the mountain. With all the strength left in him, Bilbo ignored the throbbing pain in his stomach and dashed onto the battlefield in hopes of finding Thorin.
"Duck!" Fili shouted, and Thorin ducked as an axe was thrown over his head.
Fili and Thorin had fought side-by-side for a long while before Thorin froze. "What is it?" Fili asked, stopping his motions and following his uncle's gaze. "Oh, no."
"I am going to murder whoever set this up," Thorin grumbled, cringing as he heard a howl in the distance. "Wargs."
The wargs charged downhill towards the mountain; there were not many, but Thorin couldn't help but feel powerless as they drew closer. He swiftly turned around and brought down another oncoming orc. Fili did the same but kept an eye on the moving mass of wargs. Thorin pulled Orcrist from the dead flesh and glanced around him. Dead orcs and dwarfs lay on the blood covered soil on the doorsteps of Erebor. Thorin's eyes wandered to the mountain itself and breathed a heavy sigh; the orcs were in the mountain destroying his kingdom. Some king he was.
"Thorin!" Bilbo shouted as he caught sight of Thorin.
The dwarf turned his head towards the call and felt his stomach drop. Bilbo. Bilbo was here. Bilbo was here on the battlefield. Bilbo was going to die. Without thinking about Fili (he was a grown dwarf, he could take care of himself), Thorin ran towards Bilbo who "fearlessly" killed an orc near himself. "What're you doing?!" Thorin asked hurriedly as he drove Orcrist in another orc charging for Bilbo. "The mountain-"
"Orcs," Bilbo answered tiredly, still catching his breath. "I had to run. I'm sorry."
Thorin quickly hugged him. "No, do not apologize. Stay with me," he said and Bilbo nodded, his fingers grazing the cut on Thorin's cheek. "I want you to stay by my side; I cannot promise you will be safe, but-"
"I am safer when I am with you," Bilbo finished, ducking as Thorin moved to swipe at an orc.
Thorin smiled and felt his heart swell with longing for his hobbit... but now was not the time. He nodded and took Bilbo's hand in his as they ran back to Fili who was slowly but surely killing the wargs.
"Bilbo!" Fili exclaimed when the hobbit and his uncle joined. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Fili!" Thorin shouted, using Orcrist to kill wargs with one arm while keeping the other on Bilbo. "Focus!"
All three, yes three, fought for a good while before the wargs wouldn't stop coming; they were outnumbered. Thorin glanced around him and saw more come down the hill towards them and the mountain. He knew if he were to die right now, he would die a noble king who tried to protect his kingdom. The wargs were crowding them into a circle as other dwarfs fought desperately, trying to get to their king. Thorin glanced at Fili and gave him a small smile.
"Fili," he commanded hoarsely. "Protect Bilbo. Please."
The young dwarf gaped. "No, Uncle! We will win this! We will!"
Thorin shook his head, bringing Bilbo between them as the wargs drew closer. "Promise me, Fili. I am begging you."
Fili nodded and placed his hand on Bilbo's shoulder as Thorin removed his own.
The hobbit looked between both dwarfs and knew what Thorin was doing. "Thorin, no," Bilbo said desperately. "Please, don't do this."
Thorin opened his mouth to say his final word when arrows started flying through the air, piercing and killing every single warg around them. The dwarf king turned his head to the source of the arrows and felt his jaw drop. He stared blankly at the person who was killing the wargs.
Fili turned as well, slightly moving away from Bilbo, and said, "I think I died long ago. My body's there under that warg."
"What?" Bilbo asked. He, too, followed their gazes and gasped.
"You would not believe how long it took to get out of that mountain!" the person shouted, coming into the clearing with a bow and arrow in hand.
"How-" Thorin began but was cut off by a painful scream behind him. He sharply turned his head in time to see a big, brown warg drag Bilbo by the waist; the hobbit was gasping in pain. With Orcrist at the ready, Thorin bolted for the warg, but the arrow beat him to it. "Bilbo!" he exclaimed, rushing forward and catching the hobbit as he fell. "Bilbo, oh, Bilbo." He threw down his sword and held Bilbo close. "Look at me, Bilbo. Please look at me."
The hobbit's eyes fluttered open, and Thorin's heart dropped; they were already glazing over. "Thorin?" Bilbo managed, blood spilling from his mouth.
"Shh," Thorin soothed. "Everything will be fine." He blinked back his tears and gathered Bilbo in his arms as he stood. "I am here. I will always be here... for you." He glanced up and saw the person stand beside Fili. Thorin glanced down at Bilbo; he didn't have much time. "Help me," he whispered helplessly.
"Bilbo!" the person shouted and rushed towards Thorin to help.
Oh my gosh. I feel so evil... :(