Realizing what was going on, Robin yanked Kìli's armor and sprinted down the hill. Her leg was still bruised and sore, but she pushed on anyways. Stumbling down the hill, she heard hard pawsteps behind and dared a quick glance over her shoulder. A pack of Wargs were gaining pursuit on the company, and they showed snarling yellow teeth, with drool coming down from their mouths, ready to kill. Someone shouted to go up into the trees and she saw dwarves jump on branches and start to climb. Kìli beside her grabbed on to a low hanging branch and pulled himself up, leaning back over offering his hand to help her up. She shook her head amd took a few steps back. Being smaller, she was more agile than her friends, so when she had enough space between her and the tree, she ran up to it, took a couple steps up on the trunk and gripped a branch that was high above Kìli's head. He raised both eyebrows, obviously impressed. She would of said something but a pack of Wargs were hunting them and she felt that now is not the time to make jokes. That was more Saphira's angle, and thinking of her friend Robin felt her stomach tighten. She missed her smart remarks already, and Jay being here to comfort her while she was scared. Awhile back, she wanted to be brave like her friends, now she understood that that's not her way, and Kìli accepted that about her, which is why she loved him deeply. The tree shook violently, bringing her out of her thoughts, and when she looked down, Wargs were jumping amd clawing the branches, trying to reach them. Kìli yelled,
"Robin jump!" It was then she saw that their own tree was toppling over, she bunched her legs and pushed off to the next tree. Slamming her chest into the branch, it knocked the wind out of her, making her gasp for breath. Unfortunately, that tree as well was knocked off its roots, and they had to jump again. They did that about three times before all 16 of them were on a single tree, growing precariously close to the end of a very deep, very scary, cliff drop. Robin was trying to catch her breath, and at the same time not look down at their possible death sentence. This was when she heard Thorin speak, just barely audible,
"It cannot be..."
She was confused until she saw a huge orc that was very pale in color, riding a white Warg on top of a giant rock. Right at that moment, she put the pieces together that this was the Pale Orc Thorin had to face in battle all those years ago. Kìli had told her the story, and now she can see clearly why Thorin said that. He thought the Pale Orc died of his wounds a long time ago. Obviously not.
"I wish I could've at least said goodbye to Jay..." Robin looked over when hearing the voice of Fìli, filled with sadness. She didn't know what to say, because she had no clue whether or not they are still even alive. Instead, she noticed that Gandalf managed to light a pinecone on fire, then he threw it on the ground, making flames, which caused the Wargs to back down. Gandalf lit another one and passed it down so the others could light more. Robin felt the burn only mere seconds after it was lit, and chucked it right at the face of one of the Wargs. It whined and ran off pawing its face.
"Boo ya!" She cheered herself. Kìli smiled and threw another, and that's when Robin saw that all the Wargs had backed off of the tree. The company cheered until the tree did a two inch drop. Robin looked down and noticed that the roots were slowly pulling up from the ground. She gripped harder on the branch and everyone braced as it eventually fell sideways right over the cliff. It stopped abruptly, hanging horizontally just barely staying on its roots. She screamed and hung on to the same branch with her feet dangling in the air. Kìli tried to reach her but his branch shook to much and he couldn't climb over. They both exchanged a look of fear before Thorin stood upright on the trunk, facing the Pale Orc. He had his sword Orcrist drawn, and he was glaring at the orc with intense determination. Then he took a step, and another, getting faster and more confident with each stride. Robin panicked,
"Thorin no! He'll kill you!" But the king appeared to not have heard, and she tried to pull up but her branch cracked where it was attached so she stopped moving out of concern that it will snap. Thorin charged right for him with his oakenshield that gave him his name. The Warg leaped at the last second and knocked Thorin right in the head. Breathing heavily, he got back up, but again got smacked in the face this time by the orcs mace. He landed square on the ground, and the white Warg picked him up in its jaws and crunched. Like he was some sort of snack. Thorin bellowed in pain and hit the beast on the nose, making it release him by throwing him across the clearing. Thorin lay there barely conscious, and Dwalin shouted,
"Thorin! No!" When he tried to move his branch completly snapped, and only a sliver of it was still attached. The Pale Orc said something in a different language, and one of his orc men got off his Warg and headed for Thorin with his blade in hand.
Robin took this chance due to extreme adrenaline pumping through her body, to quickly pull herself onto the trunk, she kept watching Thorin, and when the orc was ready to slice she shut her eyes. Opening them again warily she was utterly shocked and confused when Bilbo was killing the orc, then stood near Thorin, protecting him. More dwarves climbed up from their branches and bolted across the clearing to attack. Robin followed and drew out her sword, aiming right for the nearest Warg. She jumped on its back and stabbed the rider orc from behind; then the Warg tried to bite her to get her to get off, but she simply stuck her blade right through the skull and it flopped to the ground. Looking around, her and the few dwarves were surrounded by the beasts and their riders. She held her sword tightly, and stood back to back with Kìli.
A loud screeching interrupted the moment, and giant birds, no... eagles, came swooping in. They picked off Wargs and snatched dwarves to carry off with.
"The eagles are here!" She shouted with joy, but her happy feeling got cut short when an eagle picked her up from behind and dropped her on anothers back. Feeling exhilerated, she threw her hands up in the air for freedom, and laughed joyously as the entire company soared into the sky and away from the danger. Azog shouted in frustration as they left. Then she sat up rememberimg her friends. If they are still alive, and the company is being carried far far away... she gulped in pure shock mode.
How on earth will Jay and Saphira ever find them now?