CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

*Please Note that Rosalie Kindrick is an OC Characters, other characters are copyright to MGM, Peter Jackson and Tolkien. This takes place in The Hobbit: AN Unexpected Journey and follows the script line roughly*

Just then our luck ran out. The land behind us exploded with the howls of Wargs. We turned round to find a great, pale orc charge down the mountain towards us. Behind him was a group of more orcs riding Wargs. As we gazed upon them we realised we were in grave danger.

"Out of the frying pan…" Thorin began.

"…and into the fire!" Gandalf finished. "Run! RUN!"

Without hesitation, we turned and fled down the mountain. The Wargs followed us, quickly closing in. night was arriving rapidly. The sun was setting quicker than I would have liked. The ground was uneven under foot and I was running the risk of tripping and breaking something. Most likely my neck. There was a cry from behind me. I skidded to a halt and whirled round. Bilbo was standing with a dead Warg as his feet. A few others caught up with us. I disposed of one and urged Bilbo to run. He was too occupied trying to get his sword out of the dead Warg. We reach the end of our journey; there's nothing but a great fall away from the mountain ahead. We reach a plain with a few trees but nothing else. We're trapped.

"Up into the trees, all of you!" Gandalf yelled. "Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!"

"I can't climb!" I protested, reaching a tree.

Bifur threw an axe and killed a Warg that was fast approaching him. Bofur jumped off a rock and used Dwalin's head as a stepping stone. He grabbed a tree branch and began climbing up. Kili raced towards me and practically flung me up into the tree. I began to badly scramble up the tree branches. I reached the top and turned to help Fili and Kili up. Bilbo was still struggling with his sword.

"BILBO!" I yelled.

"They're coming!" Thorin warned.4

Gandalf clambered up the furthest away tree. I watched as Dwalin boosted Balin up. Thorin and the rest get up into the trees as well. I have never felt like such a sitting duck before in my life. Bilbo managed to pull his sword out just in time. He whirled round to find the Wargs running straight towards him. He turned and fled up a tree, out of harm's way. For now. The Wargs circled the trees we were up in, snapping and snarling up at them. The Wargs turned and parted way for a great, white Warg. Azog sat triumphantly on its back. They approached us slowly. I turned to see the shock in Thorin's face.

"Azog?!" he cried in shock.

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast? Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob." Azog responded.

I had no idea what he just said. Whatever it is, it caused Thorin to become stricken with pain and grief at the realisation of something.

"It cannot be," Thorin whispered.

Azog turned to his Wargs and their riders.

"Kod, Toragid biriz. Worori-da!" he cried.

Whatever he said prompted the Wargs to begin leaping at us and scrambling up the trees. They jumped as high as they could but they couldn't climb the trees. I raised my bow and began firing at them from my safety perch. The trees began to violently shake. I watched in horror as the lower branches were snapped in their jaws. The shaking became too much, I couldn't keep my balance and fire arrows at them. I was forced to put my bow away and cling onto the tree for dear life.

"Sho gad adol!" Azog encouraged them.

The tree, furthest away from the edge, the tree I was in, collapsed under the weight. It began to lean wildly towards the other trees. I let out a cry and clung to the branch even more. We hand to jump onto the next tree as our tree fell into it. it turned into a game of dominoes were more dwarves joined us as we leapt from falling tree to falling tree until we were all clinging onto the last tree at the very edge of the cliff. Thankfully this tree just topple over. Azog laughed as we looked around in desperation. Gandalf threw a pinecone at them which exploded into flames. The Wargs retreated, yipping in fear. Azog looked startled and angry at our sudden burst of resistance. Gandalf grabbed a few more pinecone and light them with his staff.

"Fili!" he cried, tossing one down to him.

Fili caught the pinecone and threw it. The rest of us gather up the nearest pinecones and Gandalf set them on fire. We began throwing them at the Wargs like flaming missiles. It was sort of fun, watching the pinecones explode and the Wargs retreat further, howling. One Warg caught on fire. He ran yipping into the night, leaving a fiery trail in his wake. Azog roared in frustration and anger as we began cheering. Our victory was short lived as the tree gave way. Our cheers quickly turned to cries of fear. The roots began snapping, causing the tree to tip over the edge. I looked down and find the ground is extremely far below. As the tree shakes, Ori and I lose our grip. Ori managed to grab onto Dori's leg. Kili reached down and grabbed my arm. I clung onto his sleeve for dear life. I could see he was struggling to pull me up.

"Don't let go!" I pleaded.

"Aaaaah!" Ori cried. "Oh! Oh no!"

"Mister Gandalf!" Dori cried.

The extra weight was too much for Dori. Dori lost his grip and went tumbling down. Gandalf swung his staff down quickly and Dori managed to grab the end of it.

"Hold on, Ori!" Dori urged.

I could feel my grip loosen in Kili's hand.