So last we saw of Mirima she had left Thorin alone to scout the passages for orcs. Wonder what's going to happen? Hope you enjoy it
Everything was silent. Too silent. Too silent to be real silence. Nothing stirred, not a whisper, not a squeak as Mirima crept through the haunting passages, her sword held aloft in case of a surprise attack. Clenching her jaw the dwarf woman turned towards the light, intending to head back to Thorin but then she finally heard a noise.
It was not the good sort. Mirima dove behind a broken archway, keeping her body low and pressed into the shadow as snarls and grunts chased after her. Several orcs passed through, cackling with glee and then, Mirima saw him.
Azog, walking with his head held high with Fili clutched in his one hand by the front of his jacket. Mirima's eyes widened but she crouched there, frozen in place with fear and her inability to think meant that no plan would come to mind. She was completely useless.
As the orcs passed Mirima turned to look where they had gone. Up the stairs, still in the dark. Summoning her courage Mirima strode up those stairs, turning away from the light. Several orcs were posted at various points but Mirima finished them all off with no more than two swings apiece, her blade cutting through armour and flesh as easily as if it were butter.
From above, Mirima could hear Azog speaking, supposedly to Thorin. "No, Fili!" Mirima gasped as she was slammed into the wall by an orc. With a furious snarl she stabbed her blade through the beast then ran up the stairs again.
"No." Mirima caught Fili's voice on the wind barely louder than a whisper. "Run!"
"Fili!" Mirima's loud voice yelled and everyone turned. The orcs all snarled and lifted their weapons but Mirima slid forwards on the snow, their blades clashing down on the snow behind her as Azog turned around in disbelief, Fili still in his grasp.
He was unarmed and even together they were greatly outnumbered. They had only one chance. Mirima let out the biggest cry she could muster, swinging her blade to slice Azog's arm so that he let go of Fili then barrelled into the dwarf, pushing them both over the side.
Azog bellowed in rage at the loss of his victim but Mirima paid no attention. With Fili's arms wrapped tightly around her she stabbed her sword into the rock face they fell close to, a mess of broken pillars and crumbling walls. Mirima was glad that the metal was stronger than any iron wrought by dwarves.
It caught on a jagged jut but then slipped, allowing them both to fall. Mirima landed first and she felt the sickening crack of her leg breaking. A scream flew from her lips and Akh'Aegis dropped from her hand, her head ripping backwards as she arched away from the pain.
"Miri!" Fili cried out and rolled off of her, crawling back to cup her face in his hands. "Miri?" All she could do was yell in pain but she looked upwards, seeing orcs being sent down after them. Mirima rolled over, pushing Fili back then got to her feet, standing entirely on one leg.
She grabbed her sword as she continued to gasp with pain, accepting Fili's support as he pulled one of her arms over his neck and helped her hobble along as they tried to move away. "Fili!" Kili's voice yelled and they looked up. "This way! Up the stairs!" Kili was running towards them so Mirima pushed Fili from her.
"Go."
"I'm not leaving you!" He informed her stubbornly and tried to pick her up but she shoved him back.
"GO!" Her bellow startled him as she seethed through clenched teeth, struggling to stand up. "Go. It's alright. I'll hold them off."
"Miri, I will not abandon you to die. Not this time." Fili told her and Mirima could see the dwarf stubbornness shining in his eyes. Hearing the crow of orc laughter behind them, Mirima turned. With her distracted Fili grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up onto his shoulder, turning to race towards Kili who paused, waited for them, then led the way.
Mirima saw an orc as it leaped out over the wall from behind so she lifted her sword and stabbed it through the neck as Kili dealt with one in front. "How come you weren't injured?" Kili demanded of his brother as they continued on upwards.
"Miri gave me a soft landing." He answered, patting Mirima's thigh as she continued to whimper and moan in pain. Suddenly an orc jumped in the way of Kili, knocking him aside then swung the heavy mace at Fili who jerked backwards to avoid its strike.
Mirima tumbled from his grasp down another flight of stairs, hitting her broken leg several times which made her cry in pain as hot tears streaked down her face. Grunting she tried to lift herself up but her strength abandoned her. Everything seemed hopeless and death was staring her in the face.
"Please mother. I need you." Mirima sobbed, trying her best to crawl back up the stairs again to help the others. "I don't want to die yet, there's still so much to do…so much to say. I cannot die. I will not die."
"No. You shall not." Mirima gasped and whipped around, staring as her mother walked towards her, blue hood pulled up over her head but her golden honey eyes looked down at her softly. "Forgive me for my misconception of time, I was otherwise engaged." With a blur of white Indilwen drew an arrow back upon her bowstring, Mirima completely having missed the movement of her drawing the bow from her back.
Indilwen shot several arrows at the orcs, felling them from their perches as they descended upon Fili and Kili who gradually were beginning to become separated. One leaped down from high above but before Mirima could call out a warning Indilwen had whipped her bow around, smacking the orc in the face then lifted it up by a leg and arm to then throw it over the side of the mountain.
Gripping her sword tightly Mirima shifted, pulling herself around then stabbed another orc in the back as it tried to attack Indilwen. The elf whirled around and with a push of her hand, sent the orc flying back into a pillar several feet away, cracking the stone as it slid down into the abyss.
Turning tightly, her cloak slow to catch up, Indilwen strode to Mirima and looked at the leg. "You have completely snapped the bone." She sighed then crouched down. "Hold still, I do not have the strength to completely mend it but I shall do what I can." Mirima nodded her head and she suddenly felt a familiar warmth spreading through her leg.
The bone melted back together but before it could be properly and completely healed, Indilwen drew back, breathing shakily. "What happened to you Fain?"
"I shall tell you another time. Go now, they need you." Indilwen nodded, brushing off Mirima's concerns. "Be careful on the leg, it is delicate, hold off as much weight as you can." Mirima nodded, getting to her feet. She crawled up the stairs, not using her injured leg at all then listened.
Her blood ran cold as she heard the furious snarls of Azog the Defiler riding on the wind, Thorin's voice riding with them. "Thorin!" Mirima turned and ran towards the sounds, grabbing an orcish mace to use as a crutch which helped her hobble along whilst barely putting any weight on her leg.
Mirima slipped down, still following the sound of Thorin's yells and Azog's loud roars until finally, she saw them. They fought on a lake of ice, smashed into large pieces by Azog. "No." Mirima gasped, her eyes widening in fear as Azog swept his sword at Thorin but the dwarf king ducked and they both backed off to either end of the ice, keeping their platform balanced.
Looking up into the rising sun, Mirima smiled slightly as she continued to hobble forwards, watching as the eagles flew into view. She could just make out the form of Radagast riding on Gwahir and Beorn on another. Azog turned to watch them in fear and horror as they swept through his army like hurricanes, completely smashing through his ranks as easily as if they were leaves on the wind.
Thorin dropped his sword and picked up the heavy mace Azog had been using then tossed it to Azog, making him catch it as he turned back to face him. After a brief pause, Thorin stepped off the platform onto firmer icy ground.
Instantly Azog fell backwards, his weight combined with his weapon forcing the ice down into the freezing water. Mirima struggled for breath, her leg aching as she felt the bone crack a little under the strain she was forcing it to undergo.
She watched as Azog slipped underwater, snarling with his last breath until finally, he was gone. Mirima sighed with relief so took a moment to rest, believing Thorin to be safe for now. Looking down at the ground Mirima rolled her shoulders, arching her neck as she caught her breath back.
When she looked up however, she could see Thorin following something drifting in the water, the pale figure of the orc melting almost perfectly with the ice. "Thorin, what are you doing?" Mirima murmured then stood, her heart beginning to quicken in pace once more.
Leaving the heavy weighted weapon behind Mirima began to limp forwards as quickly as she could, ignoring the pain as she called out. "Thorin!" Her voice made the dwarf king look up and his shoulders relaxed slightly when he saw her and he began to turn.
All of a sudden the tip of Azog's blade flew up through the ice and stabbed Thorin through the foot, making him cry out in pain and crumble beneath it. His cry echoed over the mountain and Mirima screamed. "Thorin!"
In the distance Indilwen turned, hearing Mirima's scream but then quickly moved out of the way of an orc hammer, kicking it aside then severed the hand from the body with her elven blade, twisting in a tight circle to then cut off its head. "No!" She heard the call of another elleth and Indilwen turned around quickly.
She saw the orc, Bolg, holding Kili in one hand whilst lifting the spear point of his hammered weapon, preparing to strike. Indilwen traded her sword for her bow and took one of her arrows, taking a moment to aim perfectly, not wanting any chances of failure. Her arrow flew through the air and slipped through the orc's wrist as he held the weapon above Kili's heart.
With a an outraged roar the orc dropped both the weapon and Kili, who lunged for his sword then swung it down with a bellow, the orc only just managing to look up in time before the dwarf's sword fell down upon his neck and his life was cut abruptly short.
Panting heavily Kili glared at the dead orc then dropped the sword, his strength now almost completely gone. Tauriel sniffed slightly, gasping for air as she pulled herself forwards, crawling. Kili dropped to his knees as he reached her, whispering her name. "Tauriel." His hands cupped her face, framing her cheeks as she looked down at him.
"Kili." She answered, her eyes searching his but all she could see was this brilliant warmth she never wanted to look away from. "Are you hurt?" Somehow she found her voice but Kili merely smiled up at her with a shake of his head as his hands lowered to curl over hers as they gripped his shoulders.
A sigh of relief left her and she leaned her head against his shoulder, relaxing into him. "Valar seem to smile upon you." She mused, looking towards the white arrow, wondering who had shot it. She intended to find out.
"They smile upon us." Kili answered simply and she looked up at him. "Tauriel. I never want to be parted from you again." Tauriel smiled softly.
"Nor I from you." Together they leaned forwards and their lips met tenderly, a burning love filling their bodies and warming them from deep within as they cradled one another, the rush of fear now leaving them alone as they had their arms safely about one another.
Indilwen smiled upon the couple but then turned back to the main source of fighting. Dwalin was a magnificent warrior and with Fili by his side, they were an unstoppable force but Indilwen noticed Bilbo knocked out on the rocks. An orc was crawling closer, tilting its ugly head from side to side then poked Bilbo sharply with its blade.
When the hobbit groaned, the orc shrieked then lifted its sword. Indilwen instantly shot down the creature then flipped over her head, cloak flying with a rustle as she landed down into the courtyard, turning to stab an orc through the eye with her arrow then drew it back on the string, shooting another as it leaped at Fili.
Indilwen strode over to Bilbo and touched his brow, searching him for injury. As his bleary little eyes blinked open, he was startled and awestruck by the elf that stood over him. "Lie still." She murmured then turned, whipping her bow around so that the blades embedded into the wood at both points cut through the orcs that were now focussed on attacking her.
"Are you…are you Fainauriel? Miri's mother?"
"I am." Indilwen nodded her head, twisting under a blade then kicked up a powerful leg, kicking an orc in the face then grabbed its wrist, swinging it around and used it as a club to strike a few others. "It is an honour to finally meet you Bilbo Baggins."
"It is?" Bilbo questioned, still slightly in shock then jumped into action as an orc leaped at him. He drew Sting, his newly named sword, then stabbed the orc through with its sharp point, drawing back as the orc writhed out of his reach then leaped at him.
"Bilbo!" Fili yelled then flung himself forwards, making Indilwen half twist around. Flinging herself forwards Indilwen ran up a wall and flipped backwards, slicing her bow up the orc that had chased her then drew three arrows.
Upon her release they sailed through the air, each one finding a different target so that Fili was clear to finish off the orc that had attacked Bilbo. Swallowing Indilwen looked around, searching for Legolas. Suddenly he appeared, leaping down from a higher point and crushed an orc beneath him, his twin blades whirling. "Legolas." Indilwen called out and tossed him her sword which Legolas hastened to catch.
Once Indilwen was completely empty of arrows she used her bow as her main weapon, relying on the bladed ends to cause some damage until finally, all the orcs lay slain. "Mirima." Indilwen whispered finally then soared forwards with a rustle of her blue cloak, leaving the four others behind, bewildered and thoroughly confused.
Indilwen is so badass, I love her
