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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Radioactive

Thorin met the portcullis first.

There was an instant change in Thorin's demeanor―the way his hands clenched, eyes widened, and jaw dropped told Rue he had seen the same thing she had: Azog. Here. On the wall above them.

SPLASH.

Rue jumped a little in her barrel as another Elf―entire body bloodied and bludgeoned―dropped in the river. Red stained the river. The blood was revolting, the iron stench making Rue feel sick.

Thorin made a grab for Rue from his position next to the portcullis. Dwalin snatched her barrel, pushing her along.

Shrieks hissed in the air.

Rue looked up.

And then wished she hadn't.

Nothing but Orcs lined the walls, battling flanks of Elves. They slaughtered each other, leaping, both guttural Orc noises and Elven battle cries plundering the air.

Rue wheezed. Quickly, she looked to the others for―she didn't know what she was looking for exactly. None of this had ever happened in the book. The company was supposed to flee and go to Lake-town. There wasn't supposed to be a battle. She swallowed hard. Yeah, there wasn't supposed to be recovering Dwarves, either. Rue stole glances at Fili and Gimli.

The Dwarves pooled around the portcullis, bobbing in their barrels, wood grazing against wood. Churn. Churn. There was a collection of shouts and the steady rise of voices.

Rue blinked. Damn. The Dwarves were panicking. If they were panicking, she was done for.

"We can't get out!" Dori. Rue found him within seconds. He was by Ori's barrel of course; pupils dilated and tone whiny. She gave him a double-take. How in the hell could she spot dilated pupils from this vantage point? Eh? Instinctively, Rue's hands curled into fists. What were they going to do?

More Orcs crawled above them. The memory of the spiders from the forest suddenly flooded Rue's head. Sweat pricked her forehead. It felt like―Rue inhaled sharply, winded―their luck had ran out. As though…this was the day, they were finally going to die.

She saw Kili's eyes avert to some place on the rocky shore. A split-second decision flashed in his orbs, an indication Kili was about to do something stupid. Then he started to shift through the water…

Oh, no.

Rue's heart jump-started, thundering as she made a grab for him. Kili swam relentlessly for shore, halfway out his barrel and attempting to climb when―

"KILI!"

Fili was pushing past Bifur and Bofur.

A scream was torn from Rue's throat.

THUD.

Azog landed on shore with a boom-half-thud. He was inches away from Kili. Only inches.

Kili stumbled back into the shallow end of the river, eyes big in fear. Rue couldn't help but remember the moment Kili had a seizure by the Gladden River. She felt the same tangible fear shoot up her spine in ice-cold shivers. Kili was going to die. No. Rue made another start for Kili. Balin seized her forearm, jerking her back. Never in her life did Rue think she might tell Balin, "Fuck you," but that was what she felt like doing.

Rue saw the words flash in her head from the book. Kili's death. Kili and Fili were supposed to die in the Battle of Five Armies, protecting Thorin. They couldn't die. Not here. Not ever.

Without warning, a monstrous roar ripped the air.

Thorin shot past Dwalin like a cannon ball, yanking Kili out the way, leaping on to shore.

There was an earsplitting clank as Thorin swung his sword forward―one of the swords Fili and Gimli had managed to snag during their own escapade.

Azog's mace met Thorin's sword. Orcs swarmed down the shore, up the walls, and past the shadow of trees like a pack of man-eating wolves, but all Rue could see were Thorin and Azog's battling forms.

Rue stiffened in her barrel, the hairs standing on the back of her neck. Grunts of anger resonated. Rue watched Thorin closely, scared shitless. What was he doing? She itched to scream his name in terror.

"Kili, no," Fili growled in his brother's ear, jerking him back in the water.

"But―but―but―" Kili sputtered in protest.

Rue tried to leap forward again.

CLUNK. CLANK.

Thorin ducked, the mace sweeping over the hairs on top of his head. Plunging his sword for Azog's only hand, Thorin made a battle cry worth an entire Dwarven army. The throng of Orcs were erect at once. The pale Orc faltered backwards, immediately drawing his arm back.

His only eye squinted in uncertainty, flickering back to Thorin and the river in indecision.

Thorin stepped even closer to Azog, visibly shaking in anger.

Watching the other Orcs forced Rue to notice a―she squinted―medieval lever of sorts, near the top of the wall. She blinked, looking from the portcullis to the lever in confusion―

It was a light bulb moment, hitting her hard. This was it. It was their chance to make a run for the medieval lever. Wait. That was what Kili had been trying to do…

Pulling that lever was their only way out of here.

There was a compendium of splashes. Rue craned her neck, eyes doubling in size as Nori swam for shore, his barrel long gone behind him.

"Nori!" Ori cried, trying to claw his way to the riverbank.

Dori blocked his youngest brother, looking on in horror, deathly pale. Nori raced past Azog, picking up smaller rocks and chucking them at Orcs attempting to block his path.

Thorin fought harder, planting his heels in the grass and on parts of rocks, begrudging against Azog's mammoth strength. If Orcrist weren't missing, Thorin would stand a better chance against the Big White Bitch. The realization tugged at her heartstrings. Thorin could die because he was battling a beast without Orcrist…

Rue desperately used her hands as paddles, making pitiful attempts to dodge Dwalin. She had to somehow help.

Nori vaulted over a dead Elf, ducking. Seconds later, an arrow plunged in his direction. Rue's heart palpitated like crazy. Come on, Nori.

He dove face first for the medieval lever. Urgent hands grasped for the wooden device. Growling in frustrating, Nori pulled and pulled until―

Crrreak.

Rue jolted. The portcullis was actually moving.

"Hurry, Nori!" Dori bellowed.

Some of the Dwarves swam closer to the portcullis in preparation. Nori yanked the lever again, kicking at an Orc too close for comfort. The gate creaked open even more, the rapid flood of the river pouring out the cracks.

Thorin spun around, bringing his sword to meet the mace again. There was a deafening crash, Thorin using his Dwarven strength to plummet the mace downwards, his sword on top as he held the other weapon down.

Nori made the final pull.

The gate burst open.

Everything happened at once. Dwalin lunged forward, dragging Thorin by his legs and forcing him back into the river. Rue tried to swim against the tide, hands uselessly reaching for rock.

Nori was running for the river, shoving Orcs out the way and evading sword points by centimeters. Rue felt nauseated. This wasn't happening. Her world was topsy-turvy. Leaping waters and protruding rocks in every nook and cranny of her path.

Azog bellowed, attempting to thwart Nori's path. Nori stopped, mouth open in dismay.

All of a sudden, there was a terrible cry of pain as something small―what appeared to be a rock?―flew at Azog. The rock struck him in his only eye. His one hand traveled to his one eye in shock. Azog was dumbstruck, mouth parted. Nori took his chance. He darted past Azog, jumping into the river and swimming for his barrel.

What in the heck was that? The last thing Rue saw was Ori with his slingshot poised, aimed at the river shore―at Azog―before hurtling down the river.

Frothy water crashed against Rue's barrel. For several seconds, she couldn't see a damn thing. She could only feel the water soaking her skin, panic setting in, heart racing violently. Thump. Thump.

More water danced around her barrel, impeding Rue's line of vision. She shaded her forehead with one hand; Rue's other hand holding onto the barrel for dear life. Edges of barrels roared down the river. There were so many, the water bumping and rushing―

"AHH!" Rue squeaked as her barrel missed a jagged rock by mere centimeters.

Barrels flew through the gates one at a time. A split-second passed of Rue watching barrels ahead dip below before―

"AHHH!" She was squeaking―more like screaming, fingers squeezing the barrel. Her barrel soared down the dip, stomach dropping out from underneath her feet. For a few moments, all Rue could feel was nothing. Her entire body was numb, the only thing making any sense the fear jolting her heart.

It was over quick, the barrel landing back into the water with a thunderous splash.

Rue's breathing fastened, the rushing river making sight impossible again. Water got in her nose and inside parts of her mouth. Rue's eyes were stinging. Damn. Clumsily, she wiped at her eyes. Being incapable of seeing left her paralyzed in fear.

Bellows sounded all over the place―from the river to the rocky shore. Grating grunts from the Orcs made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Rue looked up, spotting three Orcs hopping over the wall, meeting more Elves.

Even more Elves came out of nowhere, battle ready, greeting the Orcs with their swords, bows and arrows, and fists. It was the first time since Rue had been in Middle-earth that she felt genuine admiration for Elves. Usually, they felt too unattainable―otherworldly to the point of being an alien of an existence. But today they were fierce, admirable.

Going down the river in barrels in the book had never been like this. Rue panted urgently, grabbing ahold of the closest barrel, which happened to be Bofur's. She saw bits and pieces of his hat through spurts of water. Damn. Another thing had changed. Orcs and Elves had never been in any battle when the company had been escaping. She was in denial. Repeating the events in her head wasn't going to save them.

A bigger wave of water rocked against the last of the barrels. Her barrel jumped a little in violent retort. Rue squealed, water soaking her hair and cloak. Fingers clawing at her backpack straps, she pulled them down to tighten it against her back. Last thing she needed was for her backpack to float down the river…

"THORIN!"

Rue tensed, finding the source of the voice―Nori. He had Bilbo now, gazing at Thorin. Long dark, wet hair whipped fast as Thorin turned his head to look at Nori.

And then that was when Rue spotted the Orc.

Nori tossed something―a branch?―at Thorin. He caught it, swinging the branch left as―

An earsplitting crack ricocheted as the Orc was smacked in the face. It went down in the river fast, Dwalin snatching the Orc's strangely curved sword before gravity took its final toll.

Suddenly, there was a chain reaction of sorts. More Orcs came flying from the treetops and the shore, getting bludgeoned by swords and branches.

The Dwarves started collecting weapons like kids collected Easter eggs during Easter. Rue saw flashes of silver being tossed here and there―to the right and left. Hands flew up, catching hilts and swinging blades.

Rue shrieked in horror, ducking as an Orc flew overhead, gut meeting a blade. It fell in the river, carried faster downstream than she was being carried―dead. Black slowly began to pool the river. Orc blood. Rue reached for her stomach, retching. Nothing came up. She retched some more. The stench was ghastly, Orc blood making Rue think of tar, but the smell reminding her of rotten milk.

She blinked. What had just happened? For the millionth time in a ten-minute span, she was asking herself that question.

Without warning, different pairs of legs soared above her head. First thing, she noticed were the shape of these legs. They were Elf legs.

Rue squinted up, breaths suddenly ragged. Elves jumped in the treetops, chasing after them in the river while battling Orcs at the same time. Orcs scattered across the shore, racing and grunting like animals. They practically were animals. Rue wasn't sure if she should feel guilty about her comment. Azog's grisly face flickered in her mind's eye. Nope. No guilt at all.

Arrows plunged into Orcs, bringing them down on the riverbank like flies dropping.

All of a sudden, Elves were arriving on the wall again and on shore, notching more arrows. It was like The Last of the Mohicans. Did that even make sense?

Rue screeched; ducking as one arrow bolted right past her ear. The soft, eerie hiss of the weapon echoed in her ear long after it had penetrated one Orc. Goose bumps crawled up her arms. Damn. Rue sucked in a breath. Damn. River water splashed her face, but it was like she could feel nothing. All she could feel was the arrow's hiss…

Rue's body swayed left and right, her barrel gliding past small grooves of rocks. Closely, Rue watched the other barrels, heart thumping like crazy. Bifur's barrel skidded past a rock by mere inches. Thorin hacked at Orcs leaping out trees. Coldness pricked at her body. Dwalin sucker punched an Orc that landed too close. Pairs of grotesque hands were wrapped around Ori's throat as an Orc choked him from behind. Nori stabbed the beast in the back, absolute fury etched on his face.

For a moment, it was as if this was somebody else's life. Rue might as well have been watching something on the AMC channel. Was this a strange version of The Walking Dead? Were the Orcs actually zombies in awful disguise? She shook her head. Rue didn't know. She didn't know anything.

Sudden shouts in the Orc language boomed.

Rue's mental paradise faded, reality seeping in. She gazed at the shore, following the bellows to discover―

Azog sprinted past shrubs, dodging two rocks, pointing at the wall where―Rue blinked, eyes bugging out―Tauriel battled two Orcs by herself. She didn't have to understand the filthy Orc language to comprehend what was happening: Tauriel was the enemy's target.

All the Orcs ran for her. Some arrived from the treetops while others continued scaling the wall. Rue pawed at the water that had gotten on her face. What had she done? She had betrayed some―odd acquaintance or possibly friendship?―to escape. Rue was…lower than the dirt.

Tauriel whirled around, long, red hair flowing as she stabbed two Orcs in their throats with a sword. She kicked at another Orc, nimble fingers reaching for an arrow to notch. Quickly, she snatched the arrow from her quiver, spinning and impaling an Orc in the head with the arrowhead before going to notch it.

In less than five seconds, she let the arrow go. The arrow sliced through an Orc's shoulder that had attempted to hop from one tree to another.

Rue looked to the wall and back to the river, eyes wildly whipping back and forth in terror. Dwalin, Thorin, and Balin battled one Orc, unexpectedly passing axes to each other. Where had the axes come from? Rue guessed they had pilfered them off Orc corpses when she had been watching Tauriel.

There was a flip in her stomach. Rue grasped at the barrel, bracing for an attack as her eyes met bark. Up ahead, there was a fallen tree trunk granting a meeting place for both sides of the shore.

And on the trunk stood a line of Orcs. Of course.

Rue readied for it, hands clenching into fists. If she had to give them a 209 ass whooping, then so be it.

Rue gasped. Thorin's barrel was going to be first to go under the trunk―

His barrel neared the bark―

But he was ready.

Thorin grunted in anger, raising his axe and sending the blade cracking against the trunk. A halfway split formed in the bark. A second later, Dwalin was floating underneath the trunk, bringing his own axe up and―

CREEEEEAK

Dwalin finished hacking at the split, the trunk falling in two pieces, Orc bodies plunging in the rushing waters.

Triumphant hollers boomed. Rue gave a short-lived whoop, jerking back as her barrel hit an Orc head. Bad time to celebrate.

Up ahead, Rue could see nothing but more river. The wild surfs sent her heart skyrocketing. If someone fell out their barrel, they could die. Or Bilbo…he was hanging off the side of Nori's barrel. Not to mention there were still bloodthirsty Orcs lurking everywhere. Awful combination. Impossible odds.

She remembered when they had escaped the Misty Mountains by going down a rushing river. Somehow, they had made it through that catastrophe.

Water soaked her left ear, leaving the shell of her ear wet and plugged. Not too far from her, Rue saw winks of silver being passed from barrel to barrel. Quickly, she realized Kili and Fili were passing blades around.

Fili was dangerously close to the shore, nearing an Orc―

WHAM.

The death seemed quick and painless. Fili had thrown the blade as if he was Clove from The Hunger Games, the blade spinning a few times in mid-air before meeting the Orc's head. The creature collapsed face down, black blood spurting everywhere. The smell of rotting milk reeked. Rue gagged.

Water splattered her face for the millionth time. At once, her barrel was spinning with the tide. She had vague recollections of riding county fair rides, sitting in the tilt-a-whirl and spinning, laughing until she was red in the face. But this wasn't funny.

Rue spun and spun―

She caught glimpses of Legolas battling countless Orcs. Was that Legolas? Rue made a complete spin, confirming her suspicions as he came in complete view. Yep, that most certainly was the prince of the Woodland Realm. Halfheartedly, she wished Legolas had actually caught her. Then maybe they wouldn't be in this mess? Yeah, right. It was all her fault. Thorin punched one Orc that got too close. Rue winced.

Bilbo dangled from his fingertips from Nori's barrel, yelling in panic before Nori yanked him closer again.

The plan had been a bust.

Arrows zoomed. Legolas leapt onto a rock, kicking one Orc in the gut while stabbing another. Tauriel snatched up an Orc from behind, breaking its neck. What had Rue done? Bifur shoved an Orc off Bombur's barrel. Every second, every moment she turned to look at her Dwarves and the Elves, someone was almost dying.

She had to put this to a stop. Out of desperation, Rue attempted to claw her way to shore. Her barrel kept floating along, rotating clockwise and then counter-clockwise. Her hand flew out to no avail.

Realizing there wasn't much she could do, Rue nearly doubled-over in her barrel. She choked. And then coughed a lungful of painful breaths.

They continued down the river, swerving left and right, dodging rocks out of sheer luck. Frantically, her eyes darted from Bilbo's dangling form to Gimli, Fili, Kili, Nori, Dwalin, and finally…Thorin.

The rest of the company was fortunate enough to be away from shore while the others floated along the outer edges of their bobbing circle. Orcs still scavenged both sides of the river, like roguish vultures.

Arrows flew from both sides, hacking at the Orcs. But when the Orcs died, it seemed like―Rue swallowed hard―there was always more to replace them.

Rue stiffened, trembling. Legolas sprinted down the riverbank, leaping over rocks and shooting countless Orcs with his arrows. He continued watching them go down the river, relentlessly chasing after their chain of barrels. The cluster of Orcs did one good thing: they provided a distraction for the Elves.

Legolas skidded to a halt on the grass, watching them with big eyes.

Out of nowhere, a large silhouette crept behind Legolas…

It took Rue three seconds to realize what in the hell the silhouette was. One second. She lifted her arm. Two seconds. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, her breaths withered as she pointed. Three seconds.

Rue shrieked, "Behind you!"

Legolas wasn't fast enough, notching an arrow and whirling around to find―

Azog the Defiler started to descend upon him―

A grunt echoed.

In a flash, Thorin was chucking one of the Orc blades with the force of five humans. The blade twisted, flying―

The blade's hilt struck Azog in the forehead, the force sending the beast backwards. He landed on his back, bellowing. Legolas kept his arrow notched, training the arrowhead on the Big White Bitch.

Rue blinked. What had just happened? She wasn't sure which was more shocking: the fact that Thorin had saved Legolas's life or the realization that Azog had evaded death by a damn hilt.

A freaking hilt. That was all Rue could ponder over as they went down the river. A hilt had saved Azog. Why was he saved out of all creatures in Middle-earth?

Nothing but leaping waters, plucky Dwarves, and rocky terrain met her eyes for what felt like forever. Rue anchored her neck to the left and right, trying to steal glances at Azog. The river was too darn fast, the water hauling their barrels along a bend before Rue could even blink.

The last she saw of Azog was him attempting to stand, with both Tauriel and Legolas cornering him now.

Measly minutes passed of Orcs coasting down both sides of the river shore in futile attempts to catch up with them. Rue's hand remained closed, knuckle twitching in readiness. Thorin kept his sword out, eyes darting from one side of the shore to the other while shouting for the Dwarves to stay together. Rue wasn't exactly sure how they were supposed to control staying together in rushing waters.

Soon enough, the Orcs fell behind…

Rue couldn't pinpoint when the Orcs had fallen behind, since the jarring river was a monstrous distraction in itself, but it felt alleviating to only have to worry about drowning instead of drowning and being hacked to pieces. The irony in the sentence, eh?

The water pushed and prodded them along, becoming gentler the farther they got from the Elvenking's Halls.

Eventually, the water eased until―

They were just floating along, reaching shallower ends. The sound of pounding water had died altogether, replaced by uncanny stillness. The only noise in the air was the grunts, groans, and small talk between Dwarves.

Rue heard Bilbo murmuring to Nori about something.

"Ori, are you injured?" Dori asked his brother, struggling to climb out his barrel.

"I am uninjured," Ori muttered, one hand on a rock to keep himself from continuously drifting down the river.

Rue rocked back and forth in her barrel, trying to get out. Dori had started a chain reaction. Everybody had stopped at once, now trying to head for shore, spilling out their barrels.

Bilbo made it to shore first, crawling his way through the shallow end and―

"I cannot―" Bilbo tossed himself on the sandy riverbank, back down, panting― "I cannot believe we are still alive."

Cheekily, Kili grinned. Gloin helped Gimli out his barrel, tugging his son close to him in a gruff hug. The sight warmed Rue's heart. Maybe she had done something right after all? Not even ten minutes ago, she thought she'd been the company's kryptonite.

Instinctively, Rue started to search for Thorin's form, shivering from the cold or from the implication of seeing him all wet and se―

"Hold onto me."

Abruptly, Thorin was standing in front of her, water wallowing around his thick waist. His arms were outstretched toward her, eyes attentively roving her body. Thorin was checking for injury.

With trembling arms, Rue reached for Thorin's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" she sputtered. "I didn't know Orcs were going to show up. Gosh. Crap. That was scary. But uh―" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he gripped her waist― "Um…um…at least Azog was on the ground the last we saw him."

Having him so close to her again soothed all her fears. Rue clung onto Thorin as he pulled her up. Lamely, she buried her head in his neck. Damn. She truly had believed they would be stuck in the Elvenking's Halls forever.

The crazy realization that they were free was still sinking in her head. Rue tightened her grip on Thorin, landing in wades of water with a small splash.

She shook her head, gaze on the water. "I would've never initiated the plan if I knew the Orcs were―" Rue swallowed hard― "Out here."

Rue felt like an overemotional mess, remembering the look on Thranduil's face when he realized she had tricked him. She remembered the betrayal on Tauriel's face. She felt hideous all over again.

Thorin's hands clenched at Rue's waist, pulling her body closer to his, not stopping until they were chest-to-chest. His ragged breaths dowsed the air, the sound of his voice putting every one of Rue's nerves on edge in a good way. Drinking in the sight of his soaked form, she noticed how the top of his tunic was opened a smidge, revealing peeks of hairy chest. Wisps of water dripped off the ends of his long, dark hair. The feel of his strong hands on her waist had Rue quivering. Get it together, girl.

"How did you do it, Rue?"

She could only offer silence, too anxious and nervous to come up with a comprehensive answer. What was Thorin doing to her?

"Rue―" His voice dropped to a throaty whisper― "P―look at me."

Timidly, she met his eyes. A small, sad smile crept up her lips.

Thorin shook his head, bringing one of his hands to her hair. He smoothed down strands of unruly, non-wet hair. Oh, wow.

He leaned closer, hot breath grazing her lips and quietly asked again, "Please answer me."

Rue nodded, grinning when the ridiculousness of her plan etched her brain. Really? Her plan had really worked. It was too good to be true.

She blinked once, smiling openly now. "Uh…well…it started with tricking Tauriel and having to see Thranduil naked." Rue barked a laugh, recalling Thranduil's white backside before―

Oh. Crap. Thorin's hands had tightened on her, eyes savage as he scowled. He looked ready to murder just about anyone…

"What?" he growled.


Author's Note: I wanted to end this on a funnier note since the next chapter is about to get really, really serious. I'm hoping you guys don't hate me? The next update might take a tad longer to post than this one. So far, chapter thirty has been easy to write, but I really want to get the "moment" right. Hope you guys understand my hints? Anyway, I'm sick and it seems to be getting in the way of my writing. Just editing this chapter, I was coughing like crazy, losing my train of thought. Let's hope I get better soon and life calms down even more so I can get chapter thirty rolling. Follow me on Tumblr, pearlprimrose, for any update news or if you like my swag and just want to follow me 8) Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter. Really hoping I did a decent job with the action. I would've added more, but I felt like a shorter chapter was a must at this point. Oh, and before I forget. I know in DOS, it's Bolg who is the leader of the Orcs hunting the company, but I wanted to change it. I felt taking away any Azog and Thorin interaction completely undermines the climax of the first film, and so felt just in making their feud even more intense. Or I hope you guys interpret it as that way :p

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