I reassured Dwalin I was okay when I walked with the company to the grounds. The company looked over at their resident elf. I adjusted my blades, "I am fine. I want to kill as many orcs as I can. For my sister and to prevent the future."

Dwalin stayed close to my side. I tried to ignore the pain shooting through my shoulder. I smirked, "Let's make this into a contest, melleth."

Dwalin tilted his head towards me as to listen what proposition I have to offer. I propositioned, "Whoever gets the most orc kills wins. The reward is still on the table."

Dwalin raised his axes, "Deal."

The company of dwarves and elf ran out of the gates to help any ally in need against the orcs once the bell broke down the stone wall.


I mentally counted the orc kills I managed. 65. My daggers crossed against an orc's throat slicing its skin. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I saw Dwalin on a ram running towards a hill. I called out, "Dwalin!"

I started running leaping ontop orcs' heads to get there faster. I hopped onto the ram grabbing hold of Dwalin's waist. I called out to him, "It's going to happen, Dwalin. This is where it happens!"

Dwalin glanced behind at his One before nodding. It was now on him as well to protect his old friend and his nephews. The rams climbed up the mountain. I moved my daggers killing the orc soldiers around us. I leaped off the ram ramming my daggers into an orc. I stayed close to the royals. Dwalin caught up after dealing with some orcs. Dwalin looked at his One ignoring the trio of royals, "What is your plan?"

Thorin looked between the two, "Plan? What are you two talking about?"

I licked my lips. I never told the subjects of my visions what happen if it happens to be their deaths. I turned to Dwalin, "Stay with the princes. Do not leave them and do not separate. Please."

I turned my attention to Thorin, "Orcs will be coming from the north as well. And for the love of the Durin line you will not send these boys to their deaths."

Thorin stepped closer to me, "Are you saying-."

A cry from a bunch of orcs coming towards us. We slaughtered them in no time as Thorin didn't call his nephews to go search the levels. Once the slaughter was finished, Thorin turned to me, "Are you saying my nephews will reach their deaths? Tell me, see-er!"

I looked at Thorin and his nephews. His nephews looked slightly scared knowing it is the possibility. I answered, "Not if I cannot help either of your deaths."

Thorin gestured to himself. A call come from our right, "Thorin!"

The hobbit breathed hard, "The orcs are coming from the north."

Thorin answered, "I know."

Bilbo looked at me then nodded knowing where he got the information. I turned to Thorin, "Fili, Kili and Dwalin-."

"Is that my beloved scarred witch I hear?"

I hissed at the pain in my shoulder. Dwalin grabbed my hand pulling me to him, "Be careful. We have bairns to have."

A slight twitch of my lips went upward. I pressed my lips on his. The pale orc spoke, "You found a lover, you witch."

I hissed feeling the pain shoot up my arm as I pulled away from Dwalin. The orcs started their path to the dwarves. The four looked between the husband and wife. Kili dared to ask, "Are you expecting?"

I winked as I placed my dagger in an orc's stomach, "Not yet."

Thorin looked at his old friend with raised eyebrows. With more orcs coming, the dwarves and hobbit busted into action. I looked up seeing the pale orc running. I called out, "Stay together! Have the orcs come to you!"

The dwarves and hobbit grunted as they fought on. It didn't take long for Bolg to join the forces of other orcs.


I breathed out when I saw Thorin having a standoff with Azog. I called out, "Azog!"

The two males turned towards me. Azog snarled, "Marred witch."

I refused to let out a cry due to the pain. I adjusted my daggers in my hands, "My life for his."

Thorin called out," No!"

I didn't break eye contact with Azog, "My life for his or I will end my life here right now."

Azog hunted for this elf for hundreds of years. He took his first pleasure in beating the elf to unconsciousness when his father had her and her sister. He was very young but he enjoyed every second of it. Azog the defiler rather have the life of the marred witch than take the life of a mere dwarf who took his arm. Thorin stood in between Azog and I holding his arms wide, "You will not get her."

I did the only thing I could think of to render the king under the mountain and that's putting my dagger through his thigh. He will not bleed out from it. Thorin groaned in pain. I whispered, "I'm sorry but I will not have you die. You have a kingdom to run. Tell Dwalin I'm sorry."

I placed my other dagger in Thorin's calf. He really wouldn't be able to move. He dropped his orcist which I grabbed. Azog met Thorin's blade pushing down. I grunted pushing my strength into my blade. The two of us switched attacks back and forth. My blade came close to his face and it cut his cheek. His blood started to drip from the cut. He stopped to touch his cheek. His blood stained his fingers. He snarled lunging towards me. I tumbled out of the way. His blade sliced at the ice. I moved to thrust my blade upward but Azog moved to the side. The blade of his arm slashed forward to me but I blocked it with my own. Azog growled, "You will kneel before me, witch. I am your owner."

I was about to move out of the way from his blade but it was too late. I felt his blade slice my stomach. Enough to bleed through my tunic. Thorin called out, "NO!"

I took the moment of his 'victorious' smirk for his 'victory' to cause harm to me to plunge Thorin's blade in Azog's middle. The pale orc looked down at the blade as I twisted it to ruin his organs. I could feel the warmth of my blood run down my front. I really have no idea if I would survive the slice. A deep pained yell caught my attention, "NO! MIRIEL!"

My body feels tired. An enraged cry came from my One's lips as he ran to the dying Azog. He brought his axe down causing the force from it pull the orc off of my blade. Dwalin watched his axe tore through Azog's neck. He felt satisfied for bringing the death to the pale orc. Thorin urged his legs to move forward but he found it really difficult. The adrenaline left his bones. Dwalin dropped his aces catching his One in his arms. Bilbo and the two princes caught up to the rushed dwarf. Their eyes widened at the sight. The bloodied sight. Fili and Kili immediately went to their uncle to help him up. They didn't dare pulling out the elf's daggers as it could have Thorin bleed more than he already is. Bilbo breathed out, "Miriel."

I smiled up at Dwalin but with my smile showed red tint due to blood. Dwalin brought his One to the ground. He moved my blood and dirt stained silver hair away from my face. Footsteps rushed up the hill. The royal line of Durin and Bilbo looked over to the rushed footsteps. Five elves arrived. Two were related to the hurt elf. Three hail from Mirkwood. Dwalin kept his hand pressed against my wound. Dwalin, "Armarline yer not goin' anywhere."

I licked my chapped lips, "I saved them. You have the rightful king."

Dwalin felt tears pricking his eyes. His voice started to break, "But... But I don't have my wife. My One with me."

His thick free hand cradled my face. I nuzzled into it. He spoke so softly I am sure I had to strain my ears to hear him, "We were supposed to have three bairns. What was it ye said they were to be?"

I could feel my back getting stiff from this position. I could feel my eyes getting heavy. Dwalin lightly gave me a shake to keep me awake. I answered slowly, "Two boys and a girl."

Those around them could feel the pain in my voice. They could see the pain. The elven king glanced in the distance when he heard a voice. A voice from none other Lady Galadriel. Thranduil looked behind him when he saw the wizard walk up the hill. The voice of the wizard gained some of the current company's attention, "Allow me to take her. She's getting weak as we speak."

Dwalin tightened his grasp and kept pressure on the wound, "No. Ye cannot take her away from me."

Gandalf frowned, "If you don't, she will surely die. She needs to be in the hands of healers."

Dwalin looked down at my stomach wound and thought over what the wizard said. Dwalin asked, "She's not dyin'?"

Gandalf leaned on his staff, "No, not yet. Please Master dwarf, let me take her."

Dwalin looked at Thorin who was standing there alive and well. Thorin gave a nod. Dwalin carefully picked up his wife. I felt the shift and lightly groaned. Dwalin shifted so my head rested on his shoulder and he was still able to press down on the wound. Red blood glistened between his fingers. The smell of soot and pine was the last things I smelt before drifting to sleep.