New laptop, who dis? Lol, yes! I am working on the laptop I fixed. I've had it for awhile but it never ran properly. The usual Dell I worked on is 15 lbs and very heavy to use for too long where as this one is 3lbs. So now that I fixed it to run properly I can write for longer periods of time. I usualy could rite for an hour before having to stop, today I wrote all day. Woohoo!
I will be hiding in a corner for what is written in this chapter. My problem is my sister is a reader and she lives only a few miles away. YEEK! Don't hate what I create. Everything will turn out okay in the end.
I first would like to announce that I used some of the actual lines from the book in this chapter. So those lines completely belong to the amazing and brilliant man who was J.R.R Tolkien, my hero.
So, without further ado, let's get on with the chapter.
Adaira's POV
I was pushed and pulled this way and that, my skin pinched and the nails of the goblins scratching along my exposed skin. I gritted my teeth, refusing to cry out and giving them the satisfaction. A deep hatred seethed inside me, which surprised me as I usually was not one to get angry. This situation was different though. These goblins sought only to destroy. They were dark, disgusting creatures. The goblin who had my father's dagger tipped out the contents of my bag and they all began to search through it before tearing the bag to pieces, shattering the glass containers, and dumping the herbs out. I growled under my breath as drums started to sound in the deep, ringing louder and louder around the cavern like I was at some sort of indie music festival. What hurt me the most was when the goblins tore my courting gift for Dwalin to shreds before stamping on the torn bits of fabric. They did same with my clothes and whatever else could be useful in my back. I watched sadly as my cloak, the last piece of clothing I had from home, was torn to shreds.
I knew that what happened next was partially up to me and thus, I chose to fight until my last breath. I was going to go down fighting, not whimpering and crying. I was one of the khazad, a darrowdam of Durin's line, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry out in pain. The goblins led me through the tunnels, and they seemed to grow excited. It was hard to see ahead of me with the goblins pulling at me, but when I looked up, I saw what they were excited about. A large pale Orc was standing in front of me about twenty paces or so. One of his arms was chopped off at the elbow and a twisted and bent piece of metal served as his hand.
"Azog," I breathed out under my breath as I realized who the purposefully scared Orc was. My father had never spoke much about him, but from what I knew now from Balin's story, this was undoubtedly the Orc who was determined to wipe out Durin's line.
The pale orc spoke then, his voice rich and guttural but his language sounding harsh and foreboding with every word he spoke. He addressed his words to the goblin who had stepped forward to greet him and then his eyes fell on me, roving over my body in a way that made me want to gag and shrivel away from his sight. I remembered his name then, Azog the Defiler. I would die before I let the beast touch me.
"Nalkroro doeukgu kaumn noav greeav alnej?" (Why does your King not greet me?) Azog demanded of the goblin who seemed to either be trembling in fear or in awe of the Orc.
"Khozds," (Dwarves) The goblin who acted as the leader spat before he pointed back at me. "Found them on the front porch. They killed the Great Goblin," The little goblin said to the ire of the goblins who pinched and scratched me anew.
"Khozds?" (Dwaves?) Azog asked sounding surprised and I guessed with how close the word was to Khazad which meant dwarf in our language that khozds meant dwarf in whatever language they were speaking. "Thrak avhe khozd avo alnej,"(Bring the dwarf to me) Azog said and I was jostled as I was tugged forward, pinched and pulled, and brought before Azog. In the middle of the commotion, I reached out as I "tripped" and grabbed my father's dagger off of the goblin who had stolen it from me, falling purposefully down and hiding the dagger in my boot as the goblins pulled me to my feet, pulling at my hair. Azog ordered the goblins away and I stood in front of him, my hands bound before me and I met his gaze. I forced myself not to shiver at the cold emptiness I found in his eyes as I gritted my teeth.
Azog stared at me long and hard before he leaned in towards me. He laughed as I leaned as far away from him as I could, a terrible sound and he reached out, grabbing me tightly around the shoulder with a bruising grip and he pulled me back towards him before he sniffed loudly. I grimaced as he did so and Azog grinned, showing me his teeth, which had been sharpened into little points like a shark.
"Ki nazdanish gastug," (You reek of fear) Azog said as he pulled back from me and stared me down in a move that was supposed to be threatening. The Orcs behind him scented the air before laughing. I got that obviously they smelt something. In my defense I hadn't bathed since Rivendell. Humor was all I could find to help alleviate my fear in this situation.
"Dude, you need a tic tac," I told Azog as I stood upright once more. His breath really did reek, smelling of rotting flesh and blood which nauseated me. The goblins and Azog stared at me, not understanding my words and the goblin seemed to repeat what I said to Azog in their language. Azog only laughed before speaking once more.
"Gorgu liwo nuav bolneg. Ki liwo ragsh ouav khurggu agh ushk auhem avo mausah doguk," (Your death will not be painless. I will tear out your bowels and feed them to my dogs) Azog told me in what I assumed was some threat given his tone and inflection and how he grinned and I might have been scared if one, I knew what he said, or two, I wasn't already fucked as it was.
Azog reached out then and touched my hair, almost caressing it and I pulled away frantically, disgusted that he had touched me, let alone touched my hair. Azog laughed before grabbing me violently by the hair and pulling me back to him. He looked me in the eyes, licking his lips before he leaned in once more and licked the side of my face. I shuddered then and cringed away from him making him, the other Orcs, and all of the goblins laugh, the sound echoing around the cavern. At least the drumming had stopped. It was giving me a headache.
"Nalkruska jiak kij finiukhun wiavh lat, lat liwo gujat for deaavh," (When I am finished with you, you will long for death) Azog told me before he let my hair slip through his fingers. Something caught his eye then and he grabbed onto my family braid before ripping the bead off of the end of it, pulling some of my hair with it which made me cry out before I stopped myself.
"Durin," Azog spat out in a highly accented voice before he roughly grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him once more, my eyes wide as he recognized the family I belonged to. His grip was bruising, and I knew it would leave a mark.
"Lat ayh hiuk, Torin unday Thrain-ob," (You are his, Thorin son of Thrain) Azog spat in my face and my heart clenched in fear. No, he would use me to hurt Thorin, to hurt the others. It was one thing if I died here, they wouldn't have to see it, but I knew Azog would make it public. He would make them watch, just as Thorin watched Azog cut off Thror's head.
"Najur liwo warruch gorgu," (He will watch your death) Azog said, smiling and without thinking, I spat him right in the face. He growled, letting me go and he reached forward, ripping the sleeve off my left arm and using the cloth to wipe his face before he back handed me, my head turning to the side with the force. I bit down on my lip and felt the skin spit and I looked back at him and glared, not giving him the satisfaction he sought. He shouted an order and two of the Orcs grabbed me and stuffed a bag over my head, leading me to my fate. Their first mistake was not checking me for weapons again.
The Company
"Five, six, seven, eight...Bifur, Bofur...that's ten...Fili, Kili...that's twelve...and Bombur that makes thirteen… And Adaira, fourteen," Gandalf counted accidentally counting Gloin twice, having only seen red hair. "Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!" Gandalf yelled as the dwarves stopped to collect their breath.
"Curse the halfling! Now he's lost?!" Dwalin asked, his mind still on his One, so consumed with getting to her that his body was trembling.
"I thought he was with Dori!" Gloin shouted as he looked to the dwarf.
"Don't blame me!" Dori defended himself as Gandalf looked between all of the dwarves.
"Well, where did you last see him?" Gandalf demanded and Nori stepped forward.
"I think I saw him slip away, when they first collared us," Nori told the wizard, clutching at a stitch in his side.
"What happened exactly? Tell me!" Gandalf shouted and Bilbo who was still invisible, caught up to the rest of the group then. All he could see before him were ridges and slopes falling towards lowlands and plains which he could glimpse occasionally through the trees. He could see right away that they had gotten through the Misty Mountains entirely and were in the land beyond them. While this was a lucky thing, they had all lost much in the tunnels. Bilbo hid behind a tree as Thorin spoke, stopping short of joining them as he wondered what Thorin had to say or if he cared at all that he was not with them.
"I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again. He is long gone," Thorin told the wizard, Bilbo hearing everything he said. He leaned against the tree as he pondered what he has just heard, the dwarves looking at each other. He could prove Thorin right and leave right then and there and say enough was enough, or he could prove Thorin wrong and rejoin the Company.
"No, he isn't," Bilbo said, taking the ring off his finger as he stepped out from behind the tree. The dwarves looked up in shock and relief at his return.
"Bilbo Baggins! I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life!" Gandalf told the hobbit, laughing as he spoke, and Bilbo strode forward into the group and he pat Balin affectionately on the shoulder.
"Bilbo, we'd given you up!" Kili said in joy, a smile beaming on his face.
"Well, it is the first time even a mouse has crept along carefully and quietly under my very nose and not been spotted," Balin said as he looked at Bilbo in shock. "and I take off my hood to you," He added before doing so. "Balin at your service."
"Your servant, Mr. Baggins," Bilbo told him with a slight bow of his head as he stuck his fingers into the pockets of his waistcoat.
"How on earth did you get past the Goblins?!" Fili asked him in amazement.
"How, indeed," Dwalin muttered from beside Thorin and there was a long awkward silence as Bilbo tried to think what to say. In the end, he gave a nervous laugh and put his hands on his hips. Gandalf was the only one to notice Bilbo sliding something into his waistcoat pocket as Bilbo pocketed the ring once more.
"Well, what does it matter? He's back! And as I have said before, Mr. Baggins has more about him than you guess," Gandalf said looking a bit perturbed but trying to alleviate the tension.
"It matters!" Thorin told the wizard before turning to look at Bilbo. "I want to know: why did you come back?" Thorin asked Bilbo more softly, realizing he had been quiet wrong about the Hobbit and there was a short pause as Bilbo looked back at Thorin, meeting his gaze.
"Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have," Bilbo told Thorin as the others watched their exchange. "And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden," Bilbo told Thorin, thinking fondly about his home for a moment before he met Thorin's eyes once more. "See, that's where I belong. That's home," Bilbo told Thorin, answering his question of where he belonged. "And that's why I came back, cause you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can," Bilbo told Thorin firmly and Thorin looked down before meeting Bilbo's eyes once more. After Bilbo spoke, there was silence as the dwarves thought about what Bilbo said and Gandalf smiled slightly, happy that Bilbo had changed so much and for the better. Looking around at each of the dwarves, Bilbo noticed a missing face.
"Where's Adaira?" Bilbo asked, frowning in concern and Dwalin nodded as the wizard recounted the dwarves.
"Where is she?" Gandalf demanded finally meeting Dwalin's stricken face.
"I saw her for but a moment in the caves. First while we were falling, she fell down another tunnel than us. Then she was above us, shot that great ugly goblin in the maw too," Dwalin said before turning back towards the cave they had come out of. "Thorin we have to go back in," Dwalin said as he readied his axes.
"We barely made it out as it was," Nori told Dwalin who growled as he turned his anger on to him.
"I'm not leaving her," Dwalin said seething in anger and Thorin held him back as he made to run off.
"No, we won't leave her, but we must be smart about this. There are too many of them to take on alone," Thorin told Dwalin who shrugged him off.
"She is MY One and I left her. We all left her. I'm going and getting her back and if any of you try to stop me, I'll kill yah where yeh stand," Dwalin told the dwarves, his battle rage clouding his mind. They looked at him in shock at his words and as he started to walk away, Balin stopped him.
"Nadad," Balin called and Dwalin thankfully stopped. "Think about this, please. Adaira wouldn't want you to go in after her and get yourself killed as well," Balin told his brother, trying to appeal to reason.
"What kind of dwarf am I if I canna even protect my One?" Dwalin demanded of his brother who sighed deeply.
"Thorin is right Master Dwalin, going back in would be suicide. Adaira may be on her own, but she is a smart woman. We must be getting on at once, now that we are a little rested, and think of what we might do for her. The goblins will be out for us in hundreds when night comes on and already the shadows lengthen. It was not past noon when you entered those tunnels. The goblins can smell our footsteps for hours and hours after we have passed. There will be a bit of moon, if it keeps up fine, and that is lucky. Not that they mind the moon much, but it will give us a little light to steer by," Gandalf informed them and Dwalin growled once more and turned back to the mountain just as a loud drumming reached their ears.
Everyone looked in the direction of the mountain entrance they had run out of and goblins began streaming from the mountain. Tat was when Thorin and the others noticed the pale orc upon a monstrous white Warg, Warg riders beside him at the top of the mountain. The white orc, bigger than the rest and twice as ugly, spoke in the harsh language of Orcs before he swung his mace forward, and several of his Wargs that were without riders leapt forward and raced down the mountain after the Company, howling.
"Out of the frying pan...," Thorin said as he looked up at the Wargs in horror.
"...and into the fire!" Gandalf finished before he started to run. "Run! RUN!" He ordered to the dwarves who began running down the mountain as fast as they could, jumping down rocks and helping each other where necessary.
The Wargs followed them at a rapid pace, quickly gaining on them and soon the foremost Warg caught up to the group and leapt at Bilbo who ducked behind a rock, squeaking out in fear as the Warg's jaws snapped in the air over his head. The Warg landed in front of him, skidding to a stop with its claws and growling. Bilbo went to run but found his way of escape was blocked and he backed away, a look of fear on his face as the Warg charged at him.
Bilbo pulled out his sword just in time and the charging Warg impaled itself in the head on his sword, pushing him into a tree as Bilbo's eyes remained wide in fear and shock. The Warg fell down, dead and Bilbo's sword was pulled from his hands, still impaled in the Warg's head. Bilbo looked on in surprise and froze in shock as a few more Wargs caught up to the fleeing dwarves. Dwalin took out his anger on them, burying his axe in the Wargs over and over again and not feeling any better from the action. While Thorin quickly slayed a Warg beside him with Orcrist to save a running Balin that the Warg had lept at and Ori hit an Orc behind him with a backward swing of Bofur's hammer which the dwarf had tossed to him.
The Company reached a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it and stopped short before they could fall over the edge, the moon glowing white above them. With no way further to go, but straight down over the long drop, they were completely trapped and the Wargs nearly upon them.
"Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!" Gandalf shouted to the dwarves, as he ran towards one of the trees at the edge of the outcropping. Bilbo finally unfroze then and began to run forward before remembering that his sword was still embedded in the Warg's head and he doubled back for it.
Bifur threw an axe, killing a Warg which was approaching him and Bofur jumped off a rock and grabbed a tree branch, using Dwalin's head as a steppingstone to pull himself up into tree. The other dwarves began climbing into the trees as well and Bilbo tried to pull his sword out of the dead Warg's head, but it was stuck firmly. He continued to pull and Thorin who had yet to climb, looked back to the Wargs who were dangerously close.
"They're coming!" Thorin shouted in warning, urging the dwarves to climb faster and Gandalf climbed to the top of the furthest tree. Dwalin boosted Balin up and Fili and Kili helped each other as they climbed quickly up into the trees. Thorin was next to climb, Bombur having the most trouble as he grabbed onto a branch and managed to lift his lower half up so his legs were also wrapped around the very low branch.
The Wargs and Warg Riders approached, and it was then that Bilbo finally managed to pull his sword out of the Warg's head, he turned around trying to find the dwarves before spotting them in the trees above. When he turned around at a Warg's howl, he saw several Wargs charging at him and he quickly ran and clambered up a tree as the Wargs rushed below him. Dozens of Wargs circled the trees in which the Company members were perched, and Gandalf reached out with his staff and picked up a moth sitting in the same tree as him. He brought the moth close to his face and whispered to it before he blew on the moth gently, causing it to flutter away.
The Wargs ceased their growling and turned as the White Warg, with the white Orc upon it's back approached slowly. Thorin turned as the leader of the Orcs approached and he pushed a branch filled with pine needles out of his way, his mouth falling open in shock as he identified the Orc.
"Azog?!" Thorin managed to get out and as his White Warg growled, Azog stroked it.
"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?"( Do you smell it? The scent of fear?) Azog ominously said as he leaned forward, his Warg growling as he sniffed deeply and sat back on his Warg. "Ganzilig i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Thrain ob," (I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.) He continued and Thorin was stricken with pain and grief as he realized that Azog had most likely killed his father.
"It cannot be," Thorin breathed out in horror as he shook his head slightly. Azog continued speaking then.
"Lat broavhas wauk no differenav. (Your brother was no different )Durin'uk jiak have avaukavun avheir gijak,"(Durin's I have tasted your blood.) Azog said, smiling widely and showing his teeth which had been filed into points. "Torag avhe khozd," (Bring the dwarf) He continued, and he gestured behind him with his mace before pointing it forward.
Two Orcs brought forth a small figure, a sack thrown over their head at Azog's command. Dwalin started at that, his heart breaking as the sack was ripped of the figure's head, bright red hair shining under the moon light streamed down the figure's back, there was no mistaking who it was. Azog laughed as Adaira was brought to him and as they stopped next to him, Adaria screwed up her face before she spat at Azog, a mixture of blood and spit. She smiled then, her mouth stained with blood and a cut on her lip, looking battered and bruised, her clothes ripped and slashed and her tunic falling off one arm, nearly exposing her unbound breasts. Despite this, Adaira stood firm, even as Azog back handed her with his metal hand, three scratches welling up with blood on her face. Azog dismounted his Warg then, grabbing Adaira roughly.
"Adaira!" Dwalin shouted and she looked up, meeting his eyes even from their distance apart. Dwalin was comforted by the fire in her eyes. She was bristling with anger and still fighting which gave him hope.
The goblins came then in droves, shrieking and clamoring as they came down the mountain. Azog smiled once more as he looked up at the Dwarves stuck up high in the trees and he pulled out a nasty looking blade. The handle was made of bone, the blade rusted, and he grabbed Adaira then roughly by the neck. She yelped slightly and Dwalin began fighting to get down, everyone ready to fight for her and yelling out in anger. It happened all too quickly then, Azog let go of her neck and grabbed Adaira by the hair, yanking and making her cry out once more before he took his blade, dangerously sharp and set it to her hair.
He held up the long red hair and roared as Adaira fell to her knees, too numb to think and the Company stared in shock at what had just happened. Azog took the braids from the bunch of hair and placed them in his belt before dumping the hair onto the ground like it was trash at Adaira's feet. Adaria reached up with bound hands and felt her shorn head, the hair uneven and no longer than an inch or two, her waist length hair gone in an instant. Azog spoke to his Wargs and Riders then, a smile on his face.
"Kod, Toragid biriz." (That one is mine.) Azog said as he pointed to Thorin. "Worori da!" (Kill the others!) He ordered and at his command, the Wargs leapt forward and tried to climb the trees. They jumped as high as they could, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shook violently at the assault, and the dwarves struggled to hold on. "Sho gad adol!" (Drink their blood!) Azog shouted before he pulled Adaira to her feet, holding her against him and licking the blood from her face as she grimaced in disgust.
With the weight of the Wargs trying to climb up, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves were in, got uprooted from the ground and began leaning wildly. As more Wargs grabbed onto it, the tree tipped over and landed on the next tree. The dwarves and Bilbo jumped from the falling tree to the next, barely managing to grab on and with the added weight, this tree also tipped over, and like dominoes all the trees began falling over. All the dwarves, along with Bilbo, and Gandalf managed to jump onto the last tree, on the very edge of the cliff and thankfully this tree did not fall over.
Azog laughed at their plight and Adaira got an idea. It would be difficult, but she could manage. Up in the trees, Gandalf looked around in desperation before he spied a pinecone. He grabbed it and used his staff to set the pinecone on fire before he threw it down amidst the Wargs who retreated in fear of the fire, the goblins retreating too. Azog was startled and angry at the unexpected resistance and Gandalf lit two more pinecones and threw one down to Fili.
"Fili!" Gandalf shouted and Fili caught the pinecone, juggling it from hand to hand as the fire bit at his skin. Bilbo and the dwarves gathered pinecones from the tree and Gandalf set them on fire before they began to throw the flaming pinecones like missiles at the Wargs. The area around the tree was set on fire, forcing the Wargs to retreat a distance. One of the Wargs galloped away with its fur alight and Azog roared in anger and frustration as the dwarves cheered.
Their cheers turned into cries of fear, however as the roots of the tree they were in started to give way and the tree tipped precariously over the edge of the cliff. It came to a rest sticking straight out away from the edge of the cliff and Gandalf looked down and saw the ground far, far, below. The dwarves tried to hold on as they got flung around, but Ori lost his grip on the tree and fell. He managed to grab on to his brother Dori's leg at the last moment, hanging on for his life.
"Aahhh! Oh! Oh no!" Ori shouted in terror and Dori looked up at the wizard as his hands began to slip under the added weight.
"Mister Gandalf!" Dori shouted and then he lost his grip on the tree as well and fell, but Gandalf quickly swung his staff down and Dori grabbed on to the end of it. "Hold on, Ori!" Dori shouted down to his brother and Azog growled, Thorin clinging to the tree and staring at Azog in hate and anger.
At that moment, Adaira kicked Azog in the knee, stomping it hard and hoping to break it. The Orc's knee buckled and Adaira wrapped her bound arms around the Orc's neck as he staggered and crushed at his windpipe as she maneuvered herself behind him. Azog brought his elbow back and hit Adaira square in the gut and she let out an ooph as the air was knocked out of her. In her moment of pain, Azog got himself out of her hold and sent her sprawling to the ground.
Thorin upon seeing Adaira trying to fight Azog alone and without a weapon, pulled himself up, his sword drawn, and he walked carefully down the leaning trunk as Bilbo and the others, hanging from the tree, looked on. Thorin ran through the burning ground at Azog, and the White Warg and Azog turned around from where he had pressed a foot on top of Adaira's stomach, mace raised, and he spreads his arms wide with a smug grin on his face.
Thorin growled as he ran faster with his sword raised and his oaken branch shield held in front of him. Azog took his foot off Adaira who clutched her side, and he mounted his Warg once more, crouching before raring up as his Warg leapt at Thorin. Thorin tried to swing his sword, but the Warg hit him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground. The other dwarves in the tree looked on in shock and Dori struggled to hold on to Gandalf's staff.
"Help!" Ori shouted as Dwalin fought to get himself up, dangling as he was from the tree. He had to get to her. Back, forth, back, forth, back, forth, he swung as he tried to get his foot up and onto the branch. Back, forth, back, forth, back, forth he continued, finally getting his leg up and over, hooked onto the branch and he pulled himself up.
As Thorin got back on his feet, panting and a bit dazed, Azog and his White Warg wheeled around and they charged at Thorin again. Azog swung his mace as Adaira was getting to her feet, her hands now untied. Amidst the commotion she had managed to get her father's dagger that was hidden in her boot out and she had sawed at her bonds as quickly as she could. She stumbled to her feet just as Azog smashed Thorin in the face with his mace before Thorin could react.
"Adad!" Adaira shouted in horror as Thorin was brutally flung to the ground by the impact.
"Nooo!" Balin shouted as Azog roared in excitement.
Adaira gritted her teeth, fighting down the urge to vomit as she rose to her feet behind Azog and his white Warg. Bilbo managed to stand up on the tree then just as Adaira lunged at Azog with a fierce yell as she jumped on top of Azog who was still astride his Warg and stabbed her dagger deep into his back before twisting it around, causing Azog to yell out in pain before he tried to reach around for her as she clung to his back.
"That's for Thorin!" Adaira said before she wrenched her dagger free, Azog still trying to reach her even as Thorin tried to get up, the Warg stopping him as it snapped its jaw, his sword just out of his reach. Adaira wrenched her dagger free and stabbed it deep into Azog again, within the shoulder of his arm with the missing hand. "And that is for Frerin!" Adaira shouted as she twisted the dagger once more before she was grabbed by Azog and ripped off of him, thrown backwards. She hit a tree hard, her head hitting against the trunk and she groaned as her vision cut out in black spots.
Azog's White Warg clamped its jaws around Thorin then, grinding its teeth, and Thorin yelled out in pain as its teeth sunk deeply into his arm and body. Dwalin tried to get up on to the tree to run to Thorin and Adaira's aid, but the tree branch he had just managed to get up onto broke under his weight and it swung him precariously over the edge and prevented him from reaching them.
"Adaira! Thorin! Nooo!" Dwalin shouted in agony knowing that there was no way he could reach his One or his King. He had failed again.
The White Warg held Thorin in its mouth and Thorin finally managed to get his other hand around the hilt of his sword and he smashed the Warg on the head with the pommel of his sword. Roaring, the White Warg threw Thorin several feet away onto a flat rock as it shook its head, Thorin landing close to Adaira. He landed with a heavy thud, his sword falling out of his hand, knocked nearly unconscious by the impact of his head againts the rocks, pain the only thing he could feel. He reached out for Adaira before stilling.
"Biriz torags khobdudols," (Bring me the Dwarfs' heads.) Azog ordered as Adaira opened her eyes, blinking past the pain as hot, sticky blood ran down her face and into her eyes. Adaira forced her eyes open as two of Azog's warg riders jumped off their Wargs and approached them. Adaira reached around blindly, trying to find her father's dagger, but it was too far away, still buried in Azog's back, unable to help her now. Adaira smiled, at least she had done something right. Clutching her side which blossomed in sharp pain every time she took a breath She caught sight of Thorin. She crawled forward, desperate to reach him.
Bilbo, seeing that both Thorin and Adaira were weaponless and about to die if no one did anything, the Hobbit pulled out his own sword, the blade glowing blue. The first orc approached Thorin and Adaira quickly turned to try and fend them off with her bare hands, but she was overtaken by the second who pressed her down by her head, forcing her cheek into the dirt. She cried out in pain, trying to fight the Orc off as the first put his sword to Thorin's neck, the dwarf tried to reach his sword weakly, as the Orc raised its sword preparing to decapitate Thorin. As the Orc swung his sword down, Bilbo threw himself at the orc and knocked him over and into the second Orc who staggered, freeing Adaira.
As the first orc fought Bilbo, Adaira got to her knees and grabbed the first thing she saw, Thorin's oaken shield and she raised it just in time, the second Orc slamming his sword down upon it. Adaira crumpled under the blow before pushing back, getting from her knees to up on one leg as the Orc brought his sword back again. Adaira pushed back, getting to her feet this time, filled with fire and rage, and when the Orc pulled his sword back a third time, she bashed him with the oaken shield, once and then twice while kicking it in the leg. The orc stumbled back and with that Adaira put her entire strength into the next swing and she bashed the Orc clean in the side of the skull, cracking it open like an egg. As it fell, she continued to bash it in the skull before stepping back, breathing heavy and covered in blood, her own and the black blood of the Orc. She spat blood out of her mouth, one of her teeth chipped and she turned to Bilbo who was in a battle for his life.
Bilbo fought with the other Orc viciously as Adaira caught her breath and she grabbed Thorin's sword, holding the shield with one arm as she crouched down slightly to keep her balance. She darted forward, swinging the sword down and smashing the Orc in the knee, catching it on the joint and the Orc fell to one knee, taking Bilbo with it as it rolled onto its back. The Orc reached for it's fallen sword and Adaira swung Orcrist once more, slicing the Orc's arm clean off as Bilbo stabbed the Orc once and then twice before it fell dead.
Azog growled in anger as Bilbo quickly pulled his sword out of the dead orc's body more easily than he did the Warg, stumbling as he looked to Adaira. She nodded in agreement before they stood in front of Thorin, protecting him together. Bilbo stared at Azog, terror in his heart and he waved his sword wildly at Azog approached them. Adaira fought to hold up Orcrist, the pain in her side intensifying by the minute. The Wargs and Azog closed in on them, Azog smiling in hatred. His next order was clear to both Adaira and Bilbo even if they did not understand his language, kill them.
As a couple of Wargs and Riders approached Bilbo and Adaira, snarling, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin jumped off the tree and plowed into the Wargs from the side, all three yelling out in anger. Bilbo and Adaira raised their swords higher and yelled out as well before leaping forward and mounting an attack. Bilbo slashed at one of the Wargs in the face wounding it as Adaira bashed a Warg in the head with Thorin's oaken shield as it tried to bite at her before swinging Orcrist in an arc, a superhuman strength filling her. Whether it was just the adrenaline or a gift from Mahal she didn't know, but the Warg fell under her blow.
Dwalin, Fili, and Kili fought the attacking Wargs viciously as Adaira backed up towards Thorin once more. The White Warg hit Bilbo with his head as he stumbled away from the first Warg and it sent him flying. As the fighting intensified around them Azog and his White Warg approached Bilbo to kill him.
Fili, Kili, and Dwalin were surrounded by Wargs and it seemed like they would all die, but then, the moth returned to Gandalf. Dori slipped from the end of Gandalf's staff, he and Ori fell toward the ground far below them. A giant eagle swooped out of nowhere then and caught them both on its back. They yelled in fear as they were carried swiftly away and several more Eagles appeared and joined the fray. Some of the Eagles grabbed Wargs and Orcs and tossed them over the cliff while others knocked down trees, which crushed the Wargs below them. The goblins shrieked in fear and fled back to their caves, cowards to the end.
Another Eagle fanned the flames with its wings, causing an inferno which burned the Wargs. Azog snarled in frustration and Adaira turned as an Eagle swooped down behind her and gently grabbed Thorin in its talons before it flew away. Azog roared and made to move in to kill Bilbo, but Azog jumped back on his Warg as an Eagle flew by him. It headed straight for an alarmed Bilbo and snatched him off the ground. It then threw Bilbo, and he screamed as he fell toward the ground, only to land on the back of another Eagle.
Azog turned to Adaira and she spotted an Eagle swooping down behind him and she ran straight towards the surprised Orc. In a single bound she bashed the white Warg on the head with the oaken shield as it tried to snap its jaws at her, jumping and using the momentum to step up on its head. She snatched her braids out of Azog's belt with her fingertips as she used Azog as a stepping stone and flung herself up onto the Eagle's back.
"We're not done!" Adaira yelled to Azog as the Eagle shot up into the air, other Eagles snatching the dwarves out of the tree and flying away. When only Gandalf was left in the tree, the roots gave way and the tree fell off the edge of the cliff. Gandalf leapt clear of it and was caught by an Eagle. As the Eagles flew away with all the Company, Azog and the few Warg Riders who were left growled in anger and frustration at their lost prize.
Adaira pressed her legs into the Eagle, sitting in the hollow between its wings before she bent forward and pressed herself against its back, holding on dearly to Orcrist and the oaken shield. She panted in short and shallow breaths as the Eagles soared through the skies. She looked up, trying to find Thorin and she spotted him, still unconscious in one of the Eagle's talons.
"Thorin!" Fili shouted before he and Kili who were together on the back of an Eagle looked around frantically.
"Adaira!" Dwalin shouted and Dwalin and Adaira's eyes met as she lifted her head from the back of the Eagle once more. Dwalin swore at the sight. The angry long scratches on Adaira's face bleed heavily as did the cut on her forehead. She was battered and bruised and clutching her side tightly. There was nothing he could do for her now though.
The Eagles approached a massive rock structure shaped like a bear and the Eagle carrying Thorin gently deposited him on a flat area at the top. Another Eagle landed and Gandalf slid off its neck, running toward the unconscious Thorin.
"Thorin! Thorin," Gandalf said, but Thorin was not responding. Bilbo having landed ran to his side as Dwalin landed and looked back. The Eagle carrying her landed beside Dwalin who reached up and gently picked up his One, cradling her in his arms as he sat down, the oaken shield falling onto the rocks and rolling away as Dwalin rocked Adaira back and forth in his arms, looking up towards Thorin as tears rolled down his face. He placed a hand on Adaira's shorn head and hummed a lullaby his amad used to sing to him, trying to comfort her. Gandalf placed his hand on Thorin's face as Dwalin looked up once more and the wizard whispered a spell and Thorin's eyes fluttered open and he gasped for air.
"Mizimith? The halfling?" Thorin asked in a weak voice, searching around for them and Gandalf patted his arm.
"It's all right. Bilbo is here. He's quite safe. And Adaira is over there with Dwalin," Gandalf informed Thorin, the other dwarves surrounding Thorin, watching in concern. Kili and Fili helped their uncle up, but once Thorin was on his feet he shrugged them off and approached Bilbo.
"You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild and that you had no place amongst us?" Thorin demanded as he advanced until he was face to face with Bilbo, who looked worried and frightened. "I've never been so wrong in all my life!" Thorin said before he grabbed Bilbo and embraced him deeply. The other dwarves cheered loudly and slapped each other on the back while Gandalf smiled. Bilbo, looking quite surprised, hugged Thorin back. "I am sorry I doubted you," Thorin told the hobbit, meaning every word as he pulled back to look down at Bilbo.
"No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior...not even a burglar," Bilbo told Thorin and everyone chuckled as the Eagles flew away, screeching. Thorin looked beyond Bilbo and saw for the first time in many years what he had only imagined. He strode forward and the others followed his gaze.
"Is that what I think it is?" Bilbo asked as in the distance, they all could see the outline of a single, solitary mountain.
"Erebor—The Lonely Mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle earth," Gandalf confirmed and Thorin smiled ruefully as he patted Kili on the back.
"Our home," Thorin corrected the wizard as a bird cheeped and flew by him.
"A raven! The birds are returning to the mountain," Oin said as more birdsong sounded near them.
"That, my dear Oin, is a thrush," Gandalf corrected the older dwarf and Thorin;s smiled widened.
"But we'll take it as a sign a good omen," Thorin told them and Bilbo nodded, staring in wonder at the distant mountain.
"You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us," Bilbo said before the sound of sobbing reached their ears and they turned around as the sun came up behind them, finding Dwalin rocking a still Adaira, his sobs growing louder and more gut wrenching.
Khuzdul:
Nadad-Brother
Adad- Father
Amad- Mother
Mizimith- Little jewel
*HIDES IN EREBOR WITH SMAUG*