Her dress was soaked in blood. She could smell it – the odour of the dead. It was all around her. She stood up. Her legs were shivering and she felt as light as a feather. The world spun around her and she wanted to go back to the numbness she had just awakened from. Her mind was tired and her senses were exhausted.
She knew nothing, except that Fili was nowhere to be found. She bet the dwarves weren't waiting for her anymore. Although they had spoken kind words when she left, they would take it back when she would return with empty hands.
But Alyssae was at her end. She was broken. She had no idea when she had changed her place in the trees for the solid ground and she dragged herself forward, without really looking at signs which pointed at the presence of Fili.
She could better turn back, although she didn't even know which way to go. Defeated she leaned against a tree, ready to give in. However, the tree disappeared suddenly and changed into a horrible spider leg. Shocked she backed down, while the animal started to speak to her.
'Are you looking for your little dwarf friend? It won't take long before you meet him again!'
Alyssae touched for her sword, which felt incredibly heavy in her hands. She could not lift it up and with large eyes she saw how the beast came closer. His mouth terrified her and shook her awake from its dark spell. She let go of the sword and climbed in one of the trees. She had no idea which reserves she used, but she was glad they were there. She got higher and higher. The spider was too big to follow her, although it would certainly call its congeners.
When she overlooked the canopies, she saw a blood red sun.
Despair overflew her and her lower lip started to shake. Fili was dead. She had failed. The only thing she still had to do, was sharing the message with his brother and uncle. No longer she paid attention to the things that possibly followed her, but she followed the sun, knowing it would lead her to the others.

Alyssae fell down on her knees when she had left the woods behind. She would never ever go back there. The dwarves better came up with something else. The dwarves...
There was no one who reacted on her return. She raised herself, her limbs trembling heavily. Her mandible dropped down when she saw them and she fell back into the grass, crying heart rendering.
On hands and feet she crawled towards them. The first she reached, was Bombur. She pulled up herself with help of his enormous belly. His clothes were soaked with blood. His mouth was open in a horrified, silent scream and his eyes stared above.
'No,' she whispered. She crawled further, to Kili. She shook his body, but he didn't respond. His head was almost ripped off his body and everywhere were deep injuries, as if a monster had torn him apart.
Alyssae couldn't stand up anymore. She leaned against his lifeless body and her cries were unstoppable, so that she almost drowned in her tears. He had been so young! A whole life had been waiting for him!
Were they all dead? She crawled to everyone, hoping for sign of life. She shook their bodies angrily, yelled in their ears and beat their faces, but none reacted.
'Oh Thorin,' she sniffed when she found her prince. His eyes were closed peacefully, but the rest of his body was mutilated – grinded under brute violence.
She took his battered, bleeding hands between hers. His fingers were stiff and swollen and she brought them to their lips.
'Come back,' she whispered, her throat swelled by grief. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She moved a little and pulled his head into her lap. With shaking hands she wiped away the long, dark hairs from his face. 'Come back,' she uttered whispering. 'I loved you. I don't want to live without you.'
She kept repeating the words while she fondled his face and her tears made his cheeks glitter. In a fit she bowed forward and kissed his cold, lifeless lips, hoping for a mythical magic which would bring him back to life.
Of course nothing happened. It became harder to breathe and she had the feeling she would choke.
She shrunk, her arms around him and she cradled him. So she was sitting, for hours.
For days – until someone kneeled before her, grabbed her chin brutally and turned her face towards him. Pointy, metal claws ripped open her skin.
'The dwarf scum is dead.'

Alyssae looked at the pale orc with an empty glance. He had taken everything from dwarves – they were all dead, while in the meantime she cared so much about them she would have given her own life for them. They all left behind a gaping hole on the inside. Some had been friends. She had experienced a friendship which meant more to her then the most relationships she had in her hometown.
And Thorin…
There was no way to express her feelings. She hadn't know him very long and often they had disagreed, but he had meant the world to her. He had broken her heart and she doubted she would ever meet someone else with who she wanted to be so badly.
None of them would ever smile again or take op the arms. None of them would return home and embrace their families. She knew she would undergo the same fate.
She was part of the company and she wouldn't follow another path. She would die here, with Thorin in her arms and her friends around her.
Azog however pushed her away from Thorin, spitted on her and started to laugh. 'You will think about the dwarf scum your whole long life, while can't even die, elf.'
He bared his teeth in a horrible grin, turned around and left her behind.
Hopeless. Torn apart. Died with the dwarves, but still forced to live an eternity with this unbearable pain.