That there was magic in this woods that didn't want to speed up her dead, became clear when something invisible broke her fall so she landed on the ground softly. More couldn't be done for her, because she was pulled on her feet roughly by two orcs.
Alyssae however got the chance to draw her sword and chop off the arm of one of them to free herself from his grasp. Black blood splattered in her face and she turned away her head while she tore lose.
"This is getting you nowhere, elf," the amused voice of Azog sounded. "You'll be pierced by ten arrows before you have even taken a step."
Alyssae turned towards the orc, not knowing why he spoke to her and didn't kill her immediately. She didn't lower her sword.
"Have you better plans for me?"
The smirk on Azog's face became wider and frightened her. He walked towards her and kicked against the arrow in her lower leg, so her screams startled the whole forest. "This will lure them."
The pain made her see stars. Only later she noticed she had fallen on the ground, while her tears wet the ground.
Her eyes were fixed at the exit of Mirkwood. She hoped and prayed somebody encouraged the dwarves and Thranduin to move on.
That nobody listened to her prayers, became clear when she saw the men appear on the last row of trees. Thorin was still supported by Dwalin en Oin, but the three of them froze when they saw her, lying in the grass while Thorin's arch-enemy pushed her down with his foot.
Alyssae tried to touch the ring in her pocket, but Azog's weight obstructed every movement.
"So we meet again," Azog smirked.
Alyssae tried to free herself, but everything hurt even more.
"Your life instead of hers. Isn't that a lovely proposition?"
From Thorin's face she concluded that he was furious. He'd warned her and she had just left, without listening.
"Stay there!" she yelled.
Her jaws hit each other when the orc kicked her head again. "You want to sacrifice yourself for that little dwarf prince? Again? Why would somebody do that?"
Some orcs chuckled, as if they understood very well what all this was about. Alyssae knew that wasn't true. Orcs didn't know love.
He pushed his heel deeper in her flesh and she heard her bones crack.
The dwarves stood still petrified between the trees, even though Dwalin and Oin tried to withhold Thorin.
"You can't surrender," Gloin hissed, who stood before him. "You are our king. We need you."
"Let go of me," Thorin grumbled. "You don't get it. She has the key."
Alyssae doubted the orcs could hear their conversation, because her hearing was better than that of them.
Oin was so bewildered by that announcement that he let go of Thorin, who stormed forward and tried to reach her whilst stumbling, but the dwarves grabbed his arms again.
"My kindness is almost running out," Azog announced. "Kill the elf."
"No!" Thorin screamed and after that word Kili got his bow ready and fired.
Azog dragged her along and held her as a shield before his own body, after which he walked to the dwarves with large steps. They no longer dared to shoot arrows.
"Go away!" she screeched . "I don't have the key anymore. Leave!"
Azog hit her hard against her head.
"The game is over, dwarf scum."