Thorin stared at Azog, who he hated even more than he hated the elf king. After the moment Smaug took everything from him, this piece of shit had finished that off and killed his father and grandfather. He had cursed the line of Durin, humiliated him more than once and now he also wanted to take Alyssae from him.
"Go away!" Alyssae screeched, who tried to free herself desperately. "What do you think you can do, you idiot! You can't even walk!"
Azog grinned amused and Thorin felt his cheeks burn with shame. He could indeed do nothing for her, but turning around and knowing Alyssae would die while he hadn't even tried to save her, was something he just couldn't do.
"She's right," Kili whispered, whose voice was also loaded with grief. "We can do nothing to help her, uncle. As soon as we'll come near, Azog will wring her neck."
"Neither can I do nothing," Thorin grumbled. He felt indifferent, as if his own life was no longer important. He only lived because of the magic of an elf. He only lived thanks to Alyssae and he could not leave her alone.
"You can grant her last wish," Balin spoke. "You can save our kingdom. She doesn't want you to die in vain."
His breath caught when he looked in her eyes. Even though she told them to leave, he saw she was terrified.
"I can't." With his last strength he tore loose and ran with raised sword to the orc. However, after three steps he fell abruptly on his knees.
A scornful laughter went up from the pack of orcs.
"Well well, he crawls through the dust for you."
Thorin raised his head, his eyes filled with tears. His body felt anesthetized, as if he had taken a poison that shut off his body parts one by one. He hated Thranduil, who'd made a cripple, old man from him. He hated Azog, who destroyed all his dreams. And above all he hated himself, because he wasn't able to protect the woman he loved. Because he had turned his back to his men and waited for the death blow from his most feared enemy.
Alyssae said nothing, she only stared in his eyes. Purple eyes that shimmered with tears.
Then Azog pulled back her head and pushed his blade against her throat. "Maybe her head can accompany that of Thraín."
Thorin tried to get on his feet with his last power, but he fell forward again. The dwarves screamed behind him, but nobody dared to attack Azog, knowing they would hit Alyssae.
Scrupulously he looked up, while his stomach shrunk in fear. He didn't want to see how she was beheaded, but he couldn't focus on something else. The smirk at Azog's face widened and the grasp around his handle became stronger. He tightened his fingers and Thorin knew her last breath had left her lips.
Suddenly a blinding light shot through the air. A loud explosion followed and some orcs suddenly flew around and landed in the bushes a few meters away from them.
Thorin saw nothing but dust clouds. He coughed while he looked around.
Screams filled the air and blood spats landed upon his face. Shaking he tried to get on his feet. He banged his sword in the earth and raised himself with help of his weapon.
A tall figure stood before him, surrounded by clouds. Thorin pulled his sword out of the ground, with trembling legs.
When the dust laid down again, he saw her. Relief came over him while he stared at the hard look in her eyes. She was covered in blood, but stood straight gloriously. Her long hair waved in the wind and she had raised her arms. In her hands she held Azog's head.
Behind her Gandalf appeared, who put a hand on her shoulder and scared away the other orcs with angry words, which were all baffled by the appearance of the wizard and Alyssae's behavior.
Thorin wasn't able to say anything, he only stared at her remorseless face and the head she held in her hands. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought it was someone else standing before him.