Thorin Oakenshield gazed at the landscape around him with a heavy heart. Blood, violence, screams of anguish and the sound of metal clanging was all he could register as he looked upon the battlefield. He thought of how this came to be. More importantly he thought about who to blame for this. Was it Smaug for taking Erebor in the first place? Thranduil for betraying the dwarves when they needed him most? Gandalf for convincing him to take back his home? The Halfling for giving away HIS Arkenstone? Or was he to blame for falling to the gold sickness? Even now he remembered Bard's words about Thror, his grandfather, blaming his greed for the Desolation. At that time he thought that he would not succumb to the same illness as his grandfather, but he had been wrong.
The sight of an oncoming Orcish axe, however, soon brought him out of his thoughts. He blinked remembering he was currently in battle, but before the axe could hit another intercepted it before its twin chopped the orc's head off.
"What in Mahal's name is wrong with you? Get a grip Thorin!"
As he looked to his right he saw Dwalin looking at him, eyes full of concern. Dwalin. One of his company. His best friend who had stuck with him since the start. The worry in his friends eyes was what finally brought Thorin back to reality.
He frantically began looking around in order to see the other members of his company. He saw Balin just ahead of him, fighting of Orcs with such ferocity and determination that he had not seen in his friend since Azunalbizar all those years ago. Not too far ahead of Balin were his nephews. He watched as Fili and Kili fought with their backs to one another, complete trust that the other had their back. He saw Gloin hacking away at Orcs with their blood splattering on his armor and beard. Oin of course was back at the healing tents, and that gave him comfort knowing that at least one of his friends was safe. Bifur was skewering Orcs left, right and center with his boar spear. Thorin knew his hatred towards the race that had put that axe in his head. Bombur meanwhile was fighting with the combination of sword and body fat while Bofur broke some bones with his mattock, amazingly with that hat of his still resting on his head. Dori, Nori and Ori fought in a circle repelling any foul creature which came at them. He heard a crunch, only to see Dori crush an Orc's skull with his bare hands.
Towards Dale he saw Bard still alive and kicking and Thranduil taking down orcs with such grace that Thorin was almost impressed. Almost. An orc snuck up behind Thranduil, raising his weapon only to be swatted aside by a boar astride whom he saw his cousin, Dain. But he still could not see Bilbo or Gandalf and that made him very uneasy indeed.
And then Thorin Oakenshield's gaze fell upon Ravenhill and the sight made his blood boil with fury. And it was there that he swathe one to blame for all his problems, Azog. He met the Defiler's eyes only to have the filth smile at him mockingly. And in that moment Thorin decided to cut the head off the snake, and this time he would not settle for an arm.
His best fighters- he needed them.
" Dwalin! Fili! Kili! To Ravenhill! Nori! Bofur! Come along! "
But atop Ravenhill he saw no Azog or any other orc for that matter. He contemplated on the best step to take.
"Fili! Kili! Scout the cliff up ahead but don't engage."
Minutes later he heard his nephews scream in pain and his blood chilled.
"Thorin! Goblins. A hundred of them, no more but they're heading our way" Dwalin told him. He turned to look at his friend with fear in his eyes, but not due to the goblins. But Dwalin understood. " Go help them. I'll hold them off with Nori and Bofur." With one last look at his the three, Thorin ran towards his nephew screams.
His eyes bulged at the sight which greeted him. Fili and Kili lay wounded and unconscious while a red-haired elf, the same one from Mirkwood- Tauriel if he recalled correctly- guarded their limp bodies. Even more surprising was the sight of Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil's son as he fought Bolg, Azog's spawn on a bridge? No a fallen tower hovering over a chasm. And then he saw that which he hoped he would never have to lay his eyes upon again. Azog the Defiler stood in isolation, on ice, with his eyes set upon Thorin Oakenshield.
His hatred for Azog caused him to rush at the orc and try to kill him with poorly placed strikes. Azog grinned maliciously as he deflected Thorin's attacks until he finally got an opening and hit the Dwarf King on the chest with his mace. He then proceeded to attack Thorin with a brutal fury and lay enough blows on him to render the dwarf helpless and force him to watch as the pale orc readied his mace for a final blow.
He looked down the hill and saw the Prince of Mirkwood down Bolg. He saw Tauriel still defending his nephews bodies. He looked further down the hill towards Dale and saw the fighting to have come to an end with orcs fleeing but being slaughtered by men, dwarves and elves alike. They had won but Thorin would not live to taste victory.
Unknown to him a hobbit snuck up on Azog. The banished burglar of the company of Thorin Oakenshield impaled Azog through the back with his letter-opener just as the orc prepared to finish the dwarf.
Thorin saw the tip of a blue sword penetrating Azog, but not killing him. Azog turned around to face the hobbit who had struck him, the same hobbit Thorin had feelings for. He watched in utter horror as Bilbo Baggins fell in fear and as Azog raised his weapon to kill the Halfling.
" No. Bilbo no, " was all that he could whisper as he stared transfixed, waiting for Azog to kill another whom Thorin loved.
But the blow never came. Four knives were swiftly placed on both sides of the orc's head before he could strike Bilbo. Thorin then saw Nori and realized that he was the one who had planted them. Azog turned towards Nori with a scream of anguish and a look of hatred, which did not even cause the thief to blink. That was what momentarily stunned Azog before Bofur hit Azog in the head with his mattock, harnessing so much force that Thorin was sure that Azog died with the impact. But he then remembered Azog's tendency to return when believed dead and was extremely relieved when Dwalin cut Azog's head off with his twin axes.
He saw Bofur help Bilbo to his feet and the two elves carrying Fili and Kili. His loved ones were safe and his enemy dead. Thorin allowed himself a small smile before losing consciousness.
So that was the first chapter told completely through Thorins Pov. The next few chapters will deal with the company worrying over Thorin and Thorin's dreams while he struggles to live.
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