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Jaille kept looking back at Ratchet. There were times she tripped and fell. If she died Varanton would be destroyed by the Darkness.
"Climb! Climb the trees!" Yelled Gandalf. The company began to climb as fast as they could. Dori had to help Bilbo climb up the tree. Then they sat there in the fir trees.
Wargs were growling and scratching at the trees. They almost got poor old Bombur. The wargs then stopped once Azog and Ratchet came.
Black Speech: "Can you smell it?" Azog began.
"Azog." Thorin muttered. "It cannot be."
Black Speech: "The smell of fear. Your grandfather reeked of it Thorin Oakenshield." The orcs began to laugh at Azog's remark.Ratchet did not think it was a laughing matter at all. Even though you could not see his face you could feel his disapproval.
Black Speech: "Enough!" Ratchet barked. The laughter immediately stopped. Azog now had a serious tine on his face. "Now Jaille how about you come down so we can finish our… business. I came only here for you none of your friends." Ratchet said in everyday language. Jaille was on a branch right next to Dwalin. The pine needles covered all of herself except her dark eyes; and Ratchet was looking right at them. Jaille stared into the nothingness of Ratchet's helmet. She needed to destroy Ratchet, but she did not have the power. One needed to know very dark and powerful magic to destroy Ratchet. "I have no reason to kill your friends Jaille Pearson. If you come down… peacefully I will spare them." Jaille still said nothing. "You have my word." One could not simply trust Ratchet. He was far too unpredictable. There were times he kept his word, and times he did not. Before Jaille was about to do something foolish a fiery pinecone went right into Ratchet and you could see a man on fire. The flesh melted and poured out of the suit. Now Ratchet was far from dead. This was technically not Ratchet. Ratchet's true form was far away from them.
Then more fiery pinecones hurtled towards the orcs and the wargs. This of course made the orcs and wargs furious. Some orcs tried to shoot them but the Dwarves simply dodged the arrows. This sort of fighting went on for a little bit longer until Azog yelled,
Black Speech: "Thorin Oakenshield you come down and fight me. Do not be a coward like your grandfather was."
"No Thorin." Jaille said. Thorin paid no attention. He was going to kill Azog once and for all. Thorin drew out Ocrist and took his Oakenshield and went to Azog. The fir tree had fallen down and was partly on fire. Thorin began to run down and was getting ready to attack. Thorin was about to attack but Azog swung first and Thorin fell. Azog's Warg picked up Thorin with its mouth and was crushing him. Thorin yelled in agony.
"No! Thorin no!" Jaille yelled. She was trying to get down but Dwalin was stopping her. Balin began to sob. The white Warg tossed Thorin away.
Black Speech: "Bring me his head." Azog ordered. An orc went over to Thorin. Thorin was trying to grab his sword, but his body ached far too much. Bilbo then came charging over and killed the orc. Thorin made a sigh of relief and the closed his eyes. Soon all of the company came out to fight. They were not going to let the orcs take Thorin. Just at the right time the eagles came. They began to throw orcs and wargs off the cliff. Some of the orcs and wargs were able to escape. Azog being one of them. The eagles took the company and flew away.
"Thorin!" Fili called out. He had found his uncle, and Fili's heart instantly shattered. Jaille just stared off in the horizon. A tear fell from her.
"Thorin!" Jaille called out. The eagle dropped Jaille onto the tall rock. She ran over and started to weep on Thorin's chest. "Please don't go, please I need you." The others where now on the rock to. Fili was going to pull Jaille away but Balin stopped him.
"Let her mourn." Balin whispered to Fili. Gandalf came up to Thorin and Jaille.
"Can you save him?" Jaille managed to choke out. Gandalf muttered a few words. Thorin then took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
"The Halfling?" Thorin asked Gandalf.
"He's all right. He's all right." Gandalf replied. Thorin stood up and started to limp towards Bilbo.
"You!" Thorin said. Bilbo didn't know what to do. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself killed. Did I not say you would be a burden and would not make it in the wild?" The others were wondering what Thorin was going to do next. Bilbo was about to speak but Thorin said, "Never have been so wrong in all my life." Thorin then went over to Bilbo and gave him a hug. Bilbo didn't know exactly what to do back. Thorin then stepped back and saw Jaille. There were tear stains on her face. Jaille just couldn't help herself. She ran over to Thorin. Thorin held Jaille in his arms.
"Don't ever do that to me again Thorin Oakenshield. I thought I lost you." Jaille looked up at Thorin. He smiled to Jaille.
"I promise Jaille Pearson I will never leave you. I love you. You annoy me, but I love you. "Thorin pulled Jaille closer to him. He pressed his lips against Jaille's. Neither of them cared what the others thought. They loved each other, and if all of Middle Earth hated it, then so be it.
"I ship it!" Bofur yelled. The others began to laugh (except Fili). "About time you guys made it official." They went to the edge of the rock and there they saw The Lonely Mountain. It seemed so close yet at the same time so far away.
"Our home." Thorin said with a smile.
"Where?!" Kili was looking the opposite way of the company.
"This way brother." Fili turned Kili around.
"Oh I see it now." Kili said.
"Look a raven heading towards the Mountain." Oin pointed out.
"That my dear Oin is a thrush." Gandalf said.
"Well will take it as a sign. A good omen." Said Thorin.
"Yes. I do believe the worst is behind us." Never had Bilbo beens o wrong in all his life.