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Chapter 7

Whoosh! An arrow sped past my face, cutting a lock of hair that hung on my cheek, and leaving a slight graze on my skin. I grabbed an arrow from my quiver and loaded it onto my bow. I released it and a second later, it hit a Goblin right in between the eyes.

"Dwarves!" Thorin shouted, "Get up! Goblin attack!"

I loosed another arrow and killed a Goblin who was getting ready to fire.

"Stupid, idiotic, ugly creatures!" I muttered under my breath. They were really starting to get on my nerves now.

"Rhoewia," Kili asked, "Can you get your Wolves to help? We are few against many!"

"I will try," I told him, "But don't forget: Us few are worth more than the whole Goblin army put together." I grinned and ran back inside to grab my horn which was on top of my pack.

Inside the cave, it was chaos. Dwarves were running about getting their weapons, and clambering over each other. When I finally got to the packs, I had seen at least four dwarves being squashed and six dwarves face-planting the floor. It would have been funny if it wasn't a life or death situation, and I had to try really hard not to laugh when Bombur fell over Dwalin and fell on Nori, who started yelling underneath him. I grabbed my horn from my bag, and climbed over the dwarves to get to the exit.

I eventually reached the darkness outside, and gasped as I saw the full view in front of me. From higher up, I could see hundreds of Goblins mounted on Wolves like they were horses. I knew that no matter what, we were going to die.

I brought my horn to my lips with shaking hands, and blasted down it three, long times. Just in case they hadn't heard, I blew once more, for luck if nothing else. I raced down the hill, and pulled my sword from its sheath.

Down below me, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Gandalf and a few other dwarves that had finally escaped from the cave were fighting the Goblins. Corpses lay strung on the floor, but as far as I could see, no-one I knew was hurt. From my right, dozens of wolves came racing from the edge of the forest; some I knew, and some I didn't. There were loads of them, young and old, small and big.

I got to the bottom and charged into the mass of Goblins. I sliced and ducked and dodged and chopped until my arms were sore with all the murder, and I was bruised all over. I killed Goblin after Goblin, for I don't know how long.

After fighting for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, Thorin and I got surrounded by a dozen or so Goblins, all snarled and drooling. The sight made my want to throw up, but I held it in – just.

"Back-to-back," Thorin murmured to me, and I sheathed my sword and pulled out my twin knives from my back.

I let out a breath of air. "Okay," I said, "We can do this!" I hope I silently added. The Goblins were closing in on us, getting so close I could smell their rancid breath.

"On the count of three…" Thorin said, "One… two…–"

"Seven!" I shouted cutting him off. Thorin shot me a confused look and then we lunged.

Goblin after Goblin attacked, and Goblin after Goblin got killed. My ears were filled with the sound of the clashing of metal upon metal, and screams of death. I could hear Thorin's heavy breathing, and my own heart beating in my chest. I felt the slight gust of air as one sword narrowly missed my face by a hair's breadth. My sweat dripped to the ground, making a pool around my feet. My knuckles were white with gripping the sword so hard, and my feet sore from moving position. My twin knives moved through the air so fast, they blurred and at one point, I lost sight of them completely. I knew that one wrong move could get me killed, yet I was strangely confident I would live to tell the tale. It was terrifying, and exciting at the same time.

A pile built up around our feet, as Goblins fell, and soon we couldn't move through the piles of bodies. There was an endless line of Goblins, and I feared it would never end.

Then, to the back of the cluster, I saw a strange creature, like no other I had seen before. He was around six feet tall, and his skin was white, with a blue tinge to it. He wore nothing on his chest, and because of this, six scars were visible, three on each side which me in the middle to make a 'V'. He had pointy ears, and his eyes were glowing blue. I recognised him, but I had never seen him before in my life.

Thorin saw me falter and followed my gaze, and his whole body seemed to stop. Two goblins realised this, as they suddenly leapt at him, and I had to throw my knives to save him.

"Thorin!" I shouted, my mind whirring as to why I had a bad feeling about this. He completely ignored me and started walking as though he was in a daze towards this stranger.

"Thorin!" I shouted again, and this time he gazed around.

"I have unfinished business." He said, before carrying on in his daze. I got out my bow and arrow and started to shoot at the Goblins who were going after Thorin. Why was he acting like this? And what was this 'Unfinished business'?

As Thorin got to the strange guy, they started fighting. I stared at him in shock. He was not seriously thinking about fighting him? This guy was like twice his size!

"Kili!" I shouted to the young dwarf who was helping the wolves take down a massive Goblin. "What is Thorin doing?" Kili turned around and shouted something to me that I didn't hear. "What?" I shouted back to him.

""I said get Thorin away from him! Azog will kill him!" He told me. So that was the Goblin's name: Azog. Bit weird, but never mind. I had to get Thorin away from him.

"THORIN!" I heard Fili shout, and turned to look at him. I froze. He was on the ground, and Azog was pointing his sword above his head, ready to strike. Time stopped, and it seemed Azog and Thorin were the only people in the world.

End of fight scene!

"NO!" I shouted, and something inside my clicked. I flung down my bow and pushed both of my hands out to the direction of Azog. A stream of flames leapt from my hands and straight into the Goblin, who roared in pain and left off. Now that I had started, I couldn't stop.

I saw the frightened expressions of the dwarves and Bilbo, all standing in a cluster. I sent a wave of flames towards them, creating a protective wall around them. After I had light up about half of the Goblins, I punched the ground, creating a tidal wave of soil and earth, and making more Goblins fall to the ground. I focused of the earth, and a giant crack appeared almost out of nowhere, a dozen or so more Goblins fell in, and I used the roots of the trees to pull the rest of the Goblins into the gaping hole. Using the rest of my energy, I created a tornado, sweeping away the dead bodies of the Goblins, and a massive wave of water to get rid of the flames that had spread to the ground.

Then, for the second time since I had first set eyes upon the dwarves, I slipped into the darkness that came for me.

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