A/N: I was kind of angry when I wrote this. I wonder if anyone can tell? Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Following a trail and finding orcs
I always have had a knack for getting into trouble. Today was no exception. Fili and Kili had just come back from... relieving their bladders when a small group of orcs tried to drag me off while I was adjusting my sword's sheath. As usual, I let out a yelp of alarm and began decapitating the beasties. Within seconds, Thorin and Kili were beside me, hacking away at the orcs.
Because of my recent homesickness, I snapped at them for getting in my way as I was fighting the orcs. Thorin immediately starting arguing with me, and I pretty much yelled at him and said that he was a pathetic loser. Not my best move. In my frustration and anger I stormed off into some trees, shooting glares at anyone who tried to come after me. It was then I found a small orc waiting for the rest in a small camp. I pinned its leg to the ground with the blade of my sword and placed my foot on its throat.
" What were your companions doing, attacking me?" I snarled, twisting my blade and making the Orc squeal in pain.
" Our master wants you for what you know! That's all I know! I swear!" it screamed in pain.
I sneered at the pathetic creature," You are a pathetic monster," I growled, wrenching my sword out of its leg and beheading the monster. I looked to the ground and saw a trail of boot prints in the mud," Looks like I have something to follow."
I strode back to the dwarves and received questioning looks as I walked right up to Thorin and punched his arm. He let out a yell of surprise," What was that for?" he yelled, glaring.
" I found a trail from the orcs. I'm going to follow it. Don't follow me," I stated, ignoring his question. I turned and strode over to Bilbo, knelt in front of him, and put a hand on his shoulder," Be tough while I'm gone, Bilbo," I said softly, patting the little man's shoulder.
I stood calmly and strode back towards the bushes then stopped for a moment as a thought occurred to me. Smirking, I looked over my shoulder at Thorin and shouted," Oh, and to answer your question, Thorin. I punched you because that's how I show affection towards 'tough-guys' like you."
After several hours of following Orc tracks, I realized I didn't have any food. I looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and sighed as thoughts of my family filled my head. My twin, Nick, loved crescent moons because they looked like scythe blades to him. My twin was strange, but I loved him anyway because he was like my shadow, and I never went anywhere without him. My heart ached in loneliness as I spotted a rabbit several feet in front of me. I drew my sword quietly approached the fluffy creature.
It noticed me just before I killed it for my dinner, and its dying scream echoed through the woods and inside my head as I made a small, cooking fire. I tried not to think about how I had killed the poor beast as I roasted it over the flames. As I ate my small dinner I stared at the tracks on the ground and thought about how I would deal with any orcs I came across. I didn't have to think for long.
Right as I tossed the remains of the rabbit into the fire, I was grabbed by several pairs of hands. Mind on auto-pilot, I threw myself forward onto the ground, dragging whoever was holding onto me down as well. I jumped to my feet, drew my sword, and glared at the orcs who were drawing their weapons as they rose to their feet.
Quickly, I dispatched all but the two smallest. I kicked the smaller of the two into the other and drove my sword down through the larger's face, terrifying the only one left alive. " Where are you monsters constantly trying to drag me off to?" I growled, placing the blade of my sword just above the orc's right eye.
It gulped nervously," To our master's fortress," it squeaked, obviously terrified.
" I know that. Where is your master's fortress?" I snapped, rolling my eyes. The little monster didn't respond, and I flicked the blade of my sword across its right eye," WHERE IS IT!" I roared.
The Orc screamed in pain and clutched at its ruined eye," Dol Goldur!" I smirked and cut off its head, ending its suffering.
" Only I would find a way to get attacked during dinner," I muttered, tossing the orc corpse onto the small fire I had created. The body smoked as it smothered the flames, and I felt my emerald green eyes water from the smoke as I continued to follow the fresh tracks towards my goal.