A/N: I do not own anything except for my character, Arien. Please do not plagiarize.

The White Orc

Later that night

The company and I were camped for the night at an edge of a cliff. I was sitting with Kili and Fili, sitting watch. I look up at Bilbo as I hear him huff in disgust while looking at Gloin. Gloin was asleep but he was snoring, as was most of the Dwarves, but there was little tiny insects that would be sucked into his mouth every time he inhales and would fly out when he exhaled.

I watched as Bilbo gets up and walks around. He walks over to his pony and looks to see if anyone was looking before giving her an apple. He says something to the pony that I can't hear. Then there was a sudden shrill screech in the air and I reach for my sword at my side as I look cautiously into the woods.

"What is that?" Bilbo asks as he steps closer to the fire.

"Orcs…" Kili says ominously.

I look to Thorin as Kili says this and see Thorin jerk awake from his doze.

Bilbo looks at Kili and Fili, frightened and asks, "Orcs?"

Fili and Kili look at each other for a moment before Fili continues. "Throat cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there. Lowlands are crawling with them."

Kili adds, "They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick and quiet. No screams, just lots of blood."

Bilbo starts to glance around him in fright. I frown as Fili and Kili look at each other and laugh. I get up and walk a little away as Thorin gets up and starts walking to me. "You think that's funny? You think a night raid by Orcs is a joke?"

Kili and Fili frown and look down as Kili says, "We didn't mean anything by it."

"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world." Thorin says as he comes up to stand next to me. He puts his hand in the middle of my back, because he knows how I feel about Orcs. Thorin and I stood, looking out over the valley as Balin walked up to the young Dwarves.

"Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin and Arien have more cause than most to hate Orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, Kind Thror tried to retake the ancient Dwarf Kingdom of Moria but our enemy had got there first."

As he spoke those words, I looked at Thorin to see a faraway look in his eyes. I let myself become succumbed to my memory as I stroked my right arm.

Battle of Azanulbizar

Thousands of Dwarves and Orcs are fighting in front of the gates of Moria. I feel like I'm back in that battle as I look and see Thorin, Thror, Thrain, Balin, and Dwalin fighting fiercely. I am fighting alongside them. I slay many Orcs and Wargs. I can tell it has been a long time because Dwalin still has his battle Mohawk. I look as I see a flash of pale flesh engage in a fight.

-"Moria had been overrun by an army of Orcs led by the vilest Orc of them all; Azog, the defiler. The giant Gundobad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King." I heard Balin's voice speak in the distance of my mind.-

Azog defeating Thror, holds up the fallen King's head as he roars in triumph before flinging the head at Thorin and it landed at his feet.

Thorin stared at the head before yelling in agony. I looked to Thorin, becoming distracted causing an Orc to slice my right arm. I yelled in pain before using my left arm to strike back, killing the Orc.

-"Thrain; driven mad by grief; went missing, was taken prisoner or killed. We didn't know. We were leaderless, Death was surely upon us. Arien was attacked and it left a scare on her right arm." –

Soon many of us were being overpowered or running away. I looked up to see Thorin's face contort into determination from the grief stricken look.

-"That is when I saw him: a young Dwarf Prince facing down the Pale Orc. Arien soon joining him at his side."-

As Thorin faces Azog; the Orc swings his mace and knocks Thorin's shield and sward out of his hand. Thorin falls down from the impact down an embankment. As Azog leaps to attack Thorin, I run and jump to attack the Orc. As the Pale Orc turns his attention onto me and we engage in a ferocious battle but I'm soon over powered and thrown to the side and Azog turns to strike Thorin. But the distraction from Thorin caused Thorin to have time to grab a sword and a branch of Oak that he used as a shield.

-"They stood against their foe with no help from the others. Thorin wielded nothing but an oak branch for a shield and Arien with an injured arm."-

Azog swings his mace but Thorin takes the branch shield and blocks the attack. Azog keeps attacking Thorin but Thorin's makeshift shield prevails.

I recover from the previous fight and fight my way back to Thorin and Azog. Just as Azog swings again, I jump into the fight and slash the orc, leaving a gash on his chest. Azog pulls back in pain before coming back with more fever. Thorin reaches up with his sword and cuts of Azog's left arm. Azog clutches his arm, howling in pain, and backs off.

-"Azog learned that day that the Durin line would not be so easily broken."-

Azog is led into Moria by Orcs and Thorin rallies the Dwarves to battle. The Dwarves take courage and return to fighting. We have the advantage now. Our enemy was pushed back and soon defeated.

-"We defeated our enemy, but there was no feast, nor song that night. Our dead was beyond the count of grief. Few survived."-

Few Dwarves that were left were walking among the corpses, looking for familiar faces. I stood at the top of a hill, looking at the carnage. Thorin stepped next to me and I looked at him with tears in my eyes as my face scrunched up in horror. I looked down the hill at Balin and Dwalin along with a few other stranglers. Balin was weeping and clutching his brother as he sobbed.

-"I thought to myself then, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King."-

Flashback ends

Silence rang out from the clearing as all the Dwarves now stood in respect at Thorin. We turned around and saw all of them standing a small glance of a smile appeared on his face. We walked down to the group.

"And what of the Pale Orc?" The Halfling ask. Thorin's face fell with sadness. "What happened to him?"

"He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago." Thorin said.

Looking over at Balin and Gandolf, their faces told a different story.