A Daughter of Warriors (A Hobbit Fanfiction)

Chapter 3-Last Minute Rescues

"Come and get me!"

Radagast's voice rung through the air as he let the orcs chase him. From where I was standing behind a boulder, I could see the whole scene play out. I couldn't help the grin that made its way to my face. Another exciting chase!

"Come on!" whispered Gandalf.

His command brought me out of my reverie and I readied myself behind the dwarves. With my bow at hand we ran from our hiding place and darted across the rocky plain. Radagast did well in leading the orcs away from us as we weaved in and out of the rocks. Suddenly Thorin stopped in his tracks, stopping us from crossing paths with the orcs. Phew, that was a close one!

Once we knew that the orcs were quite a distance away from us we continued on our weaving path.

"Where are you leading us?" I heard Thorin ask Gandalf.

But Gandalf didn't answer. I knew exactly where he was leading us but for once I chose to keep my mouth shut, knowing of the intense hatred that dwarves had for the elves.

The orcs continued their chase for Radagast, their swords raised high in the air, but one orc stopped in his tracks. Seeing this we all dived behind an outcropping of rocks. As I tried to slow my ragged breathing I heard the orc astride his warg climb onto the boulder. My skin prickled with anticipation. My hand reached back for an arrow and the feel of it sliding into place on my bow helped calm my breathing as I closed my eyes, waiting for the right moment. I had always learned that in battle, sometimes patience was key and it was not always wise to jump head first into battle. But I was taken by surprise when one of the dwarves (this one was also young but with dark hair) quickly jumped out into the open and sent his arrow flying into the orc. He sent them flying off the boulder. I huffed. How dare he take my moment! Although, I must admit that he was quite a good shot. Well...for a dwarf...

The wounded orc rose to his feet but then another large dwarf leapt forward and sent his axe crashing down onto the orc. The orc let out a whimper with his last breath. I raised my eyebrows, surprised at the battle skills these dwarves held.

Far in the distance the warg riders changed their course and made their way straight towards us. The howling of the wargs resounded through the plains and l looked to see the company panic-stricken. I should also probably feel that way but the adrenaline pumping through my veins stopped me from feeling any kind of fear.

"Move. Run!" shouted Gandalf.

Without any hesitation we all followed Gandalf. We sprinted past rocks, boulders, bushes and trees. Every now and then I would turn back to see the pack of orcs gaining on us. I wanted to run faster but I knew that I needed to stay at the back lest any dwarves go astray. As we ran I turned around and let loose the arrow that I already had taken out. It went flying through the skull of the orc in the front of the pack and he went crashing down with his warg.

"Yes!" I let out a small victory cry. But that victory was short lived as I turned back to see the leader of the orc pack emerge from the crest of the hill we were running towards. Other orcs came from behind him and filed beside their commander, circling all of us.

Thorin shouted some commands to the young dwarf with the bow and arrow. I looked around for Gandalf, knowing that he would know how to fix this, but my heart stopped as I saw that he was nowhere to be seen.

Damn that damnable wizard! Leaving us when we needed him the most!

Slowly the orcs and the wargs marched forward, closing in on their prey. The youngest dwarf began loading and unloading arrows, taking out an orc every now and then. I followed suit.

"Hold your ground!" shouted Thorin.

The dwarves circled up and readied their weapons. I joined them, still letting loose my arrows. But there seemed to be too many orcs.