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「 Chapter 8 」

"Stay together!" ordered Gandalf "Hurry now!"
Ilèyn darted past the blond dwarf and after Gandalf and the dwarfs, Fili close behind her.
"Arm yourselves!"
They reached the group when there was a loud rustling, paired with ominous yelling as the bushes parted.
"Thieves! Fire! Murder!"
A group of hares, harnessed to a wooden sleigh like horses in front of a carriage, dashed out of the bushes. Ilèyn couldn't believe her eyes. She had drawn both combat knives and stood perplexed, surrounded by Fili, Bilbo and the rest of the group, when the said sledge came to a stop in front of the community.
Each of the dwarves had their weapons drawn, and some were yelling at the unknown threat.
An old man, completely disheveled, with confused eyes and in ragged clothes, stood in front of them from one moment to the next.

"Radagast!" Ilèyn heard the relief in Gandalf's voice and relaxed a little. Her gaze wandered briefly to Fili, who was standing next to her and was looking at the really strange visitor with an irritated expression.
"It's Radagast, the Brown." announced Gandalf, whereupon most of the dwarfs lowered their weapons. Ilèyn remained skeptical and watched Gandalf approach the eccentric.
"What on earth are you doing here?" he asked in a lowered voice.
"I was looking for you, Gandalf!" burst out of the ragged old man "Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong!"
"Yes?" asked the gray-bearded wizard cautiously.
Radagast raised his finger and took a deep breath. He did not say anything.
He started one more time, and this time too he didn't come out with the language.
Ilèyn put her daggers back in the holder on her back and looked around the group disgruntled.
"Just give me a minute!" Radagast still had raised his left index finger. He groaned indignantly, "Oh... I had a thought and now I've lost it! It was right there on the tip of my tongue!"
The nature of this old man really began to strain Ilèyn's nerves.
"Oh!" the strange contemporary suddenly exclaimed, "It's not a thought at all." he mumbled with his tongue half hanging out.
Ilèyn watched how Gandalf's hand came closer to the mouth of the old man, while the latter continued to speak. "It's a silly old" Gandalf pulled something long from the tongue of the brown-clad gentleman "stick insect" ended Radagast.
Gandalf dropped the insect on Radagast's hand.
Ilèyn watched this whole scenario with wide eyes, her brow furrowed in disgust. She quickly averted her gaze, meeting Bilbo's extremely disgusted eyes before moving away from the group.
The dwarf with the light gray hair and the elaborate braided hairstyle was leaning against a tree next to her. Right next to him stood the quiet and shy dwarf, whom Ilèyn had to help with the trolls and looked at her with his big eyes more conspicuously than inconspicuously.
"And that's what they call a wizard." the gray-haired man scolded softly.
Ilèyn turned to him doubtfully.
"This is a wizard?" she asked directly.
The dwarf gave her a look that Ilèyn couldn't really read. As if he were more than surprised that she would dare to speak to him.
"Well ..." he began "Yes, Gandalf told us about him. He is one of them." The dwarf pointed to the two wizards, who were deep in conversation and stood a little way away from the group.
Ilèyn looked down the bank for a moment. Gandalf was just letting the other wizard pull his pipe.
"I don't know how he got that position." the dwarf ended next to her and gave a short laugh. He had probably noticed that he had had a reasonably friendly conversation with Ilèyn, because his expression quickly darkened again and he cleared his throat loudly and turned his body a little away from her.
Ilèyn gave the dwarf a resigned look before she wanted to go up the embankment.

At that moment there was a strange sound, like a wolf. Everyone in the company, including the two wizards, listened and looked around.
"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo looked helplessly at one of the dwarfs, who was holding a large hammer half the size of a pickaxe. "Are there wolves out here?"
"Wolves?" the dwarf replied immediately, "No, that is not a wolf."
A threatening growl approached above the group. With a jerk the dwarfs whirled around and saw a beast standing on the rocks above them. Wargs. Before the others had reacted, Ilèyn had a bow and arrow at hand and fired at the moment when the warg rushed into the group and on the dwarf with whom Ilèyn had just spoken. The long arrow dug deep into the flesh of the wolf-like creature and hit the heart directly. The warg immediately lay motionless. But a second warg was already jumping towards the group from the other side when Kili fired one of his arrows, which hit the warg on a foreleg. This then fell and was killed by the broad, bald dwarf.
Gandalf came up quickly and examined the animals.
"Warg Scouts!" growled Thorin. He looked around, "Which means an orc pack is not far behind."
"Orc pack?" asked Bilbo, who was now standing next to Ilèyn and Gandalf, stunned.
"Who did you tell about your quest beyond your kin?" asked Gandald angrily and marched towards Thorin. Ilèyn pricked up her ears.
"No one." answered Thorin to the wizard.
"Who did you tell?" asked Gandalf emphatically.
"No one, I swear!" said Thorin "What in Durin's name is going on?"
Gandalf became restless.
"You are being hunted." he just said.
"We have to get out of here." said Ilèyn and looked determinedly at the wizard.
"We can't!" shouted the youngest dwarf above the embankment "We have no ponies! They bolted!"
Completely perplexed, Bilbo began to walk around like a startled chicken. Ilèyn grabbed the hobbit by the arm and motioned for him to stop at last.
"I'll draw them off!" announced Radagast at once.
Everyone present stared at the ragged old wizard in amazement.
"These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you." said Gandalf warningly.
"These are Rhosgobel rabbits." Radagast replied and a small smile stole onto his face. "I'd like to see them try."
With these words he dashed to his sled, jumped up, and urged the rabbits to run. They did as they were told and the wizard was already on his way out of the forest.
Gandalf immediately signaled the group to pursue the sledge. The company reached the edge of the forest when another gruesome yowl sounded. Through the trees, Ilèyn saw the shape of the sled with its owner on it. This was pursued by several wargs, some of them mounted, some without riders.
The sledge maneuvered at breakneck speed between the large rocks that lined the plain next to the forest. The wargs close behind him, Radagast hooked one hook after the other, which actually caused some of the animals to trip and fall.
"Come on now!" the wizard ordered his companions sternly and hurried ahead directly to the plain. Without further discussion, the company followed, including Ilèyn. They reached the first boulders, in whose cover they worked their way further and further to the plain. Suddenly Radagast's sleigh crossed the group's path. Ilèyn, who was running at the head of the group next to Gandalf, stopped abruptly and took the opposite direction. When she saw that one of the dwarfs was running too far ahead, she grabbed him by the strap of his bag and dragged him back behind the rock. Again it was the youngest of the dwarfs. Why was he even here? Ilèyn wondered as the group hid behind a larger rock. She had probably never run so much, at least not with such loads on her shoulders.
Again the brown wizard's rabbit sled slid too close to the group, so that Gandalf motioned for the dwarfs and the hobbit to start running only on his signal. The wizard waited patiently until the pack of orcs had moved a little further away from them and now beckoned the dwarves to the next larger boulder.
"All of you, come on! Quick!"
Thorin and Ilèyn were the last in line.
"Where are you leading us?" Oakenschild asked, completely out of breath.
The wizard did not answer and followed those who had already run ahead. Thorin gave Ilèyn an exasperated look before hurrying after him, followed by her.
The company quickly reached a flat and wide boulder, in the cover of which they lined up, when a suspicious growl sounded overhead. No doubt an orc had climbed the rock on his warg and was now on the lookout for the dwarves. It was only a matter of time before they were discovered.
Ilèyn followed Thorin's gaze, who indicated his nephew Kili with a nod in the direction of his bow to shoot the orc.
Since Ilèyn was holding her bow firmly in her hand the whole time, she too drew an arrow without being asked and prepared herself. She didn't trust the young archer and didn't want to risk anything.
Kili took three quick steps out of cover, pointed his weapon at the top of the rock, and shot.
At the same moment Ilèyn scurried next to him, also fired and hit the orc trying to give the alarming blow to his horn. Kili had hit the shoulder of the warg, who now went to the ground and fell down the stone with his rider, right in front of the company's feet.
Before another of the dwarfs had reacted, Ilèyn had already rushed up to the beast with her knife drawn and rammed the weapon into the head of the orc lying on the ground. A dwarf with pitch black hair stabbed the warg madly with his lance, which made the beast made pitiful noises.
Even the rest of the orcs had probably not missed all of this. Wild howls rang out from among the rocks. The company was blown.
"Move! Run!" exclaimed Gandalf.
Ilèyn pulled her knife out of the orc's head and went after the company with the black-haired dwarf. The group fled on and on, meanwhile most of the rocks on the plain have been replaced by isolated conifers, which protruded like small towers from the orange-green grass. The area became more hilly and it looked like they were trapped in a huge cauldron. The wargs appeared on the hills, barking loudly and drooling, and gradually the group was crowded together.
"This way! Quickly!" Gandalf shouted again.
Ilèyn caught up with Fili, who looked panicked at the enemy with his weapon raised.
"There's more coming!" shouted Kili.
"Kili! Shoot them!" it came in response.
Ilèyn had already started shooting several arrows. She hit every single target in the head. But as many as she shot down, so many new mounted wargs appeared on the hills around them.
"We're surrounded!" Fili shouted.
Now Kili had also started to fire on the enemy.
Ilèyn and Fili were pushed further and further towards the rest of the group, which was standing around a boulder protruding from the ground.
"Where's Gandalf?" someone shouted angrily.
"He abandoned us!" the bald man scolded.
The youngest dwarf just shot with his slingshot against the head of a warg, but couldn't do much with it. The enemies were getting closer and closer.

"Hold your ground!" ordered Thorin loudly and brandished a large, modestly decorated blade, which he held defensively in front of his body.
Kili and Ilèyn continued to fire arrows at the orcs and wargs from their positions, but they did hardly any damage.
In the corner of her eye, Ilèyn suddenly saw a tall gray figure.
"This way, you fools!" called Gandalf, who had appeared in an almost invisible crevice. Immediately the dwarfs whirled around and approached the rock. One by one, including the hobbit, they were gone with a little jump among the stones. Thorin, Fili, Kili and Ilèyn remained, who slowly retreated to the rock in the dry grass. When Fili reached the crevice, one of the wargs rushed to grab Thorin, but Thorin struck so hard with his sword that he immediately knocked the beast down. Ilèyn was right behind the blonde when Thorin called for his second nephew.
"Kili!" he roared at the archer, who hadn't moved far from his spot, as if he would still be able to repel the enemy all by himself.
Ilèyn immediately turned around and ran to the brown-haired on the plain, well aware of the risk that the orcs could rush towards them at any time.
They now noticed that something was wrong with the behavior of the group and hurried to get closer.
"Come on now, you madman!" Ilèyn barked halfway. Kili whirled around and began to run towards her. At that moment a mounted warg leaped towards the dwarf. Ilèyn hurried forward and shot an arrow, which got stuck in the middle of the head of the animal, which stumbled on it and buried its rider under itself.
Ilèyn turned and sprinted after Kili. They both slid down the smooth rock, followed by Thorin and tumbled at the feet of the rest of the troop.
Ilèyn straightened up immediately when the cutting sound of a horn sounded. This sound was immediately followed by the clatter of hooves, the sounds of fighting from swords and bows, howls and roars of the orcs and the wargs, until suddenly a figure rolled down the rock. The group backed away from the orc, who however remained motionless.
The noise above their heads died as quickly as it came, Ilèyn crouched down and drew a narrow arrow from the neck of the dead orc. Similar to the ones she always made or got herself.
"Elves." she grumbled when Thorin snatched the arrow from her hand.
"I cannot see where the pathway leads!" said the bald dwarf, who had made out a narrow passage in the rock, "Do we follow it or not?"
"Follow it of course!" Immediately came the answer from the dwarf with the big hat, who ran directly behind his comrade, followed by all the rest.
"I think that would be wise." Gandalf said casually.
And so the company disappeared in the long corridor between the jagged rocks.