Fitting in ~

The foe revealed. A premature departure

"RUN!" Gandalfs call was like a starting gun for a race you had not wanted to join. But you had no choice- none of you did. The Wargs were coming. You ran down the mountainside as the howling of the pack came upon you. Each dwarf, hobbit and wizard brandished their blade. You held your own as well, the bone sword that you prayed would hold up to the onslaught of wargs.

Air pushed in and out of your lungs as you ran with your head down, watching where your feet went. A trip now could mean death at the jaws of one of those nasty dog like creatures. And you had seen the close and personal view of those teeth. You did not want to see them again.

You turned back to give a check on how close they were. The wargs were moving through the twilight trees, the sound of feet and barking a constant jolt of adrenaline to your heart. The green eyes reflected in the night, glowing as they came closer to you and your companions.

"There gaining !" You called to the company, nudging poor Bombur along. "Hurry hurry!"
You felt the breath of one close now, the heat of its body a furnace beneath your feet. You turned and saw it, the blazing evil eyes hungry with that nasty lip curled. You swung your blade backwards, carving across the creatures nose and eyes. It howled in pain, blind and furious. It leapt, jumping for your throat.

Dawlins axe fell onto it's leg, shifting the creatures momentum. It's jaws snapped on thin air as it fell sideways. Thorin was their, orcisht shining bright and falling down into the beast putrid heart, giving the deathblow. You gasped, thankful for the help but having no time to say thanks as you ran.

But the mountain went no further. You reached its edge, gazing down at the vertical drop that lay below. No living thing alive could survive that fall. None that did not have wings that is. Your heart was jack hammering in your chest, hands clammy as your blade dripped with blood.

"Quickly- into the trees" Gandalf called and you need no more. You scrambled up the nearest pine, praying that it would take your weight. The bark cut your fingers as you trudged upward. Higher and higher - you had to get up and away. Your hand landed on a dead branch though and it snapped.

A scream escaped your lips as you tumbled, hands reaching for any sort of catch to break your fall. You grabbed at something that felt sturdy and strong, hands becoming claws as you clung.

"Ag- Balin help me !" It was Thorin. Somehow he had reached out and snagged you mid plummet. His face strained, and you held on.

"Thorin don't you let me fall- don't do it !" You gasped and he snarled. "I wasn't planning to you idiot !" With the strength of two dwarves in the falling night, you scrambled into the network of pine branches, gasping and clinging.

"I hope the tree doesn't break with this extra weight. " Throin muttered

"I'm not THAT fat !" You cried, indignantly "besides I heard dwarf narcissism is heavier then a mountain."

Thorin gave a wane smile as Balin checked the branch you were perching on.

"It will hold lassie." He said now, a weary look on his face. "But keep that blade out. You will need its help." You nodded.

The warg pack flooded beneath the trees around you, easily over a dozen of the brutes as they snarled and snapped at your trees. Their teeth flashed yellow in the moonlight as their cacophony of howls and barking growls resounded in your eardrums.

"What do we do now ?" You asked Balin and Thorin.

"Nothing y/n - we stay on our guard.." Balin answered you. You watched with grim face as the pack leapt at the trees and howled into your faces. Honestly you felt like a cat having been chased up a tree by dogs. They meandered beneath the branches, baleful eyes glaring at you.