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「 Chapter 47 」

The path ended on a stone-carved platform that bordered the lookout post. This was also equipped with several observation towers.
"Where are they?" asked Ilèyn in a lowered voice.
Then she and Bilbo heard the blows of swords and axes. The two looked at each other, startled.
"Die!" That was Dwalin, clearly.
But suddenly the noises of battle fell silent. With foreboding, Ilèyn and Bilbo ran on.
They reached a dark corridor and immediately they recognized the figures of Thorin and Dwalin, who looked around helplessly.
"Thorin!" shouted Bilbo as he and Ilèyn left the corridor.
The dwarf king spun around.
"Bilbo! Ilèyn!" he said, more than surprised.
"You have to leave here!" Ilèyn said hurriedly "Now!"
"Azog has an army attacking from the north!" exclaimed Bilbo.
Thorin's features derailed.
"This watchtower will be completely surrounded. With no way out." said Ilèyn.
"We are so close!" Dwalin said, "That orc scum is in there. I say we push on!"
"No!" said Thorin gravely, preventing Dwalin from walking past him into the corridors of the tower.
"That's what he wants!" said Ilèyn, and ran past Thorin, Bilbo, and Dwalin to climb the steps that led a platform higher. Once at the top she tried to look for Fili in the fog, but could not see him anywhere. Fear spread through Ilèyn and panic seized her mind.
"Find Fili and Kili. Call them back!" Thorin was saying to Dwalin.
"Thorin, are you sure about this?" asked Dwalin.
"Do it! We'll live to fight another day."
"Thorin, where is Fili?" Ilèyn called anxiously from above. "Where is he?"
Thorin looked at her, she could see that he didn't know the answer himself.
Ilèyn whirled around and looked around. She ran over a crumbling wall that led to the second observation tower. Several corridors began in front of her, which she would have liked to have searched all individually, but she did not want to stray too far from the others.
"Fili..." she said softly with a trembling voice "Where are you?"

A drum beat.
Another.
Drums in the depths of Ravenhill.
Ilèyn stopped immediately. Bilbo, Thorin, and Dwalin whirled around.
Ilèyn backed away until she was back at the top of the stairs.
Louder drums.
Torchlight illuminated the tower on which Ilèyn had just been standing.
She looked up the tower; the others did the same.
Out of the fog appeared the outline of a figure, which was slowly approaching.
Azog.
The pale orc stepped to the edge of the outlook platform on which he had appeared. He had grabbed Fili in his right hand and was dragging him along beside him.
Ilèyn let out a horrified breath and she took a few steps towards the tower again.
At that moment Azog shouted something in black language down to Thorin and pulled Fili with a brutal jerk over the edge of the platform.
"Fili!" Ilèyn exclaimed, her voice trembling and her heart beating up to her throat. Azog ignored her at all. He hissed another sentence and glared down at Thorin. He and Bilbo and Dwalin had run further out of Ilèyn's field of vision.
"Let go of him, you cursed...!" shouted Ilèyn and stormed away from the stairs to Azog. She had the daggers firmly in her hand, so that the skin above her knuckles of her fingers was white.
Ilèyn did not reach Azog.
One of the orcs who had come with him to Ravenhill appeared behind her. He drew his sword far back and struck her. Ilèyn reacted, but she reacted too late. When she turned away from the orc, he caught her with half the sword's length on the right shoulder. Ilèyn felt the sharp blade part her skin from her shoulder blade down to her hip.
A loud and painful scream escaped her and she went down. The pain numbed her body and she felt tears welling up in her eyes as she desperately tried to push herself up and run back to Fili. Her body failed her and she collapsed again, her tear-bleared gaze directed forward, where Azog was still holding Fili in his brutal grip.
Once more, Ilèyn propped up her upper body with all her strength.
"Fili!" she cried helplessly and out of sheer desperation and her body punished Ilèyn for this exertion with another wave of pain, which made her collapse again.
"Go!" Fili shouted and his sad and fearful look met Ilèyn's.
Azog raised his left arm, which was pierced with the long, sharp blade and held Fili directly in front of it.
"Run!" shouted the dwarf again before Azog, evil grinning, thrust the long blade into Fili's back.

An indescribably painful sting went through Ilèyn's heart and she gasped for air. Her heart skipped so long that she felt her senses fade. She couldn't hear anything anymore, her mouth was dry and there was nothing she could do but watch Azog let go of Fili and how the dwarf hit the stony ground. He remained motionless.
Ilèyn leaned back up with a groan, with all the strength she could muster and crawled as fast as possible to the stairs next to her. She worked her way down the steps. Her face contorted with pain, she tried to get up, propping herself up on the wall, which she succeeded after two attempts. She staggered forward, her eyes blackened and her body screamed for rest. Ilèyn ignored the signals from her body and shakily placed one foot in front of the other as fast as she could until she had reached Fili.
She stumbled forward and fell to the ground right next to him. She pushed herself up and crawled over to him until she could lean over him and look into his eyes.
The dwarf was still breathing.
"Ilèyn..." he gasped almost inaudibly.
"It's me, Fili, I'm here with you, I'm here." she said softly and stroked his forehead and cheek "I'll take care of you, you will... everything will be fine, everything... you will be fine". Ilèyn tried desperately to sound confident and smiled at Fili as tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that was running from her head wound and fell on the snow.
"I urgently need to tell you something..." Fili managed to say weakly.
"Me too." Ilèyn whimpered softly and brushed a strand from Fili's face.
"I love you, Mizimelûh." he said and his eyes lit up when he looked at her. Ilèyn smiled sobbing at him.
"I love you too, Fili, do you hear?" she said affectionately and held his face in her hands.
"Do you still have it with you...?" Fili asked with half-closed lids. Ilèyn immediately reached into the pocket of her doublet. She pulled out the Forget-me-not and showed it to Fili. The flower was still as if it had just been picked. The dwarf smiled weakly but satisfied.
"Thank you..." he whispered.
"Fili?" Ilèyn leaned more over him in horror. "Fili, please! Don't go, please don't!" The archer felt Filis' chest drop in a long exhale for the last time.
"Don't leave me alone..." Ilèyn whispered and stroked his cheeks "Please... don't leave me..."
Her body was caught in a heavy sob, her arms gave up and she collapsed over his body, crying. She didn't perceive anything from her surroundings anymore, if the orcs would come to her and struck her down, she would have been absolutely indifferent. The pain on her back was covered by the emptiness in her heart and soul, she felt like a shell from which all contents were brutally torn.

Her head could not think clearly, she felt how the blood from the wound on her back ran down her arm and how her top and coat soaked with it.
Again and again she was seized by strong sobs and she felt how the strength finally began to wane from her body.
Ilèyn opened the hand in which she had held the little blue flower the whole time.
The flower was dried up.
The Forget-me-not sailed from her hand onto the snow-covered ground into the puddle of blood that had formed under Fili's body.
Ilèyn's head grew heavier and heavier, her heartbeat slowed and she could barely breathe.
Then darkness enveloped her.