Exiled (The Hobbit)

3. Battle of Moria

The company stopped at a cliff face, which looked over the vast dry land. After dinner, many fell asleep, but Fili, Kili, Lyra, Dasis, and Gandalf stayed up talking to each other or just sitting back minding their own business

Fili and Kili jumped up, hearing a stick break not that fair off. Thorin's eyes opened hearing a light giggle, Lyra got up ''Sister, what news do you bring?'' She asked as Osonia walked through the bush's holding a large wine bottle

Fili and Kili looked between the three sisters. Lyra had brown hair, dark skin, green eyes, and a well witted personality. While Atari had fair skin, a cocky approach to things, defence's, and, well that's the only things the bothers knew. But this new sister had shiny white hair, dark eyebrows, and lightly tanned skin and was a drunk

''They laid still, form what I got'' She placed the bottle in Lyra hands ''Got you something'' her voice was clear. She wasn't a drunk she was just out of breath from getting up the steepest part of the hill

''Butterscotch? I don't like Butterscotch sister'' ''Oh does N-Atari?'' ''She doesn't'' ''Well~'' Osonia took it back ''I'll drink it'' Lyra sighed ''Where have you been dear?'' Gandalf asked Osonia flashed him a fake smile ''Across rivers, under hills, over mountains, here and about'' Gandalf chuckled ''You forget dear I do not understand riddles''

''I don't either Gandalf'' her smile dropped like Gandalf's ''Where is Atari, Lyra?'' ''Over there'' Osonia made her way over to the darkest corner ''Briinah. Zu'u'm buk'' Atari eye opened slowly ''Tol drey nust say?'' ''Nust fen stay votil Mu move fah ward wah fin plan''

(Sister. I'm back) (What they say?) (They will stay until we move forward to the plan)

''pruzah. Praan hin miin Mindok briinah, hi drey fen'' ''Thank hi'' Osonia went over to Lyra, resting her tired head on her shoulder. Lyra watched as Dasis stood to feed her pony a red apple

(Good... Rest your eyes know sister, you did well) (Thank you)

She was half done when a scream of pure evil run through the clearing, scaring the pore hobbits ''Fili, Kili what was that?'' she scuffles over to the brothers ''Orcs'' Kili said as Bilbo jumped up from his bed to hold Dasis arm

''Orcs?'' Bilbo asked in a high voice to wake Thorin up. Thorin glanced around, looking in Atari direction to find her wide awake glaring at the brothers ''Throat cutters''

''There'll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them'' Kili harshly whispered ''They strike in the wee small hours when everyone is asleep. Quick and quiet, no screams. Just lost of blood''

Atari growled, gaining Lyra's attention ''Stop it, these are not things to laugh about'' she hissed, seeing the fear crawling into the hobbit's eyes ''You think it is funny? A night raid by Orcs?'' Thorin snapped stomping over to them

''No. we didn't mean anything by it'' The brother looked down guilt washing over them ''No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world'' Thorin stomped over the cliff face

''Sister'' Lyra watched Atari place her sword on her side ''What about Osonia?'' ''She needs rest come'' Lyra sighed, getting her sword to follow her sister on her horse

''Where are they going?'' ''To kill some orc's, Ms hobbit'' Osonia mumble half asleep'' ''You shouldn't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs'' Balin must've woke a bit before

''After the dragon took the lonely mountain. King Thror tried to rename the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first'' The battle seen washed over everyone mind

''Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs. Led by the most, veil of all their race. Azog the defiler'' Osonia remember the clear blue eyes that burned into her own ''The giant Gundabad Orc, had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began... By beheading the king'' the king's head bounced along to Thorin's feet

''Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad for grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed. We do not know... We were leaderless. Defeat and Death were upon us. But that's where I saw them. A young dwarf prince and a warrior from a fair land faced down the pale orc. They stood alone against this terrible foe. Their armour went. The Prince wielding nothing but an oaken branch, she a small pocket knife... Azog the defiler learned that day... that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces railed and drove the orcs back''

Everyone listening, imaging what he said. The woman with night-black hair and blood all over her face, grabbing Azog's arms, flipping over him, so his head was in between her legs, in a headlock. Thorin took his chance and cut off his arm. Azog throws her off. She landed harshly on the floor, a spear going straight throw her chest

She laid there drying as the dwarves drove the orcs back ''Our enemy... Had been defeated. But there was no feast... nor song the night... For our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then... There is one who I can follow. There is one, I can call, king''

All the dwarves stood up, looking out to Thorin as he turned around. The wright on his shoulders heavy ''And the pale Orc? The woman? What happened to them?'' Dasis asked

''He slunk back into the howl whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago!'' Thorin snapped. Some in the camp looked at each other, knowing otherwise ''As for the woman, she was impaired by a spear and sadly died. We do not know her name" Dwalin said

''Her name was, Dione'' Osonia sat back drinking ''You know of her?'' ''She was our sister. She loved dwarves and their ways. So when she learnt that the line of Durin was going to war, she joined'' Osonia glared at Thorin ''You killed our younger sister''

''I'm sorry for your loss'' Balin rubbed her shoulder ''It was her choice to fight'' Thorin hissed ''You are right, but I blame the line of Durin for her death''

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Rain washed off the dried orc blood from Atari's skin, but she did not like the feeling of the raindrops hitting her skin ''Mister Gandalf can't you do something about this deluge'' Dori groaned

''It is raining master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world. You should find yourself another wizard'' Lyra giggled laying back on her horse

''I don't know why you hate the rain so much'' ''Do you want mud in your mouth?'' Osonia cut Lyra off, making her close it quickly ''Are there any?'' Bilbo asked ''What?'' ''Other wizards?''

''There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the white'' ''One you should avoid if you wish to do something fun'' Lyra pointed out ''Then there are the two blue's, you know I've quite forgotten their names''

''And who is the fifth?'' Dasis asked ''Well that would be Radagast the brown'' ''Is he a great wizard or is he more like you'' Atari clicked her tongue, trying to hold laugher in. Gandalf grumbles, taking a bit to answer

''I think he's a very great wizard. In his own way, he's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the east and a good thing too because always evil we'll look to find a foothold in this world''

Atari sniffed the air, smelling a rotten scent. The rain made it hard for her to locate where it was, but she could smell them ''Osonia'' Osonia looked up at her. Atari put her hand up and circled her figure. Osonia rode in front of the company, heading into the rain until she couldn't be seen

''What she doing'' Thorin stopped a bit in front of Atari. Atari didn't answer, as she clicked her fingers. Lyra loaded her bow. She knew something was watching her. She sent Osonia out to try to find it, while Lyra stay back and shot it down

''What do you smell?'' Gandalf asked ''There's a foul scent, I can't work out where or what it is, with the rain'' ''Are we safe on the road?'' Atari glanced at the trees ''For now, yes'' The dwarves heard her worlds and started to feel the growing tension in the forest, the fall of the rain making the silence louder