The Rebel (Thorin x OC)

Reunited

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'Italics' Are our elves speaking in Sindarin

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"Captain!"

I looked toward where the voice had come from and saw Veryan running frantically in our direction.

Bregolien and I had made our way further into the battlefield. It was difficult to make it to where we are now, but we were still not close enough to the mountain

"Veryan!" I called out as soon as he came to stop before us. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay with my niece and the unit in Dale!"

"I know..." Veryan said, taking a deep breathe. "I have been keeping watch from Dale, and I came to inform you that Dáin Ironfoot has called the dwarves from the Iron Hills to retreat back to the mountain."

Bregolien gritted his teeth and turned to look at me.

"We'll never make it back to the mountain in time." Bregolien growled out. "There's thousands of orcs in our way, not to mention giant trolls as well."

"Have you seen my nephews?" I questioned suddenly. "And what of our kin? Are they with the dwarves?"

"The moment Dáin recalled his people our friends began to quickly follow in their retreat." Veryan said, turning around to slash the neck of an orc that was coming toward us.

I pulled my arm back and bought my sword to block a jagged edge that was close touching me, the orc possibly thinking that he could take advantage of my lowered defenses. Bregolien, at the moment of the orcs stupor, finished the filth off.

"And my nephews?" I questioned in irritation.

"From what I could see, they're close to Dáin." Veryan said.

I sighed in irritation before turning to look at the field in front of us; there was still a vast amount of land to cover before we even make it close to the gates of Erebor.

"What are we going to do Captain..." Bregolien questioned, glancing toward the mountain as well.

"My nephews and our friends are there and will hold them off as long as they can. We make for the mountain!" I stated rushing forward into the army of orcs, dodging and sliding under any enemy that got in my way. "And we must be quick!"

"Yes Captain!" Veryan and Bregolien said, running on both sides of me.

(Beriohtarion's P.O.V)

"Fall back!" I heard Dáin's voice cut through the noise on the battlefield. "Fall back! To the mountain!"

"Retreat back to the mountain!" I yelled out to our friends around us.

"Brother..." Balamaethor called to me quietly, his back to my own. "there's too many..."

"I know..." I said quietly. "Dáin has called a retreat back to the mountain and we must follow."

I felt Balamaethor nod his head before we both began to quickly make our way back to where the dwarves were.