A tale of a Hobbit, a Wizard, thirteen Dwarves, a Siren, and how they traveled across Middle-Earth, fought their way through every danger imaginable, and made it out alive...Hopefully.
Thorin x OC
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BRANCHES WERE TORN FROM THE TREES, snapping in the beasts mouths, the trees themselves swaying from the Wargs bodies constantly slamming into their trunks.
The tree began to lean a little too far to one side and quickly went down. A few Dwarves, Bilbo and Adella jumping to the next tree, which fell from the sudden weight just as easily as the first. They jumped again to the next tree in line, with just as little success.
The last and final tree was their only option, now with thirteen Dwarves, a Hobbit, a Wizard and a Siren, it was a miracle the tree didn't immediately fall like the others had.
Azog laughed, watching as they clung to the tree. They were out of places to run.
A flaming ball whizzed past the companies heads. They turned to find the source of the ball of fire. Much to their surprise, it was actually a pinecone set ablaze by their very own Wizard.
"Fili!" Gandalf tossed a flaming pinecone to the young prince. One by one dropping more down to the others. Adella seeming to enjoy the fire a little too much. She swung the blazing object through the air, striking her target square on the nose. It bounced off, setting another's paw on fire.
The Wargs retreated, much to Azog's dismay, the company cheering. They would take all the wins they could get, no matter how temporary.
Due to their small celebration and constant moving, the final tree began to feel the effects of sixteen bodies. It swayed slightly, before it began its fall, ending with the company dangling over the cliff they had tried so hard to avoid.
Ori's grip failed him and he went down, quickly clutching his oldest brothers leg to save himself. Dori groaned and grunted at the sudden weight added to him. He held on for dear life, not ready to let himself, or his brother, die. "Mr. Gandalf!" Dori felt his grip slipping. "Aah!" He screamed as he fell, but was thankfully saved by Gandalf's staff.
Adella stared anxiously at the two dangling Dwarves, wanting to help but wasn't sure how. Her attention soon torn from them by a loud roar of an Orc. Her head shot in the direction it came from, Thorin being knocked to the ground.
She watched intently as he stood once more, but just as he had, Azog had knocked him down again.
The Siren carefully stood on the shaky trunk. She promised herself she'd get him to that mountain. They were so close. She wouldn't give up now. She ran towards the Orc, dagger in one hand, boomerang in the other.
She stood before the pale Orc, covering Thorin from the next attack. The Orc snarled, the Warg opening it's large mouth. She crossed her weapons over her face, yet the white Warg still advanced, pressing closer to the Siren. She used all her strength to push back.
