Alvar felt bad leaving Tauriel behind, but they couldn't be distracted by the Dwarves or affairs of Mirkwood.
Once they stopped just below a mountain of rocks, the two Elves got off the horse and began to run up. They hid behind the rocks on the peak, watching the Orc fortress.
"Gundabad." Alvar never thought she'd see this place or anything if it's like. "What lies beyond?" She asked. Stories only told so much.
"An old enemy. The ancient kingdom of Angmar. This fortress was once its stronghold. It is where they kept their great armories. Forged their weapons of war."
"A light. I saw movement." Alvar did not mean to cut him off, but they both ducked the moment she said it.
"We wait for the cover of night. It is a fell place, Alvar. In another age, our people waged war on those lands."
Alvar noticed him turn away from the fortress. She was not one for stories, her attention didn't last long enough to hear the ending, but this was never in stories for everyone to hear.
Alvar only knew of this because her father fought behind those walls, protecting the King, but he was not able to save the Queen.
"My mother died there. My father dies not speak of it. There is no grave. No memory. Nothing."
Alvar didn't know what to say. She had nothing to relate to his pain, she was not close to her parents and rarely missed them, but the way Legolas spoke so fondly of his mother, it made Alvar wish she could do the same about hers.
She felt empathy for him but didn't express it. The chance to say something grew further as they both fell silent.
Clouds began to come and night was close to follow. They had spent most of the time in silence, but it was a comfortable silence.
"If we are going in- we should move now." They both laid back behind the rocks when foul creatures came from below.
Bats flew around, shrieking as they made their way to the fortress.
When it was clear, they looked up.
"They are swarming." Alvar watched the bats circle in the air.
"Those bats are bred for one purpose."
Alvar couldn't begin to imagine what terrible things those were meant for. "For what?" She questioned.
"For war."
Alvar hadn't realized her hand rested on her knife when she saw Bolg. The spawn of Azog the Defiler. A product of the creature that killed her father.
He shouted something and a horn blew. The gates opened and an army emerged.
Alvar knew Tauriel was with the people of Laketown. "We must warn the others."
"We may be too late- hurry!" Legolas and Alvar ran down the rocks and mounted the horse.
When they reached Dale and the doors of the mountain, fires burned in the city and Dwarves, Orcs, Men, and Elves all fought outside the great mountain.
Orcs had made it into the city while everyone else fought in the valley bellow the gates.
Men, Elves, Orcs, and Dwarves all fought in the valley that fell before the gates of the great mountain. Even more of them fought in the city of Dale.
"Gandalf!" They ride until the found the wizard.
"Legolas Greenleaf."
"Alvar." Tauriel ran past the hobbit and wizard. "Where have you been?" She asked.
"There is no time." Alvar grabbed her arm and pulled her along.
"There is a second army. Bolg leads a force of Gundabad Orcs. They are almost upon us." Legolas told the old man.
"Gundabad. This was their plan all along. Azog engages our forces, then Bolg sweeps in from the north."
"Wha—Th-The north?" The hobbit asked. "Where is the north exactly?"
"Ravenhill."
"Ravenhill? Thorin is up there. And Fili and Kili. They're all up there."
Alvar watched Tauriel pay closer attention at the mention of his name, but when she looked back after only a second of looking away, Tauriel was already leaving.
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sorry this chapter is so long awaited. i have spent so much time trying to rewrite my hotd fic i forgot about the rest.
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