Middle Earth Gamer

Battle of Five Armies

The battle rages on outside the gates of Erebor as the Orc forces continue their relentless assault. Taranis stands beside Thranduil, cutting down Orc after Orc with Anguirel. The battle is at its height, and the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded fill the air.

Thranduil (slicing through an Orc with grace):
"The Orcs will not stop until we are all dead!"

Taranis (gritting his teeth, striking another Orc):
"Then we'll make sure they know the price of crossing us!"

As they fight, a massive Orc warrior swings his blade at Thranduil, aiming for the Elven king's side. Taranis, with lightning-fast reflexes, leaps forward and deflects the blow with Anguirel, sending the Orc's weapon flying.

Taranis (shouting to Thranduil as he cuts down the Orc):
"Watch your flank, Thranduil!"

Thranduil (narrowing his eyes in gratitude):
"I see you, Storm. You fight well."

But before Taranis can reply, Azog's forces push forward, and the two are forced to separate. As Taranis continues his fight, Thranduil is struck by an Orc's spear that glances off his armor. In that moment, a huge Warg charges toward him, its rider aiming a spear directly at his chest. Taranis sees this and rushes to the Elven king's aid.

Taranis (shouting as he slices through the Warg's rider):
"Move!"

Taranis cuts the rider down, and the Warg stumbles, giving Thranduil a moment to regain his composure. Thranduil, acknowledging the saving blow, gives Taranis a slight nod.

Thranduil (with a rare, appreciative tone):
"I owe you one, Storm."

Inside Erebor, Thorin stands in front of the treasure hoard, his eyes wide, wild with greed and madness. Gandalf tries to reach him, but it's no use. Thorin is too far gone, and the hallucinations of Smaug's voice cloud his judgment.

Thorin (in a disoriented state, hearing Smaug's voice):
"I will not share my treasure with anyone!"

Smaug's voice (echoing in Thorin's mind):
"You are mine now. Nothing is more precious than gold."

Thorin stumbles, falling to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. His grip on the treasure tightens, his obsession taking hold. Dáin enters the throne room and sees the state Thorin is in.

Dáin Ironfoot (shouting in disbelief):
"Thorin! Snap out of it!"

As the madness begins to subside, Thorin's breathing grows heavy, and the hallucinations begin to fade. He stands, steadying himself, and looks at Dáin, realizing the depth of his mistake.

Thorin (with regret, shaking his head):
"I... I have lost my mind."

Dáin Ironfoot (placing a hand on his shoulder):
"Aye, but you're not lost yet, lad. We need you."

Thorin looks to the outside of Erebor, the battlefield in chaos.

Thorin (steadily, a fire rekindling in his eyes):
"Then let's end this, once and for all."

The battle rages on as Taranis stands at the forefront of the conflict. Orcs and Wargs are being cut down left and right, and the ground beneath him is littered with their corpses. With each strike of his blade, he can feel the familiar surge of power coursing through him. But this time, something is different. His body feels stronger, faster.