Dungeons Deep

Moon Runes and Many Meetings

Hello, everyone, I'm back again! I've started to update a bit quicker as I have had a rush of inspiration towards this story. I actually don't really like this chapter, but I have s few exciting things planned for the next one! I just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has been following this story so far, and especially the people have helped by giving me ideas and comments on it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Six: Moon Runes and Many Meetings

APOV

Howls roamed the air on the outskirts of the forest, only fifty feet away from Amariel and the company were. Although the sky was cerulean and the sun was shining like a golden globe, there was a darkness in the air and a dreadful odour. Radagast hopped onto his sleigh and urged his rabbits forward at a great speed, and raced out of the forest. Mithrandir nodded at the company and they all followed him carefully out of the forest and behind a huge boulder. The She-elf watched as the brown wizard grew further and further away, dozens of wargs and orc riders dangerously on his tail. She muttered a silent prayer that he would be alright. Even if he was extremely peculiar, he still volunteered to draw their hunters off, relieving them of a great deal of trouble.

"Come on," the grey wizard ordered and started to run down the dry, grass slope. Bilbo and her exchanged a curt look of concern before them and the rest of the dwarves followed Mithrandir. The terrain was rough and uneven, but with Amariel's elf abilities she was able to remain at her usual speed. Her heart pounded at every harrowing howl that consumed the air. She strongly detested orcs, it was natural for elves beyond any other species after all. Amariel had never hated anyone or anything in her life, but orcs were always fiddling with that record. Without warning, Thorin halted, seeing the warg pack dart past only yards in front of them. Attempting to swallow her fright, she turned to her old friend.

"Mithrandir," she muttered urgently, willing for him to do something.

"Stay together!" he finally called, and directed them forward again.

"Move!" Thorin urged loudly, pushing them onward. They dashed over the plains so fast that some of them wanted to fall over, but she willed them not to. As they were passing another graphite grey boulder, the dwarf prince paused hastily, pulling back Ori when he began to run from out of their hiding place.

"Ori, no! Comeback!" he called, and the young dwarf quickly backed back behind the rock. Hopefully, the warg hadn't seen him, or all their lives could be in more danger than they already were. After checking it was clear, Mithrandir beckoned the dwarves to carry on.

"Come on! Quick!" Amariel stayed just in time for Thorin to question the wizard.

"Where are you leading us?" It was a question, she had been to occupied and anxious to think about, but now he brought it up, she did wonder about it too. However, Mithrandir did not answer; he obviously didn't want Thorin to know and argue with him. But why wouldn't he tell him? She looked back at the forest and realized that it looked more familiar from far away. It looked exactly like the forest of Trollshaws, but that meant there was only one close civilization that they could make to in their short time, and that was—no, Mithrandir wouldn't risk going there with this quest, especially not with a company of dwarves!
As Radagast and the line of ferocious orcs came into sight again, the company darted behind another particularly large outcropping, and pressed their bodies against it. The thumps of footsteps were heard from above them, making Amariel hold her breath, bite her bottom lip, and half close her eyes. Her hand inched slowly toward her sword just in case. The She-elf heard the foul creature sniff at the air and unsheathe his blade. Suddenly, Kili stepped out from the outcropping, arrow ready to fire, and shot at the orc's warg, sending tumbling to the ground, whimpering as it did so. The rider got off his limp beast and charged at them, roaring. Dwalin kicked him down and sliced his head with an axe, making him scream in pain. As the beast stood up again, Bifur hit it on the head with his weapon, and it fell silent. But Amariel felt far from relieved, for the orc-pack had also grown silent. They had heard the fight, and sensed where the company was. Now an entire orc pack was going to come after them. She shook her head, wondering how on earth they were going to survive this. The howls erupted again, and the chase began.