Finding Home

Chapter eleven

"Oh, come on!" Dain shouts, and once again, I hear more rumbling, and behind us on the hill facing the entrance of Erebor, comes a large creature. He's completely white, has a chunk of metal for part of his arm, and has what looks like claw marks across his face. He speaks in some language that I can't understand, but it gives me a bad feeling in my gut. When he does this, an army comes out over the hill into view, with a large wooden structure leading it. The white creature says something and the wooden structure moves, showing fabric, which causes a horn to sound. Orcs start to come out of the holes in the ground that the giant 'worms' made.

"The hordes of hell are upon us! To battle! To battle, sons of Durin!" Dain shouts, and his army turns and rushes toward the oncoming orcs.

"What do we do?" I ask Bard

"We stand our ground!" He replies and I swallow hard, freaking out.

While the Dwarves run towards to Orcs, the elves don't move a muscle.

"The elves, will they not fight?" Bilbo asks

"Thranduil! This is madness!" Gandalf shouts at him. The dwarves have now built a wall of shields with their spears pointed outward. Thranduil shouts something, and suddenly some of the elves take action. They sprint to the dwarves and jump over their wall of shields, attacking orcs skillfully. The dwarves. The remaining elves march towards the battle, while Gandalf, Bilbo, Sav, and I stand in one place.

"Is this a good place to stand?" Bilbo asks, just as the wooden signalling device moves into another position. Hundreds of new orcs are coming out of the tunnels, including massive creatures that are twice- maybe three times- as tall as I am. Thranduil says something else in elvish, and the elves in formation pull out bows, notching arrows and firing them with amazing speed. The device changes once again, and Orcs that were standing behind the white creature with the metal arm start to move in the direction of Dale.

"Gandalf! They're going to the city!" I shout

"Azog is trying to cut us off!" He shouts. More orcs are coming out of the tunnels, and more large creatures with catapult- looking things on their backs.

"All of you, fall back to Dale! Now!" Bard shouts, and the people of lake town rush to the city trying to intercept the orcs. Gandalf and Bilbo run too, so Sav and I do so as well. As we're running, things start flying over us, hitting the walls of the city.

"They're catapulting rocks at the walls!" Sav says as we continue to run. We get into the city, it already filled with orcs.

"Patricia! This way!" Sav shouts behind me. I turn and run in that direction, following her into a building filled with weapons. "Pick something" She says, picking up some knives.

"Sav, I have no idea how to use any of this stuff. At least you know how to throw knives, I have nothing!" I say quickly.

"Then here. Stick the pointy end in the enemy." She says, handing me a sword. "You used one in your fancy cheerleading."

"Colorguard. And we threw those, not stabbed people with them!" Suddenly Sav shouts, and I turn around, accidentally stabbing an Orc in the process.

"What the fuck!" I scream, letting the sword fall to the ground, along with the orc.

"See, you'll get the hang of it. Now come on, there's probably more coming" She says, but I don't move

"How are you okay with this shit?"

"I'm not. I am freaking the fuck out. But people are dying, and we are going to too if we don't fight." She says, heading out. On our way out, we run into Bard.