Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 6 : Unwanted Fear

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

After riding for another day throughout luscious green valleys of parakeet blades of grass. We spent the night on a cliff side. Fili and Kili burnt a blazing fire whilst most of the dwarves slept and Bombur breathing in flies. Such a horrible sight. I sat, leaning against a rough tree with my Ember lying down beside me on my left. His fur coat pressing against my clothes. Gandalf was sat next to me smoking pipe-weed.

As Bilbo upjumped to give his chestnut horse a rich, red, ripe apple. A haunting noise rung in all our ears, menacing screeches that would frighten even the bravest of warrior. Myself included. Bilbo turns to look at Fili and Kili, "What was that?" He's walking nearer to them probably for reassurance.

Kili's face is stern and serious. "Orcs," He says quietly with a soft tone.

Bilbo runs over "Orcs?" He questions as Thorin; who was upright jumped to Bilbo's comment.

"Throat-cutters, they'll be dozens of them out there," Fili says, smoking. Bilbo's face begins to go pale as his mouth for the letter 'o'. Fili was joking, he knew Bilbo had any experience with an orc. So why would he be so foolish to say that?

"Low lands are crawling with them, they strike in the wee hours, when everyone's asleep. Quick and Quiet. There are no screams, just lots of blood. Kili's face was stern as he said it, but when he looked at Fili, a grin softly appeared on his scum face.

I roll my eyes, as Bilbo seems terrified, consumed with unwanted fear.

"I wouldn't see that as funny," I say, my tone serious and stern. Kili and Fili stare at me, dead in the eye. Probably shocked that I would come with such a thing, which i would for that matter.

"Do you think a night ride by orcs, is a joke?" I question him. It was like I was interrogating him. I see Gandalf looking at me in the corner of my eye. He shouldn't joke about these Orcs and their monstrous ways. People die in the hand of them. Innocent people.

He begins to stutter. Waiting for reaction. "I didn't mean everything by it,"

Thorin who was beginning to walk over, interrupts. "Of course, you didn't. You know nothing of the world," He stands near me, his eyes shadowed by his temples, soft light blue eyes but narrowed at me. "I could have handle that." He strides away from me, leaving me biting my lips in embarrassment.

"Don't mind him laddie," Balin walks up to the Kili and Fili's blazing fire as Thorin walks towards the ponies. Looking ; in depth, at the grey shaped clouds, curled and folded with hints and specters of the night blue sky shining through. "Thorin has more cause then most. To hate orcs"

I scoff discretely. No one had heard it.

"After the dragon took the lonely mountain. King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first" He begins to tell te tale.

I run my fingers through my stallion's ebony mane, then begin to get three sections and braids a luxurious braid. It would be small and hidden under the beachy curls of the mane.

"Moria had been taken by legions of orcs, led by the most vile of all there race. Azog. The defiler," He continues the tale. My lips separated when he said the word 'Azog'. It was liked many forgotten memories flooding back just by one word. My emerald green eyes widen as I continue to braid my stallions hair,. "The giant gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of durin," There was another pause as Bilbo glanced at Thorin.

"He began by beheading the king."

Silence.

The tale is proceed : "Thrain, Thorin's father was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless, defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him. A young dwarf prince facing down the pale orc," Balin said. With the complete concentration of the hobbit who was far away from home.

My eyes were hair asleep, slowly shutting as the tale led on. Was the tale really that boring? So boring that I was beginning to fall asleep? But I hear Balin say : "There was one I called King."

To which Bilbo then question "And the pale orc? What happened to him?"

Thorin strides past majestically. "He was killed due to his injuries," His voice was rough, sounding serious.

That when I opened my eyes. Flickered at the speed of a thousand gazelles They open quickly filled momentum and fire. Butterflies bouncing my stomach. He didn't know. I glance at Gandalf who glances back at me for a few moments. He didn't know that Azog was still breathing. The same air as us.

--

Hey Guys! I actually time to write....

Bye ✨ Mother-Truckers ✨