Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 11 : Long Forgotten Names

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

My body is swivelled , facing the grey and brown wizard. Radagast glanced at me as I discreetly walked over.

"Is this Erc-" I cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.

"Hush your mouth!" I snapped at him. The brown wizard had absolutely no right to mention anything to do with past.

"Cas!" Gandalf turned to me. He squinted eyes telling me not to say anything rude. No point in me talking to these old wizards.

"That name is long forgotten," I sighed and walk away.

I'm just standing there near a skeleton tree, on my own. Waiting. I'm very sure i'm losing my patience. From out of absolute no where a warg upjumped from the bushes and behind the trees. Its coming right for me. Snarling. Its jaw open wide showing all of its decayed teeth, acid fizzing slobber and slick snake-like tongue. It didn't vary its strides as it growls hideously coming to probably bite my face. Its jaw is wide.

I grab its bottom and top jaw as it slams me into the skeletal tree. I let oet a cry. Pulling each jaw further apart from each other, trying to break it. Struggling vigorously. I accomplished the task and the brown matted fur coated warg had a dislocated jaw. Thorin finishes the job by stabbing the warg's neck. Killing it. Then another brown coated warg appeared from the opposite direction. Kili fired his slick arrow in between the wargs.

"Warg Scouts!" Thorin breathed heavily, "meaning there is an Orc pack not far behind."

"Orc-Pack?" Bilbo questions in concerned. Poor hobbit has not seen the wrath of an Orc-pack.

"Who did you tell about your quest? Beyond your kin," Gandalf interrogates.

"No one,"

"Who did you tell?" Gandalf voice raises in a dangerous voice.

"No one I swear!"

Thorin looks at me, thinking I would have told someone. "Well don't look at me! I bloody forgot about this quest!" I snapped again.

"What in Durin's name, is going on" Thorin questions in a worried manner.

"Your are being hunted," Gandalf states.

"We have to get out of here" Dwalin suggests.

"If we stay any longer, then they'll kills us!" I say.

"We can't!" Ori cries out, "We have no ponies, they bolted!" Good thing! I let Ember go. I couldn't risk him being killed.

"I'll draw them off!" The brown wizard suggests. Is this a sacrifice?

"These are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun run you" Gandalf says.

"These are Rhosgobel Rabbits," Radagast's states, having me raise an eyebrow, "I'd like to see them try."

He pulls a smug looking face as the company ventures off into the wild.

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I varied my pace, trying to stick behind Gandalf. My new elvish sword was still in my sheath as the sun burn my pale skin. Blazing down from the heavens. We hid behind rock engulfed into the ground. Consumed by greenish grass.

"Come on!" Gandalf commands. I hear howls of the wargs, there petrifying snarls coming from over a distance. I hope Radagast knows what he's doing. Running around the enlarged rocks. The company stops so suddenly. "Stay together,"the grey wizard warned. We turned back around the way we just ran. As we where about about to stop striding through the fields. Ori didn't stop but luckily Thorin grabbed him his neckline of his clothing.

"Ori, no!" He yelled. Pulling the dwarf back, possibly giving him whiplash.

I stood next Gandalf who led the rest of the company out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"Where are you leading us?" The king under the Mountain demands.

We were going to the Hidden Valley, more or less we were practically there. I knew Gandalf was leading us to Rivendell, its had been his plan since the night of the trolls. Elrond could help us, he was wise. Very wise if I must say myself. But I had to wondered why on Earth were we being hunted by a Gundabad Orc-pack?

Running, hiding behind a cliff-like rock to hide dwarves, a wizard and a bounty hunter. I stood next to Gandalf. My eyes caught an Orc riding a Warg on the top of this cliff-like rock. They tracked the dwarves scent, if not mine. I glance at Thorin who gestures at Kili to shoot the beast. Why couldn't I do that? Not that i'm the better archer over here but from where I'm standing, I would have had the better shot. Kili shoots the Warg and a few other dwarves finishes the task by killing the orc. Lots of deafening sounds were made. Signalling the other part of the pack. They knew where we were. It was now obvious.

We had just unveiled ourselves.

"Move!" Gandalf yells, " Run!"

I can run faster than the dwarves. But why aren't I? Is it incase I run into a Warg and need assistance to do so, killing it? I ran slower than early keeping in good time with dwarves. More or less, I was jogging.

"There they are!" Gloin pointed out.

We were surrounded.

"This way, quickly!" Gandalf orders and we follow him.

The leader of the pack in in front of us, at the top of a medium sized hill. Yazneg. Servant of the pale orc. Its Warg growling, snarling, and gnawing on the fact it could fresh meat.

"There's more coming!" Kili shouts, from afar.

Gandalf magically disappeared. Great. "Where's Gandalf?" One of dwarves question.

"He's abandoned his," Says another.

I look around swifty. My eyes capture an arrow being discharged from its bow , heading for the King under the Mountain. I ran over, push him out of the way, catch the arrow in my hand. It was close enough to my eye. Grab my bow from my shoulder and fired it at the same orc. This cause the attention of more orcs.

"The Leventis!" Yazneg snarls in their  foul  native language; the black speech. Did he just smirk of me? "Here for our taking." Bones shuddered, in the burning blazes of the daylight. My eyes widened on how they know. Then I realise.

Most people want me dead.

"Kill her! Kill the She-Elf!"

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I've literally written this today, just finishes it now and it's like ten o'clock, i should be in bed and I have school tomorrow!

Bye MOTHER TRUCKERS