Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Chapter 26 : Wreak Havoc

 Thorin Oakenshield's P.O.V

My legs sprinting down the mountain of hell. Yet, my eyes are drawn towards Casadon and the sheer shock that was painted on her face. To express her fear. She knew something that we didn't; she knew a lot. The Wargs follows us like diseases, spreading upon the land. The light is no longer shedding its aid and dies out when you leap into the fire. The land is outcropping itself and only a few trees stood tall. We're trapped. No way to escape; nowhere to go.

Just like Erebor.

The only way out is to fall down the mountain which we'd die if so. I don't desire the destiny of dying today. But fate is alive. And it will determine our lives.

And it will.

"Up the trees, all of you!" Gandalf commands, saving all our lives, "Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!"

I know Cas would fight but with the current expression on her face, she would not. She hurt her shoulder blade but she's hurt her left shoulder blade. And she's right handed. Casadon can fight with her right hand and not her left arm. So then why is she so scared? Why is she running faster than any of us? She could as least keep the same pace as us. Why is her breath trembling?

Why is she so terrified?

What was going on?

Bifur throws an axe at one of the ominous wargs; It slays the warg that was approached him. Bofur leaps of a rock and grasps the branch of the tree that stood mostly near the rock itself. And yet he used Dwalin's head as a stepping stone. Cas is at the bottom one of the few trees that stood. Her leg was risen for me to push it up which I did. The bark felt rough against my hands. Was the elf not going to help me into the trees? Was she going to let me die and be a feast for the wargs?

"They coming!" I alert the rest of the company that have not managed to climb the trees and only have a few seconds.

Thats when she decided to care for me; when her hand was reaching for mine. I accept her offer as she helps to pull me up into the trees. We are not safe from these wargs. The goblins message travels fast unless if they were tracking us. They were tracking us. Casadon continues to carry on climbing the trees and is near is highest peak. Why does she want to hide? Who was she scared of? My eyes are turn towards the wizard who climbs the furthest tree and then they look around to see other company member perched like vultures in the trees.

The creasing of the growls comes closer, nearing in on us. Other wargs turn to only reveal a white warg. With it on its back. He's dead. He's suppose to be dead. Then this is a dream and this as not happened. I gape my mouth wide open.

"Azog?!"

Casadon Erik's P.O.V

I turn my head sharply to when he said that word. That name. That name is cursed. It brings death with. Now I can see his ugly face with the many scars he possessed, but I conceal my face through the branches and my pointed ears hear his astriding warg growl. He strokes it in a ominous way.

"Do you smell it? The scent of fear?" The pale orc says on the Black Speech, "I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain."

My eyes are nothing but darted to Thorin's face is sickened with pain and grief. Just like I have. Does that mean that the Defiler captured Thrain? Thorin's life was a lie. Not knowing enough about the dwarves but I was capable of knowing what the Black Speech is. Speaking it was easy. You had to be filled with hatred and impurity to feel it

"It cannot be," Thorin almost goes into a whimper. He didn't believe the great goblin because he didn't know in the first place. I feel his pain. The fat beast in the caves was telling the truth. And here I thought that monsters like didn't know what truth was.