Boggins, not Baggins. {A Kili love story}

Chapter 11: Trapped

The moment of peace did not last long as near howls and deep snarls were heard as orc war cries were sounded. The company turned towards the sound as Thorin started, "Out of the frying pan...".

"And into the fire, run. RUUN!" bellowed Gandalf, grey cloak flapping as he led the company onwards.

The company scrambled down the steep mountain until they reached the edge and discovered that they were, in fact on a cliff. If this hadn't been such a serious time, Saraen would have cracked a joke about how inconvenient it was, but since it was in fact not the right time, she didn't. Pretty straight forward rules really.

Focusing on the task at hand (helping the company into the trees), Saraen used her extra height to push multiple members of the company into a tree at a time. She got ready to help Bilbo but noticed that he was not with them. So when she looked back and saw him trying to pry a sword out of a warg he had killed, filling her with surprise and confusion.

She sprinted back to Bilbo, scooped up the terrified hobbit and singlehandedly yanked his sword out of the skull and cheered, "Well done, but not the time Boggins!" Bilbo hid his face in her shoulder, and she couldn't blame him. For someone who has never left the shire, he was handling this journey extremely well.

When they reached the trees she shoved him into the nearest tree and gracefully pulled herself up into the same one.

A loud howl seemed to end the rest as a pale figure atop an even whiter warg appeared.

Shivers danced down her spine, reminding her what she hated most.

Orcs.

Vile, disgusting creatures; follow you for eternity once they've got your scent.

Saraen made a pledge many years ago, on the first day she ever held a sword, to put all of her strength, and will into killing the one they call the pale orc.

"Do you smell it?" spoke the pale demon. Thorin looked shattered as he sought comfort in looking to her. She nodded to him reassuringly and tightened the grip on her sword, the leather of the handle creaked and twisted under the strain of her tight grip.

"The smell of Fear?" he asked again. She took a deep breath, and calmed her nerves.

"Your father reeked of it." Said Azog, looking deep into Thorins eyes. Thorin now appeared angry, and no longer afraid. Ready for battle. "Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror." He finished.

The pale orc turned to her, "You. Saraen, beautiful daughter of Arathorn and Gilraen." He addressed.

"How I took pleasure in destroying your brave father. As I will do so to you, and then your brother. There will be no more Kings or Queens under the mountain, or to the throne of Gondor. Only orc.".

The rangers sight and mind became clouded with anger and hate. Had she not been supported by Bilbo and Bofur she would have fallen to her knees. For she had never known truly who killed her father, only that it had been orc-scum.

 A hand gripped her left shoulder and she looked back to see Dwalin providing support.

"Leave them to me. Kill the others," the monster sneered. Instantly, Wargs jumped and clawed at the trees, trying to get to the dwarves. In the confusion, she turned to Gandalf to see him  murmuring to a butterfly, and then saw it flap away to somewhere safe. Good, help would come. She just hoped it would be soon enough.

As the Wargs tore at the trees they began to pull at the roots as well, next thing she knew the trees were colliding into each other and knocking the other trees down as well. Members of the company were struggling to hold onto their branches as they leapt from tree to tree.